The mercenaries from the City of Steel told me that Grand Duke Cid of the Principality of Anrenzo is in poor health. It is conceivable that his children will fight over the inheritance rights. The large and small cities and states around the Dragon Kiss Land may be affected by the suzerain state.

The turmoil of the war has reshuffled the ranks, but Kangmus is busy with internal fighting, and Xingchen is about to reunite the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Sea, Allenbia, I guess Guangua, Lijin, and even small-scale bandits and rebellions will appear, and the merchants will not like it.

Yes, but that’s an opportunity for mercenaries.”

Dean raised his head, but was helpless to find that most people were looking at him with puzzled faces, even Louisa frowned.

But Thales' clear gaze made the bald man slightly startled.

Dean coughed, returned to the present, and pointed to the ground: "So, let's choose one, Camus or Dragon's Kiss."

The air became quiet.

"Although I don't understand what you're talking about, I feel so awesome," Kuai Sheng said with admiration on his face and said rudely, whether it was slang from the sea or the desert: "Are all mercenaries today so arrogant?"

Thales also looked at Dean seriously.

Not to mention anything else, but based on this knowledge alone...

No wonder, with Dante's big sword, no wonder they can go deep into the desert with confidence.

No wonder they were able to gather this group of strange warriors, each with their own strengths.

Louisa chuckled.

"I don't know about the others," the female captain looked at the bald mercenary with an indescribable look: "But Dean, yes."

"He's just so stupid."

Dean coughed again, seeming a little embarrassed.

"We are mercenaries, Quick Rope. To survive, we rely not only on strength or luck," he laughed, inevitably a little embarrassed, "but on careful and shrewd assessment of the situation, meticulous observation of intelligence, and the ability to understand all directions.

Connections and reputation.”

Thales listened silently.

The life of a mercenary.

I see.

At this moment, Mikey suddenly moved.

He quickly stretched out his hand and took out a large handful of sand from the sand!

Thales and all the mercenaries were shocked.

Grains of sand fell from the Desolate Skeleton Man's fingers.

"Fuck!" This was the first time that a curse word came out of Mikey's mouth. He looked at the thing in his hand, gritted his teeth, and looked ferocious.

The sand fell, and Thales could see clearly that what Mike was holding was a small lizard, struggling endlessly.

Yeah, lizard.

etc.

Thales discovered that he knew this species... Well, I can't say "know" it. It should be that he "ate" this species of lizard a few days ago.

Under the firelight, the lizard was blood red in color, covered with white stripes, and had sharp spines between its skin. It was waving its limbs and tail painfully in McGee's hand.

"Beautiful, Mikey!" Old Hammer laughed happily: "A cat can't catch a mouse like this..."

But his voice stopped suddenly.

"No."

At that moment, when she saw the lizard clearly, Louisa's face showed incredible horror: "Oh my god, this is..."

Thales looked at Old Hammer in confusion, then at the other mercenaries, and found that most of them had solemn expressions, except for the fast rope who had just joined the profession.

"Don't panic," Dean's voice calmed everyone down: "At least we are all here."

The prince's eyes returned to the poor red lizard.

Thales was full of questions.

Isn't this just a lizard?

Although the color is a little rare, but...is there any problem?

It can't be poisonous. Thales touched his belly silently: Wait, it shouldn't be poisonous. It can last for several days before it attacks, right?

Yes?

"Wait a minute," Kuaisheng's expression condensed and he pointed at the lizard: "I think I heard Tampa say this... red skin and white stripes... that's, that's..."

He looked pale.

"yes."

Mikey said coldly: "Blood-spiked lizard."

"An ominous sign."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces became even more ugly.

Blood spiny lizard?

Thales felt something in his mind: He seemed to have heard the name of this animal somewhere.

Where is it?

But he couldn't remember it for a moment, so he asked directly.

"Ominous? Why?" This was a confused Thales.

Old Hammer sighed and shrugged, looking at the hazy moonlight in the sky.

"This lizard is a specialty of the desert..."

"Once there is not enough food, they will call each other at night and gradually gather together..."

He didn't say any more, but looked sad.

Thales asked tentatively: "Unite for hunting?"

"No." Mikey shook his head with a cruel look in his eyes.

He slowly spoke in his desert accent, the difficult common language that Thales gradually got used to after listening to it for several days:

"They will start...hunting each other and preying on their own species."

Thales was stunned.

I heard the Barren Skeleton Man say coldly: "The blood-spiked lizard that survives in the end can rely on the corpses of its companions to fill its stomach and survive this time when food is hard to find."

Thales' eyes widened and he looked at the struggling blood-spiked lizard carefully.

This is……

Louisa sighed: "Eat the same kind and live on them."

"What kind of creature in the world can do such a terrible thing?"

Thales was stunned.

"What a coincidence," Dean sighed, "that's the only one I know."

"And they are living in skins that are no different from yours or mine."

"So the blood-spiked lizard is one of the most ominous creatures in the desert. The Desert God created it to warn us about our behavior in the desert. The Desert God will not cause disaster. Mortals will seek it out if they cannibalize their own kind, and they will be punished by God," said McGee.

He frowned and said firmly:

"It means the most terrifying and eerie thing in the desert, worse than the crow that represents bad luck. Those who see it may have bad luck, and those who eat it will have a rough life."

Thales looked at the lizard blankly.

Whoever eats it...

Isn't it?

This is superstition, right?

etc……

It must be superstition, right, some unreliable metaphysics or something like that...

definitely is……

Kara!

The next second, McGee used his hands mercilessly to end the life of this ominous animal.

Thales, who was immersed in panic, was startled again.

The Desolate Skeleton Man dug a sand pit with cold eyes and put the blood-spiked lizard's body into it.

"There is no disaster in the desert god, and there are disasters in the world. There is no forgiveness in the desert god, and the desert is forgiven." He muttered something and buried the sand.

Quick Rope sighed and patted Thales, who looked a little dull: "Ignore him, the Bone Man is always weird."

The atmosphere in the team seemed to darken instantly.
To be continued...