Chapter 368 of the sword

Thales sighed angrily.

The next moment, Satay found that the original nest was destroyed is not the most unfortunate thing.

Above it, Thales looked stunned, holding a cane, smashing the scorpion and doing a fierce ideological struggle.

Finally, Tyres painfully swallowed his dry throat and made up his mind.

He took out JC and cut off the tail of the scorpion. In its crazy struggle, it killed its life.

"There is no disaster, no innocence," he picked up the heroic sand scorpion, ugly to lift it to his own eyes, self-confidently said to himself:

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

Save the heroes of the Comet's royal family and the Star Kingdom - he added a sentence to his heart.

Very strange, after saying this, Taylors felt a lot easier.

Probably because there was no communication for too long, he looked at the unconscious twitching scorpion and actually had a feeling: they were communicating.

Thinking of this, Taylors reacted with a spirit.

He didn't dare to think again, closed his eyes tightly, and painfully and painfully bite the sand to his mouth.

"嘎嘣-"

Lying in the trough!

In the first place, Tyres painfully distorted his face.

The "magic" taste and aroma enter his sensory nerves through the taste buds of the tongue and the friction of the teeth.

"嘎嘣-"

The second.

Fat, juicy, crisp, chewy, and life-saving - Tyres thought about these words, forgetting the strange taste in the mouth, and biting the two pliers exposed outside into his mouth.

"嘎嘣-"

It feels like a scented shell.

Well, as you chew, blast one piece of salty wet water from the inside.

Filled the mouth and penetrated into the throat.

"Oh--"

And ... the same taste of soft meat.

Well, should he clean up its internal organs first?

Finally, endured the urge to turn the abdomen over the river, and Tyres twitched and swallowed the "things" in his mouth.

Feeling the strange feeling of the abdomen, Tyres wiped the sweat on his forehead and screamed.

He looked up and looked blank, looking back at the ruthless and innocent desert.

Ha ha.

Now...he is also part of the desert food chain.

Taylors thought of it sadly.

For the first time, there was a second time: Tyres turned over the sand to find a stone, and drove a shivering light-colored spider (or Miss).

He frowned, still cruelly cut off its head, and only sent it to the entrance cavity and chewed it.

"Zizi..."

Um - this taste and taste, seems to be okay?

If you bite your stomach...

"puff--"

......

I'm wrong.

I shouldn't think so.

I am really wrong.

Taylors shed tears and swallowed it.

A few hours later, in a slightly cool evening, Taylors set off again.

This time, his footsteps are much lighter.

Until the next break point.

In a hole that was not well concealed, Thales caught a large, bellyless lizard.

This time, he happily removed its internal organs, because it was night, so it was necessary to make a fire and let Taylors enjoy a roast lizard.

After the meal, his stomach was slowly gone.

In fact, Taylors still has some memories of the taste of raw food.

At the moment of eating the scorpion, Tells felt: he seemed to be different.

It seems that he was accepted by this place in an instant.

what a pity……

Tyres touched his stomach and shook his head regretfully.

The rattlesnake a few days ago...

How do you let it run?

The problem of food is solved - as long as you don't care about enjoyment and taste, human resilience is far beyond your imagination.

With a little better mood and the same loneliness, he closed his eyes on the fourth night.

But soon, on the morning of the fifth day, Taylors had to face new problems.

His water is not enough.

Twisting, he couldn’t find a drop of water in the cortical water sac, and Tyres was anxious.

How to do?

The way to collect dew with stones at night can't be the first thing - at least not to support him through a day.

And the water source...Thales tried to dig down the roots of a plant yesterday, but even if he dug two meters, enough to bury himself, but still only sand, the top is cooler.

On the contrary, there is a lot of sweat.

It’s ironic.

To be honest, Taylors is well prepared for the possible high temperatures after entering the desert, but the truth is that the prince who was exposed to the sun did not worry about the heat, was not knocked down by heat stroke, but worried about drinking water.

Tyres touched his chapped lips and began to frown.

Water source.

He must find a new source of water... With such a heavy feeling, Tyres continued on the road with the sun rising.

Soon, the symptoms of water shortage are reflected in his body.

Tyres's mouth is getting dry and dry, feeling that every step of the way, it takes a lot of energy.

He insisted on breathing through his nose - Grivo told him before he left, which would save him the necessary water.

His emotions are getting flatter and more sluggish.

It’s thirsty.

Taylors thought confusedly.

Every cell in his body is protesting against the exploitation of his master.

It’s thirsty.

miss you……

Drink water.

water.

But not long after, when the sun rose to a smashing angle again, Tyres had a soft hand, one did not hold it, and half squatted on the ground!

He began to feel dizzy.

The prince’s heart immediately sounded a warning.

bad.

Dehydration?

Still heat stroke?

Tyres shook his head and made himself awake.

In short, he needs a break.

Can no longer patrol in the sun, wasting physical energy and moisture.

He looked up and glanced at the poisonous sun.

Tyres is sleepy and thirsty.

But he knows that at this time he can't sit down and rest, the sand under the sun is very hot, and increasing the contact area with the sand will only make him lose water more quickly.

Need to... find the next break point...

Tyres thought a little confused and took the next step.

step.

Another step.

Every step is like a thousand miles.

His throat is in a fever.

The mouth is rubbing.

The whole body is soft.

But he can't stop.

Can't stop.

Tyres stumbled to the next point of rest - the shade of a dry willow, avoiding the burning of the sun.

He took a break and regained his strength in the shade.

Taylors even began to seriously consider whether it is time to live on his own urine.

But at this time, Taylors raised his head.

He is on a high **** overlooking the plains below.

He is stunned.

I saw the end of the horizon, and there was a ray of light in the distance.

That is……

The prince looked at the distance and looked at the waves reflected into the field of vision, and his heart could not stop shaking.

That is……

lake?

Taylors stood up!

He couldn't help but enter the sense of **** and confirmed the distance in the vision.

That's right.

It is the reflection of the lake!

In front, there are lakes!

There is water!

The prince who survived the life was stunned by the excitement of his heart.

But he couldn't wait for the sun to fall completely, and he could not wait to leave.

According to his experience in the past few days, although in the field of vision, but at a distance, at least one hour.

One hour.

Just an hour.

Tyres took a deep breath, took a step, and swung his cane, heading for his hope.

One step, two steps...

Fifty steps, one hundred steps...

One thousand steps, one thousand five hundred steps...

Turn over a sand dune and another sand dune.

A shrub, another bush!

Soon, soon!

Seeing that the target is getting closer and closer, Tyres is more excited.

Water, water, water!

My God, haha.

He was saved.

Tyres laughed and his mood fluctuated.

Deserted and disaster-free.

Deserted and disaster-free!

He thought: Yes, the desert will never be disaster-free.

Raphael is right. The weak are afraid of disaster. In the desert, only abandoning weakness, talent, talent...

Talent...

Talent?

But Tyres’s heart was getting anxious.

He didn't know how long he had gone.

But he knows the number of steps he has taken.

Seems like... It’s been more than an hour?

Tyres bit his teeth, licking the **** smell on his dry lips and insisting on moving forward.

He started to get sour and hurt.

Even numb.

But he can't stop.

Tyres stared at the water in front of him and died.

Can't stop.

Why haven't you arrived yet?

Finally, the sun slowly sinks and the evening is over.

The surroundings became cool.

Tyres gasped hard and held his body in a stun.

But his mood is also cool.

Without him.

In his vision...

The water in front of his eyes, the lake in front of him, the hope in front of him...

Disappeared.

sand.

Only sand.

Tyres shook and looked at the scene on the horizon, empty.

He groaned and shook his head, only to feel confused.

The sluggish prince reacted instantly.

What he saw during the day, heart and mind, tried to hurry only to arrive...

Not a lake.

It is not a lake.

It is a mirage.

Or called: mirage.

The next moment, the prince was black and planted in the desert.

Lost consciousness.

Into the deep darkness.

[Mr. Wu, this accident, we have completed the evidence collection... Originally studied the surveillance video of the day... and the scene, including possible brake marks and eyewitnesses, all evidence shows...]

[We are still reading her medical records, including mental conditions, so I am going to make a transcript with you today, but you better have a mental preparation...]

[No, no, Mr. Wu, please don’t be excited. After all, you are still in the hospital bed... Maybe, we just said that there is this possibility, everything is still under investigation...]

I don't know how long it has been.

It feels like a lifetime.

Or... a moment?

[Possibly, I mean, maybe, Mr. Wu, your girlfriend, she took you for a ride that day, maybe it’s going... is going...]

[...suicide. 】

The next second, Tyres slammed!

"what!"

He took a sigh of relief and shouted out, waking up from the boundless darkness!

My heart is horrified.

"Hey, hey!"

"You are a little bit, boy, you are seriously dehydrated," a fussed male voice came to the ear: "Dean, Dean, come on!"

"He woke up!"

Tyres opened his eyes twitchingly, and when he saw it, it was a thorny fire.

And the bustling crowds around.

now it is night?

The weak and weak Taylors thought confusedly.

As he woke up, the surrounding bustle grew louder and louder: laughing, noisy, talking.

It made him a headache.

A narrow face was squeezed into the field of vision.

It was a red-haired man wearing a leather armor and freckles. It looked like twenty or thirty years old. The whole person was a little dirty. A pair of eyes dripped and turned around. It was quite funny: "My God! I know You will live..."

The red-haired man was so elated that he slammed the face of Tyres, and the latter was dizzy again: "Dean, we can come and talk to him about the rewards of saving people..."

"Let's open, fast rope, don't shake him anymore!" A veteran male voice came from far away, and his tone was dissatisfied.

"You are not helping."

The owner of this voice seems to be quite majestic, and with his words, the noise around him is getting smaller.

The man named Fast Rope no longer moved him.

The voice of the old man came again: "Here, drink."

Tyres felt that his head was lifted and his mouth was stuffed into a hard object.

The moisture in his mouth made him slightly confused.

and many more.

water.

Taylor's heart moved.

It is water!

He struggled subconsciously, grabbed the water bag with both hands, and tried to **** the liquid inside.

Hey, hey, hehe...

Tyres was like a madman, clutching the water bag in his hand.

God.

Water, water!

He never felt like this now: water is a gift from heaven.

"Slow down, come in one bite," the majestic voice was very gentle. While holding his back, he gently held the water bag and controlled the speed at which Thales drank:

"You just recovered, can't drink too fast."

Finally, a few minutes later, Tyres loosened the water bag and leaned back exhausted.

He saw the owner of the old voice: a rough-headed bald man, thirty years old, with a fine scorpion, a leather armor like the "fast rope", looking deep and thoughtful, looking thoughtfully he.

"Thank you, thank you." Taylors was weak and hard.

He reacted this way: he was saved.

He did not die in the desert.

Under the night, his savior, the bald man named Dean smiled under the fire: "Good."

"You look much better."

Just at this time.

"Hey, Da Deen!" A sharp voice blew the air out of thin air, as if the cleansers saw it.

Surrounded by turmoil.

This third voice sounded quite slick and old-fashioned, and it came from afar. There was a slight dissatisfaction in the tone: "I heard that you are doing a little junk on the road - I am strictly protesting you, although I respect you. But you have to understand the risks of this journey and give priority to our safety..."

Tyres slightly frowned, and he saw: The first red-haired man named Fast Track, who entered the eyes of Tyres, sighed.

He bitterly said to Dean of the bald head: "Oh, my God, Saip - the profiteer, he is coming again."

The bald head Dean looked up and frowned slightly.

"I am going to negotiate with him."

"And you are optimistic about him, fast rope," Dean faintly said, the old voice of the people has a kind of inexplicable sense of peace, "waiting Louisa and the old hammer they come back to change."

Dean stood up, and Tyres noticed that the man of this young man was burly, and his body was full of tools, ranging from knives to ropes.

His back left the range of the fire and went to the sharp voice.

Tyres struggled to earn himself and leaned on the back of his bag.

He looked around and was surprised to find that the fire in front of them was not the only one. There were several bonfires around them. They were surrounded by many people. They were different in dress, some were turbans, some were leather, and some were The little things are full of gadgets, and some sit in a pile of things and dance to say something.

Many people are curiously pointing to him.

On the other hand, more than twenty camels squatted and chewed their mouths happily.

Tyres stared at this strange camp.

This……

He looked up and looked at the red-haired freckles on the opposite side, a young man named "Quick Rope" - the other person stared at him with interest.

"Where am I?" Taylors said with a hard mouth, only to feel heavy.

The fast rope is a little glimpse.

"Where?"

He scratched his freckled nose, and then his eyes turned, grabbing a handful of sand from the ground and driving from his hand: "Of course you are in the big desert!"

"You are not sleeping?"

Looking at the sand in the hand of the fast rope, Taylor's heart moved.

He is still in the desert.

but……

"So," Tyres stared at the fast rope and muttered:

"who are you?"

Hearing this question, the fast rope was bright, the expression on his face changed sharply, and several faces were changed instantly.

"who are we?"

He seems to be hesitating.

Taylor looked at him suspiciously, urging each other with his eyes.

After a long while, I saw that the fast rope finally made up his mind and put away his hesitant face. He answered happily and decisively: "We..."

I saw the hairline of the donkey’s fast-eyed dance, and said something that made Tyres feel awkward:

"We are ‘swordsman’!”

(End of this chapter)