Chapter 372 The Bone Man

For a moment, Taylors thought that Tomtin was about to cry.

In the fire, his upper and lower lips collided back and forth, and the small eyes on the cheekbones were stunned and stunned, and the greasy hair in front of the forehead swayed slightly.

However, the owner of the caravan took a sigh of relief and helped stabilize the image of the crumbling.

Tomtin bent his cheeks and squeezed a ugly smile.

"Ok."

"Do you know what reminds me of this?"

Tomtin coughed and the necklace hanging around his neck swayed: "In those war-torn years, my great-grandfather once played under the hand of 'Yinjun', and his Majesty told him when he was at the banquet. The more we get into trouble, the more confidence we have."

The fast rope painfully grabbed his forehead and did the "returning" mouth shape. Taylors noticed that many people in Dante's big sword made similar moves.

But Dean still looked at Tom Ding calmly, looking as usual.

"Now, it's you - no, it's time for us all to have more confidence," Tomtin tightened his belt, and the protruding belly swayed elastically in the air, as if Give them some confidence:

"Good Dean, dear Dean, you know, I have always appreciated you, so I think your salary can be a little higher..."

Dean smiled.

"You didn't listen to it. What we lack is not confidence, but security. It's not that we are pushing up prices." Dean smiled politely as if it were just the most common negotiation: "We can't move anymore - God knows that there is something waiting for us."

"The bodies in the camp are so fresh that even the yellow sand is too late to be buried. This shows that we are only one step away from the unknown danger. I want to say that we should consider turning back yesterday morning."

Tom Ding gave a slight glimpse.

"Dean, you promised me that you can come here," the merchant's chest began to undulate, and he looked round and looked at Dean: "You can't let me go home empty-handed, lose money! In that case, I even have yours. The commission can't afford it!"

The fast rope is bright.

"In this case, I suggest that you save a sum of money at the tavern owner Tampa next time. If you return empty-handed like this, then he will pay you back...hey, hey, hehe..." But he didn't finish talking, On the side of the Northlander Kanze, he smacked his mouth and danced with tears, unable to help.

"The situation will always change," Dean laughed at Tom Ding. "So what you mean is that if we die outside, then don't pay commissions?"

Tom's face was a stiff face, and he stopped talking.

Eventually, he raised his fingers and stared at Dean, his eyes full of uneasiness and anxiety – and the anger and anger that was hidden.

"It's also about your reputation, Dante's big sword!"

The caravan boss seems to be unable to control his temper anymore. He is quite angry and ruined: "Which is the mercenary, which bodyguard?"

"I whispered to ask you to pay for it, generously and generously, to eat and drink, and even if you dumped garbage halfway, wasting resources, and adding burden to the caravan, there is nothing to say..."

The **** that was picked up halfway - Tyres picked his eyebrows and scratched his head.

Say good tyrants.

Say good "shoulder responsibility, heart and heat pillow"?

"And you have collected the deposit. What is best at it is to pick up the seller and sell the employer?"

"The whole blade sand dune will know!"

As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of the mercenaries changed.

"I tell you, I was going to, after the trip, praise you in front of Baron Williams, and try to lower your taxes and venue fees. Now, should I go back and tell the Baron or other colleagues, you Tired of corpses by several bodies, even the most basic qualities -"

But Tomtin was interrupted.

"In the desert, you should never question your guide and protector, fat man," said McGee, who was sitting next to him. The lines on his face were awkward: "You think the desert is too simple, believe me, You may wish to think about the coffins of those who sleep in the desert - they are made with yellow sand, free of charge."

Tom Ding glimpsed a little, subconsciously shrinking back.

"And, if you are really familiar with Baron Williams, the merchant lord, you can determine the extent of our destiny in a sentence," the old hammer on the other side said faintly: "Why are you afraid to go back to the sand dunes?" ”

It’s hard to break free of the quick rope of Kanze’s clutch. “Or if you move out of your aristocratic ancestors and drink with the king, maybe the baron will be shocked and compensate for your loss?”

Tomtin was stunned and couldn’t speak, just pointing to McGee and the old hammer: "You guys..."

"Well, boy," Luisa, the captain of the silent voice, coughed and raised her hands. She said with a smile like a slap: "We don't have to be so stiff, I promise we have a good way to solve this." Child, right?"

She smiled and looked at Dean and made a look.

Finally, Dean sighed and touched his bald head.

"Well, then, let's, um, let's find a compromise."

Tomtin seems to have found a savior and gratefully looks at Louisa.

"Captain Dante! I know you are reasonable..."

Louisa waved her hand.

“When you walk up to twenty or thirty miles in one direction, we will meet a remote oasis stronghold that few people know, where a small tribe is stationed,” Dean whispered. “We know their heads. In fact, we are very familiar, saying that the brothers and sisters are talking and laughing, and they should move to the vicinity at this time."

McGee snorted.

"You can trade some goods there, change some desert specialties, replenish water and food, and at least sell some of the backlog, and then decide the next step, how?"

Tom Ding gave a slight glimpse.

"Wait, the savage tribe? Is it nearby?"

Tyles, who heard this, was taken aback and the water bag in his hand trembled.

His surprise is the same as Tomtin.

Awkward people?

A familiar face emerged in front of the eyes, the most impressive of which was the man's red eyes.

But Dean didn't let him go on: "If you are worried, Saip, that tribe... They know everything about the situation nearby, at least better than us, ask them, we can know what is going on now - - Is there a terrorist killer in the desert or the sand thieves boring and killing each other, and then decide whether we will continue or not..."

Tom Ding anxiously waved his hands: "But that's the wilderness! Those who eat the hybrids... How do you know, how can you guarantee..."

McGee slowly stood up and walked over to him.

"Because that is the tribe I was born in," the warrior with black lines on his face gently clicked on Tom's belly: "Reassured."

McGee chewed his teeth and looked like an arrow:

"As a ‘cannibal hybrid,’ I will tell them in advance: you can’t eat.”

The owner of the caravan was pale and scared to step back and fell to the ground.

The fast rope smirked.

Taylors stunned.

Awkward people.

Awkward people?

He looked at McGee, especially in the eyes of the latter.

But that is a pair of ordinary brown eyes.

"Blood bones..."

Tomding looked at the other mercenaries subconsciously, only to find that they all looked at him with a stern look.

"nearby?"

"Now, you know why we are coming and going in the desert," Dean sighed. "This is our biggest secret, Master, we have a savage person to be a guide."

Tom Ding took another look.

Louisa helped Tomtin up and smiled apologetically.

"So...we will go to that tribe tomorrow..."

Tommy’s face instantly smiled.

"Cough, I understand!"

The owner of the caravan smiled and looked a little bit stubborn: "We will return tomorrow! Tomorrow, tomorrow!"

When he hadn't finished talking, he even left the camp with a roll of climbing, which was like a hungry wolf behind his buttocks.

Dante’s big swords laughed easily.

Taylors sat in the corner, silent.

"But we all know that there are no wilderness tribes there," the old hammer shook his head helplessly, patted McGee who sat down again: "And that is the supply point we are going to plan, isn't it."

"Yes." Dean shrugged and smirked at Tom's back.

"But he doesn't know."

There was another burst of laughter in the camp.

"The problem is solved. I don't have to worry about searching those bodies. Really, there are several exiles in the dead sand thieves. I even recognize the people of the Braulen tribe. Some people have at least twenty brake lines. Dao - won 20 fights, and maybe even a polar guy," Dean sighed:

"It's hard to imagine what it is to kill them."

Louisa smiled softly at him: "Don't worry, we will return tomorrow."

Tyres silently shrank in the corner, looked at the team suspiciously, and looked at McGee from time to time.

Louisa noticed the eyes of Tyres.

"Don't mind, Wyah, don't be too surprised, I know what you are thinking," Louisa said with a good understanding: "What the buffs are all green and fangs, specializing in human flesh..."

Everyone's eyes turned around and they suddenly felt very embarrassing.

The old hammer even started laughing.

The female captain shook her head: "First of all, the so-called wild bone tribe does not exist, and we don't have any tribe to be a guest."

The fast rope reveals a big white tooth: "Speaking of playing."

Tyres smacked his mouth.

He cleared his throat and felt that he should say something: "Okay, of course, but you just said, McGee..."

Louisa smiled and said: "Yes, McGee is a ridiculous person. Did you see the lines on his face? It is one of the proofs of the war, the ridiculous. Obviously, he does not eat people, the savage people also Do not……"

"No, not everything," McGee snorted, seemingly disdainful, cold-eyed:

"It’s just that the tribe I am in is not eating people."

Tyres is a glimpse.

"Go to your, McGee," the old hammer snorted and took a bite of food:

“Every word is like telling a ghost story.”

Taylors still felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was in someone else's camp, but Louisa's smile made him feel a lot better, but Dean stared at him thoughtfully, making the prince quite embarrassed.

He turned to the fast rope.

"So, I have heard of..."

"Oh, forget what you heard," the old hammer sighed and swallowed the food: "Crazy, tyrannical, people can eat... People outside the desert always portray this - you know, some people are too lazy Differentiating, there is no way to distinguish, it is a matter of doing things, and it is said that the human beings forced or voluntarily to live in the desert are collectively called the savage people, and even the foreign sand thieves and thugs are counted."

Tyres heard a brow and was a little stunned.

"Of course, I doubt if anyone among them has seen a really difficult and terrible kind of brow."

The old hammer whispered: "Even in the desert war, the real wilderness is not what you want to see."

Dean spoke up, his dull voice let everyone calm down and listen to him.

"I know your confusion, Wyah, and I know how to spread the wild people outside, but you don't have to be afraid - the desert is very big, the wild people are not a simple and clear family," the mercenary courtesy of the bald head The ground said to McGee: "Their history is not much shorter than the desert, and the species is no less than the animals in the desert."

"Some tribes are wary of exclusion, some tribes are happy to treat guests, some tribes are cruel and warlike, some tribes are friendly and peaceful, some tribes are scarce, and some tribes are so powerful that they dare to swear with the orcs, even go to the two The borders of the powerful countries look at the scenery, they are very different, that's it."

Tyres nodded if he realized something.

"But I heard that the wild people are... are all red eyes?"

At that moment, McGee looked up and his eyes were cold.

"red?"

Against the bad eyes of the other side, Taylor's heart moved.

Did he say something wrong?

"A lot of soldiers have heard this too," Dean laughed. "Obviously, they haven't met a real buffy person -- or they haven't met much."

But this time, McGee interrupted him.

"No, the red-eyed beast is there."

The wild man raised his head and the black lines on his face loomed in the fire, facing Taylors: "Have you seen it?"

The tone is aggressive.

Tyres scratched his head.

"I have seen... I have seen people who have heard of them," Taylor said, "just follow, just like you."

McGee looked at Tyres and his eyes remained untouched.

"Only a small number of ridiculous people will have such eyes," he said slowly. Even the other mercenaries were listening to him seriously: "They are descendants of the ancestors. In your words, it is probably a blight. Aristocrat."

The fast rope came out again: "Is it sure that it is not an albinism?"

The old hammer gave him a slap from behind, and he screamed.

"Ancestral descendants?" Taylors ignored the fast-tracking rope and asked in confusion.

McGee squinted and answered his doubts: "Red Dragonfly... It is said that they are the origin of the ridiculous people, the bloodlines of the first generation of the savages who entered the desert, no matter which tribe will receive preferential treatment, it is born The sacrifice of the tribe."

Therefore, Tyres frowned slightly in his heart: the secret cadre of the red-eyed eyes, Rafael Lindbergh... is the so-called "first-generation descendants"?

The origin of the ridiculous people?

The fast rope was inserted at this time: "But what I heard is that those red eyes are proof that the ridiculous people are dealing with the devil?"

McGee frowned.

"Demon?" Taylors was surprised again.

"Yes, I heard what the old sailors said, the demons who lived in the ground." The fast rope raised his hands and screamed in a mock-up manner: "Evil, horrible, insidious, chaotic demons, never want to The ground is coming to chaos."

There is something in the fast rope: "In the legend, the savage people are the races abandoned by God, so they traded with the enemy of God, the demon in hell, and became the servant of the devil's land, and got the power to stay in the land of death. Becoming a beast in the big desert, it is a horrible existence... So, Wyah, this world is very dangerous. The so-called fate is impermanent. We must use our proper methods to cherish our lives and make life change. Have value, for example..."

Tyres curled his mouth and he knew what the other party was going to say.

Fortunately, before the fast rope continued, the old hammer slaps his words into his face and slaps into the sand.

"Get it, the rumors stop at the wise. Almost all the ridiculous people, they are enshrined, believe in the clearness of the gods, and even built a sacred altar, affecting a large number of outsiders, and the devil has no half copper relationship, You ask McGee to know." The old hammer silently.

McGee shrugged.

The fast rope raised his head in dissatisfaction and spit out a bite of sand: "How do you know? Have you seen it?"

"how could I know?"

The old hammer put down the food and smiled: "I didn't tell you, I am a star, born in the West, and in the ruins."

"So, I did see it and I have seen it."

Tyres raised his eyebrows - he had not heard of these familiar names of stars for too long.

"When I was young, I used to be a soldier of the Falkenhaus family. In the **** year, I was called to guard the sand dunes. When I was in the desert war, I also followed the king's army into the desert and played the battle of the altar. - Hey, that's a good show," the old hammer showed a cherished look: "But then, I found out that I only wield a hammer, but I couldn't support my family by simply planting land and recruiting meager money. I want to use the standing army of the royal family in the past, I heard that their salary is higher."

The fast rope blinked in surprise.

Taylors looked at her too.

This uncle, uncle...is actually a veteran of the stars...

"But the fate is getting people. At the end, I still ran to hire mercenaries."

The old hammer turned his head and smiled: "Then he became a brother with a brow."

"I am not familiar with you." McGee, who was next to him, answered coldly.

"Who said it!" The old hammer laughed and hugged McGee, clutching his neck with his elbows, shaking back and forth: "I am the benefactor who saved your life!"

"Damn... let go!" McGee looked ugly, a pair of expressions that ate the stool, but did not get angry or attacked, just struggling with death.

"But ah, he can't save your life every time," said the fast rope, sighing and sighing. "So I suggest, McGee, you might save a sum of money to the tavern boss... oh... ”

This time, without anyone's reminder, the northern lander Kanze put the head of the fast rope into the sand.

"Sorry," the leader of the team, Louisa reluctantly pressed her head and loaded with the mercenaries who didn't see the troubles. They smiled embarrassedly at Tells: "This is our daily life - you know They usually have too much pressure."

Tyres stared at the mercenary mercenaries.

The atmosphere of this team made him suddenly feel very novel.

This is the most harmonious one in the team he has seen: the nephews of the abandoned house are only shivering helplessness, and the private soldiers of the Di Di Si Hall are only cold and obedient, and Nie Lai’s White Blade Guard is full of blood. Brotherhood, and regardless of Gilbert, Jodel, Ginny or Puttier, there is always a sense of alienation between them.

To say the closest, um... Tells thinks of Edda, Wyatt and Rolf, and suddenly feels that they get along very well like the people in front of them.

The fast rope spit out the sand in the mouth for the second time, and gnashed his teeth: "Hey, I thought... the amount, maybe, maybe the **** of indifference is the devil in hell?"

"Cautiously," McGee, who had broken away from the old hammer, looked cold: "In the desert, many people die of heat and hunger, but more people die from lack of awe and excessive arrogance."

The fast rope blinked at Thales and made a "coming again" look.

The old hammer smiled: "Get it, fast rope, and pass on some rumors of hearsay. A bard who passed by the road has once vowed to tell me that there is a dragon in the desert, nicknamed 'warm heart'. Girl's! Dragon, do you believe it? Those legends lie to children's gadgets, and 'warm heart'..."

The face of the fast rope changed.

"But the dragon is not a legend," Taylors whispered into the discussion: "It is said that Exeter is established by the dragon, and the aristocratic rulers of Longyan City are proud of it."

"Yes!" Fast rope found a supporter, morale rose, and vowed: "There are people from the north in the pub, listen to them, five or six years ago, a dragon came to Exeter, and came over the dragon. Yucheng, fighting the legendary disaster..."

Tyres coughed softly and bowed his head to deal with his own water bag.

"A disaster? Do you still believe this?" The old hammer smiled happily: "Are you sure you are not meeting the sacrifices of the Temple of the Night? Those gods of the drama?"

"Hah, a group of Northlanders who drink high, you know their virtues, and when you put a few cups of horse urine, you start to talk nonsense. Who knows if they see a dragon or a long-winged mammoth, maybe just for Concealing the death of the king and making up some legends..."

"Hey!" This time, Hanhan Kanze, who has been talking for a long time, raised his hand dissatisfiedly: "Don't forget that there are also Northlanders here!"

"Hammer, a little bit of awesome things that don't understand," Dean, sitting on the side, looked at the chats of his companions, just smiling alone, like a father watching the children fight: "We are still in the desert." Maybe it’s bad luck, will you meet the 'warm girl' tomorrow?”

"Then I put her on," the old hammer shrugged. "My dream is to be a dragon knight!"

Louisa snorted softly: "Before that, eat your food - Dragon Knight! And McGee, and you, fast rope, don't think rookie can be lazy, then go outside with a breeze, furnace There are also Haken and Pangka in the fire!"

"Hey, what about Dean? He has to work shifts!" The fast rope raised his hand and protested: "Why don't you urge him?"

Dean shrugged.

Louisa showed a mysterious smile.

Looking at the captain's smile, there was some panic in the heart of the fast rope.

"As for Dean, he has been working hard today, whether it is to look around or negotiate," Louisa said softly: "So, dear fast rope, you sleep less today, turn his class."

The fast rope mourned, the mercenaries laughed, and the inside and outside of the camp was filled with happy air.

Tyres took a bite of food and watched their interaction silently, suddenly giving birth to a quiet comfort from the bottom of my heart.

This is a mercenary.

Looks... seems to be pretty good?

Just then, he suddenly noticed that a pair of eyes were falling on him. Tyres thought it was a friend who was not friendly to him, but he was wrong.

Not a blight.

It is Dean.

The bald mercenary looked at him silently, his eyes looked at Tyres, who was eating.

Dean’s eyes slowly changed.

(End of this chapter)