"Don't be nervous, everyone," Louisa coughed, attracting everyone's attention: "It's dead. We just met once. Even if there are some minor twists and turns, it's nothing. And it's just a legend. Besides, no one is stupid.

Gotta eat it…”

Upon hearing this, Thales touched his belly with a stiff expression.

"Go for your shift, I'll go too," Dean said calmly, "Believe me, cheer up..."

At this moment.

"Wait!" Mikey suddenly said, his tone serious.

Thales was startled again.

Dean frowned: "How..."

"This blood-spiked lizard..." Mikey gritted his teeth and looked at the half-buried blood-spiked lizard: "It didn't come for no reason."

"McGee, that's just a legend..." Old Hammer sighed.

Mikey raised his head suddenly!

"No, it buried a hole in the sand and ran away because it was scared!"

The Desolate Skeleton Man's face was solemn as never before: "And this means..."

The next second, Mikey suddenly fell to the ground!

He buried the side ears in the sand and remained motionless.

"Everyone be quiet," Dean raised his hand and whispered in a tacit understanding, "Let him listen."

In an instant, everyone in the camp fell silent, even Quick Rope covered his mouth in horror. Only the noise from other camps could be heard in the distance, like a hazy background sound.

What's wrong?

Thales looked at them blankly, but even though he had never been a mercenary, he understood their actions in just a short while.

Just a few seconds later, McGee jumped up!

The Desolate Skeleton Man suddenly stretched out his hands to reach for his two swords, his tone was urgent and his face was ferocious:

"Someone is approaching, from all directions, with heavy footsteps..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dean's expression changed, he grabbed the fighting ax at hand and shouted to the sky:

"alert!"

His roar was loud, especially abrupt in the desert night sky!

The whole caravan was quiet at night.

The next second, the caravan camp became chaotic, noisy, bustling, and there were all kinds of sounds.

But on this side, before Thales could react, Dante's swords all jumped up from the ground, and even the fast rope did not fall behind.

They each pounced on their own weapons: Kanze pulled out his two-handed sword domineeringly, McGee pulled out his double knives, Old Hammer untied the linen wrapping around the hammer, Hubert raised his straight hammer and large shield, and pulled out a quick rope

Louisa dropped the quiver and drew the long sword from her waist. They turned their backs to the bonfire and spread out in formation in tacit understanding and unity.

Thales then stood up, hurriedly pulled the crossbow of time, and began to load arrows.

What are you doing?

"Enemy?" Dean asked calmly, holding an ax in his hand, looking at the sand dunes behind him and the terrain in the distance.

"I don't know," Mikey shook his head, his tone was urgent, and his breathing had not yet eased: "You can't see the sand and dust at night, and the sound transmission from the sand is very bad, so they took advantage of... They were about to encircle us, and our sentry..."

"Confirm the mount first," Louisa's expression twisted. She gritted her teeth and pulled out the sword from her waist, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Send a signal to Breeze and the others..."

But she couldn't finish her words.

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

In the darkness, a sharp sound suddenly came!

laugh!

Kanze, a native of the North, was knocked backwards as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer!

"Ahhh!" He roared angrily, inserted the sword into the sand, steadied himself, and trembled slightly.

Thales, who was sharp-eyed, saw a long arrow with sharp tail feathers appearing on the Northlander's shoulder.

"Enemy attack!" Dean roared angrily, swinging his ax to block a cold arrow.

boom!

clang!

For a few seconds, the mercenaries either dodge or block, amidst the friction of sand and the collision of metal, they withstood the first wave of cold arrows!

But countless screams and howls came from the camp of the caravans.

"No!"

"Ah, it hurts!"

"This is"

Thales listened to the familiar voice in his ears in shock and anger, feeling as if he had returned to the battlefield he hated most.

The next second, the old hammer shook off the sledgehammer calmly, with great force and force, and collided head-on with a weapon coming from the darkness!

"Boom!"

Amidst the loud noise that tortured his eardrums, Thales was surprised to see that the strong old hammer swayed, took three steps back, knelt on one knee, and gasped in pain!

Enemies, countless enemies, they suddenly appeared from the endless darkness as if they had agreed.

Hubert's large shield caught up in time and blocked the enemy's next blow.

"Come!" Hubert howled angrily, planning to call his companions: "Let's do this first."

But he soon discovered that his intention would not be realized: almost at the same time, all the mercenaries encountered the enemy!

"day!"

McGee gritted his teeth and shouted, he drew out his two swords and released a weapon with a thick blade and a long blade, which looked like a sword.

But before he could fight back, he rolled on the spot again in embarrassment, avoiding a big stick hitting the ground in the flying sand: "They are professionals!"

Louisa calmly cooperated with Dean's axe, swung her long sword, and used her flexible body to deal with the three enemies with difficulty: "Don't panic! Work in pairs, form!"

Thales, who was desperately trying to stay calm, gritted his teeth and finished winding the string by the campfire, raised his arm crossbow, and looked around.

How could this happen? How could this happen?

The campfire was stirred by the sudden battle, flickering in and out of light. The enemy's figure could not be seen clearly, but it was vague and shadowy. It enveloped the small camp and rushed towards Dante's swords.

"Grass, grass, grass"

Quick Rope screamed, and his machete was repulsed by the enemy. The poor newcomer fell to the ground. Fortunately, Kanze heroically pulled out the long arrow and filled his position. He swung back one with his big sword and tried to take advantage of the situation to attack.

of enemies.

Thales instantly entered the senses of hell.

Oh my god.

He was covered in cold sweat as he looked at everything in front of him.

"ah!"

"kill!"

"Ding"

"boom!"

"Cruery!"

The screams were endless, the smell of blood was everywhere, and the furious war cries and the clash of weapons resounded throughout this dark moonlit night.

There was even a frightening animal growl, accompanied by a miserable howl from not far away, followed by a terrifying chewing sound like teeth tearing apart flesh and blood.

Oh shit.

Oh shit!

With the help of the Sin of the Hell River, the nervous prince got rid of the misdirection of the fire and the deception of the night. He clearly saw: forty or fifty strong and tall figures on the sand, seemingly at the same time, from the dunes,

From the flat ground, from the back slope, from different directions and angles, they attacked all the caravan camps and everyone!

There are even non-human species among them that are on all fours with their long tails swung in the air.

Invading like fire.

Ants gather and attack.

Killing without mercy.

"call"

The wind is coming from behind!
To be continued...