Chapter 149 Sandworm

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There are no trees and few rocks in the desert, and the team can only use horses and carts to block the wind and sand.

The soldiers put on their armor again, and without the protection of hard iron sheets, just one night of sand can make everyone's skin bloom.

Because firewood was scarce and the temperature was extremely low, the bonfire was not lit, but a few torches were set off around the carriage for lighting.

The soldiers ate the dry food they carried with them and swallowed the water in the kettle.

The nobles are better than them, and there is still no shortage of dried meat and fruits.

After dinner, the soldiers began to take turns to stand guard. The experienced soldiers buried themselves under the sand, revealing only half of their bodies.

Not long after the sky went dark, the temperature dropped sharply, and only the sand still retained a certain temperature. This was one of the few ways for the soldiers to keep out the cold.

Of course, Locke didn't need to lie in the sand and make do with it. As soon as the Roma Knight left, Angelina was the biggest in the convoy. Just in terms of identity, Locke was the third, and he didn't need to cover up. Angelina had already called in advance during the day. Greetings let him go.

Lying comfortably in the carriage driven by the princess, he was covered with the fur of some kind of precious animal, which was very soft.

Angelina was having dinner, the cherries she brought from the country and the blueberries she picked while passing through the Melmos jungle, were the princess' staple food.

Angelina's snow-white skin has been tanned a little by the harsh sun these days. According to her words, eating more fruits is good for the skin.

Locke doesn't know if it's true or not. Anyway, every time he comes, he always brings back some for Leah, Grace and others to eat. Of course, the explanation for Angelina is to bring it back and taste it.

Whether Angelina believed it or not, Locke believed it anyway.

"How long will this hard time last?" Angelina held a handful of cherries in her slender fingers. The red cherries were held in her mouth, and her tender tongue licked them. Most of Locke's attention was on Angelina. Lina's mouth.

Seeing Locke looking dumbfounded, Angelina patted him with a smile, and Locke came back to his senses.

"Ah, we have just walked one-third of the way, and it is estimated that it will take half a month to go out." Locke said.

"It's still half a month." Angelina sighed.

Just entered the desert of Ritucson for a week, and Angelina couldn't take it anymore. The little girl Christine didn't complain. Locke felt that the days in the Bering Mountains were more difficult than this time. At that time, Angelina wanted to. Stronger than now.

The sky was getting darker and darker, the yellow sand in the sky was replaced by night, and in the carriage, Locke's ears were filled with the sound of sand particles blowing against the windows.

"I'll go out and take a look!" Locke got up and tidied up his armor. He was the deputy captain of the team. It was necessary to inspect the camp at night.

"Well, let's go." Angelina put down the unfinished cherries in her mouth, took out her thick magic book and looked again.

Locke got down from the princess carriage neatly dressed, and called a few soldiers stationed beside him to go with him.

"Where's the Bender Knight?" Locke asked the soldiers. Bender was his adjutant. Usually, he ordered the soldiers of the whole team through Bender.

"Lord Bend is discussing the guard tonight with the commander of the Guards at the periphery of the carriage," said a leading sergeant among the soldiers.

"Well." Locke nodded and led them to Bender.

Outside the carriage, Bender was talking with a man in full iron armor, "Lord Aslan, the sandstorm tonight seems to be a little wrong."

"Well, it's really not normal." The iron-armored man looked solemn. He was Aslan, the leader of the guards who escorted the princess, a high-level attendant-level powerhouse.

"I hope you can keep the soldiers motivated and make sure there will be no mistakes tonight," Bender said.

"No problem!" Aslan nodded.

Bend is just a noble knight, and his title and strength are far worse than Aslan's. The reason why he can command such powerhouses as Aslan can only be said to be lucky to be Locke's adjutant.

Viscount Cage, the captain of the envoy, rarely took care of things, and the deputy captain, Locke, was too lazy to do it himself. Many orders were issued by Bender.

If Bender had just left Flor City when he learned that he was serving as an adjutant to a young man under 20, Bender would still have an idea, but now that he is gone, this qualification alone can make Bender useful for a lifetime.

"How is the defense?" Locke's voice came from far away.

The distance from Angelina's carriage to the periphery of the convoy was less than 100 meters. It was such a short distance that Locke had a very difficult walk. Countless sands rushed to his face under the strong wind. Fortunately, the helmet blocked most of it, but this Also let him eat a mouthful of dust.

After Locke approached, the adjutant Bender introduced, "Commander Aslan has arranged everything."

"You've worked hard!" Locke stepped forward and shook hands with Aslan. He knew that this was a genuine high-level attendant, and it seemed to him that he was a little more powerful than Knight Will.

If the Guards are well armed, there will be nothing to do with Locke. The Dark Guards have their own captains, and they won't listen to anyone's orders except Angelina.

At night, Locke hugged Angelina who was sleeping.

Because of Angelina's honorable status, the two of them haven't reached that last step until now, but just snuggled together like lovers.

Suddenly, Locke's ears moved.

"What sound?" Locke seemed to hear a burst of' rustling, rustling. . . ', he thought it was his own delusion.

Immediately, the sound became clearer, like the sound of some kind of arthropod crawling.

Angelina opened her eyes, and she was also awakened by the sound, who was mentally sensitive. It was not an illusion.

"I'll go out and see!" Locke patted Angelina's body and motioned her not to move.

After getting out of the carriage, most of the soldiers in the camp had woken up. People came and came, and the commander's orders were everywhere.

"What's the matter?" Locke grabbed a soldier who passed by him and asked in a condensed voice.

The soldier recognized Locke's identity at a glance, and immediately said, "I don't know, it seems that a bunch of demonized creatures gathered outside the camp."

After sending the soldier away, Locke fell into contemplation. The demonized creatures he has seen so far are only half of the flood salt crabs by the lake in the Bering Mountains, and the moonlight wolf looked like before it advanced.

With the strength of his current low-level attendants, coupled with sturdy armor and a sharp long sword, it is not a problem to deal with two low-level monsters at the same time, and he feels that it is not a big problem if there are less than five demonized creatures.

Are there gathering magical creatures outside the camp? Closing the gap between the armors, Locke held up his long sword and walked out.

Outside the carriage, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard had already set up their long spears and were ready to stand in an array. Inside were members of the dark guards. These dark guards formed the second and third lines of defense of the camp, vaguely centered on the carriage where Angelina lived.

Viscount Cage and others were standing in the center of the Guards discussing something. Just as Locke was about to go there, countless drops of yellow liquid suddenly fell in the sky.

Under Locke's conditioned reflex, he waved his arm shield to block, and the arm shield mixed with some precious material, after being hit by the liquid, made a slight "nourishing, nourishing, nourishing" sound, and the circle was not obvious. The dent appears on the arm shield.

The soldiers of the Praetorian Guards were all wearing full-body iron armor, and when they came into contact with the yellow liquid, "thorn, thorn" appeared as the acid corroded the steel. Fortunately, the amount of acid was not much. One-third of the armor corroded and did not cause substantial damage to the soldier.

But some unfortunate soldiers were sprayed by the acid on their unarmored skin. "Ah, ah~" After a painful howl, the spilled skin was full of potholes and blood spots.

"Be careful, don't get splashed by this acid!" All the captains shouted at their subordinates.

Because the Janissaries were on the front line, they blocked the first wave of acid with their sturdy armor, protecting the countless dark guards behind them wearing only leather armor.

Another wave of yellow acid came from the air.

"Raise the shield! Raise the shield!" Several captains with good eyes and quick reactions shouted.

The commander's order quickly awakened the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard. Nearly a hundred soldiers of the Praetorian Guard raised their giant shields at the same time. A solid barrier blocked most of the next spray of acid.

"What is this?" Locke quickly ran to the place where Viscount Cage and others were standing while protecting his head with his arm shield.

"The acid of the sandworm!" Beside Viscount Cage, a magician replied for him.

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