Chapter 151 Remuneration

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Until the end of the battle, statistics of the wounded, a total of more than 30 soldiers suffered cuts and corrosion injuries of varying degrees, and the death toll was 17.

Most of them were claws that died from sand worms. Although their acid was quite terrifying, they were fortunately blocked by the solid armor and giant shields of the soldiers.

The man who counted the number of wounded was a young man of the Praetorian Guards, with red and swollen eyes, and reported the number of casualties to Aslan and Locke.

Half of the dead soldiers were from the Janissaries and the Dark Guards.

The former was because they were on the front line of the sandworm attack, and the latter was because the dark guards who only wore leather armor faced the acid sprayed by the sandworm, which corroded a large piece of flesh.

Commander Aslan led the soldiers to clean the battlefield and cremated the bodies of the soldiers who had just died. They had the responsibility to bring these "dead" soldiers back to China in the future.

Angelina also got out of the carriage later, condolences to the soldiers who had just experienced a hard fight, but soon, the stubborn captain of the dark guard invited them back to the carriage. Although these sand crickets have been withdrawn, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not survive. Will kill again.

Except for the soldiers who were busy, several magicians in the team were not idle. Everyone took out bottles and jars from their magic robes, some were powder, some were green liquid, and they poured them directly around the camp. After a circle, the liquid immediately volatilized into a gas, and with the powder, a pungent smell that could not be dissolved filled the surroundings.

Although several magicians did not say it, Locke guessed that this should be a potion to drive away demonized creatures.

The surrounding wind and sand are gradually rising, and the big storm that belongs to the night of the Ritucson desert is coming again. During these days, Locke has learned a lot.

Just when Locke was about to give an order to let the soldiers find a place to hide from the sandstorm, several magicians came to the door.

"Captain Locke." This was an old man with a bushy white beard. His long white eyebrows floated down, and his expression of kindness made it seem that the magician was easy to speak, which was actually the case.

"What's the matter? Master Ante." Locke asked. The white-browed magician was the only one among the six magicians in the envoy who communicated more with him.

"We hope your soldiers can help us collect the carapaces and acid sacs of these sandworms," ​​said the old magician Ant.

These magicians are not affiliated with the army, but are supported by the Faustan royal family, so although their status is detached, they have no command rights over the soldiers.

The sandstorm is coming, and a strong hurricane visible to the naked eye is approaching their convoy. Locke hesitated to let the soldiers take the risk and collect these "useless" things for these magicians. Is it worth it.

Ante saw Locke's hesitation, and then said, "We can exchange silver coins, or, medicine." Ante winked at Locke.

Funny old man, Locke smiled.

"All the soldiers! Now that you have nothing in your hands, go collect the stumps of the sand squid!" Locke shouted, "Go!"

Everyone knew that Locke was the No. 3 figure in the convoy. There was no voice to refute, and the soldiers quickly acted.

In the future of the sandstorm, Locke will not have time to let the soldiers distinguish which is the carapace of the sandworm and which is the acid sac of the sandworm, collect them all, and let these magicians sort them out by themselves.

Aslan did not object at this time, and he was busy. The cyan sand cricket frozen by magician Nolan was being carried back by him on his back. It was a half-human-sized worm, and Locke looked at it. Just a little hairy.

Through the ice crystals, Locke could clearly see every burr on the eight feet on the lower abdomen of the blue sandworm, plus the petal-like, torn mouth and countless serrations inside. Locke was worried that he would vomit after watching it for a while. come out.

The moment before the sandstorm came, the soldiers collected every piece of sand bugs they could see, and then the experienced soldiers leaned on the carriage, hid in the leeward, and got into their sleeping bags.

Since entering the Ritussen Desert, the convoy has not set up tents, and the soldiers have each distributed a sleeping bag.

The sandstorm tonight is a little bigger than the sandstorms in the previous nights. In the early morning of the next day, the sandstorms are less intense.

As the sun appeared above the horizon again, the soldiers who had been buried in the middle of the night by the wind and sand only got out again.

The three-meter-high carriage, after just one night, the wheels of the carriage have completely sunk into the sand.

Early morning and evening are the best times of the day in the Ritussen desert. The servants in the convoy start to cook for the nobles, and the soldiers push the carriage buried under the sand back to the ground.

Locke, who hadn't slept all night, opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. Of course, he didn't have to squeeze into the sleeping bag like the soldiers. With so many carriages, he could always make one for him.

Not only did Locke not sleep well, but there was probably no one in the entire convoy who slept well last night. The sudden attack of sand worms let them know that in addition to the harsh environment in the Tucson desert today, there are many creatures hiding in the dark just about to move. .

After chatting with Aslan about the aftermath of the dead and wounded soldiers, Locke then went to Ante.

The ground was covered with sand again, as if in the past, who would have thought that a thrilling battle took place here not long ago.

After knocking on the carriage where Ant lived, Locke stood quietly outside waiting.

Old Man Ant should have just woken up. Locke outside the carriage only heard a vague murmur. After a long time, Ant, who was wearing a nightgown, opened the door of his carriage.

"Master Ante is so comfortable!" Locke laughed, and it was only a few hours later, the old devil

The mage put on a nightgown and went to sleep. You must know that last night was Locke, who was always nervous, and he went to sleep wearing armor.

Ante ignored Locke's ridicule, "Come in!" With a wave of his hand, he got into the carriage first.

Locke then bent over to enter.

This magician of Ant's carriage is more like a small alchemy laboratory. Many reagents that Locke can't name are placed on a wooden table in the carriage. Next to the wooden table is a thin quilt and a The pillow should be where Ante slept.

"This is the reward!" Ante threw a very heavy purse to Locke, and Locke opened it and glanced at it. It was all silver, roughly three hundred pieces.

"And this!" Ante took out three pale red potions from under the wooden table and handed them to Locke, "Red sand potion, Nuo!"

Locke took it and carefully looked at the potion in his hand. The name of the 'red sand potion', Locke had heard from Uncle Yosak a long time ago, and it was a very sought-after potion among the knights who practiced vindictiveness.

Not only can it slightly increase the speed of vindictive cultivation, but it can also break out more than 30% of the strength in battle, and the sequelae are not small, but this cannot stop the knights from pursuing this potion.

As soon as the two items were in hand, Master Ante began to see off the guests. As soon as Locke stepped out of the carriage, the sound of the closed door rang behind him. It seemed that the magician was either going to make up his sleep or doing his experiments.

In the end, 300 silver dels were allotted to the soldiers by Locke. Although the treatment of the Guards and the dark guards was good, a monthly salary of 5 silver dels was enough. Although this unexpected wealth Not much, but no one refused either.

With the red sand potion, Locke gave the team captains that he usually greets. These team captains have high and low strength, ranging from middle-level servants to low-level servants. They have been with Locke for so long, and Locke can't treat him badly. them.

As for how they are allocated, it is none of Locke's business.

He has long known that the red sand medicine has great sequelae. In addition to causing a short period of weakness to the user, it will also cause some irreparable damage to the body. Locke will take medicine in the future, and he will definitely prefer no side effects or small side effects. Medicine, red sand medicine is not in his consideration.

After a round of inspection, Locke returned to Angelina's carriage.

Angelina is playing with her unhatched familiar.

Dozens of purple scales were scattered around a blue-gray dome, which was one meter high and shone faintly.

Angelina put her ear on the dome and excitedly said to Locke, "My magic pet is talking to me!"

Locke was speechless, "This is still an egg, how can I talk to you?"

"This is the spiritual communication unique to magicians, you don't understand!" Angelina rolled her eyes.

Locke stroked his hand on the wall of the dome, and bursts of powerful beatings came out from the dome. Locke believed at this time that the little scorpion dragon might hatch.

"How long will it take?" Locke asked.

"About two months." Angelina signed a spiritual contract with her magic pet, which can roughly estimate the date of breaking the shell.

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