Chapter 740: Ingredients Are No Longer Important

One foot stepped on the bow of the sand boat, which was breaking through the sand and waves. The vast sand sea around made people feel heroic.

Gordon, who was in a good mood, howled loudly, but ended up choking on a mouthful of sand. Hayata, who was in charge of sailing and ruddering, rolled her eyes.

Feeling the unfriendly gaze from behind, Gordon spit out the sand, laughed and ran to the back, "How about I drive for a while?"

"No!" Hayata refused decisively. She said unhappily: "It has been less than two hours since it capsized several times? The side of the boat is almost scratched, and this sand boat is borrowed!"

Gordon laughed awkwardly.

He is strong, but driving a boat is not based on strength. According to the captain of the fleet, he is clumsy and can't steer the rudder well.

This time, he took a random collection mission and went to the fleet to borrow a sand boat to have fun. As a result, the boat capsized frequently.

Hayata, who was originally prepared to enjoy the desert scenery, was also beaten up. In the end, he had to take over the rudder forcefully, which prevented the sand boat from being torn apart by Gordon.

Since the driving depends entirely on wind power, the sand boat has a simple structure, but the driving difficulty is not low.

Hayata's driving skills are also clumsy, and the boat speed can never reach the highest, but at least it is barely stable, and he will not pull and pull like Gordon and capsize the boat.

Starting from Locklak in the early morning, until noon when the sun was shining, the sand boat they drove for more than 30 kilometers and came to a large oasis. This efficiency is undoubtedly much higher than walking.

But you have to know that the speed of a qualified fleet member driving a sand boat should be about 30 kilometers per hour, not half a day.

The two dragged the sand boat to a rocky area and fixed it with a tarpaulin.

Hayata carried his weapon on his back, humphed and walked ahead, Gordon followed with a flattering smile.

He broke into someone's room and did something strange last night on impulse, and that person is still a little angry, so he has to find a way to coax her before...

Looking for delicious ingredients or something, um, is it important?

While Gordon, Hayata and the others were doing something in the small oasis, Ansir and the other two, led by Maca, came to the dock of the Sand Fleet.

Maca and Gordon had similar ideas. Since they had connections with the Sand Fleet, wouldn't it be more efficient to borrow a sand ship than to walk?

Seeing another hunter coming, the captain with black curly hair had a dark face.

They were not the only ones who thought of this. Hunters who came to borrow sand ships came in waves, many of whom were old comrades who had blocked the Peak Mountain Dragon together. How could they refuse such a life-and-death friendship?

The dozen or so sand ships in the dock were almost all borrowed!

That is to say, the monsoon season has passed, and the patrol mission is not heavy recently. Many members of the fleet are on vacation, otherwise they would not be able to gather all the boats for patrolling the sand sea.

I will definitely not lend it this time.

"Hey! Captain!" Maka, who was walking in front, greeted the captain with a smile.

"Kakaba za!"

The captain, who was ready to face the visitor coldly, sighed helplessly, "Maka, and little Baba Ka, didn't you run out to make a living a long time ago? Why are you running back to join in the fun?"

Maka, who was once a member of the sand fleet, smiled and said, "I came back to see my mother. I just happened to run into her. I'm trying my luck. How are you? Where's that little girl Sesna?"

"She ran out to find food too."

The two were chatting, and the captain suddenly found that the male heavy crossbowman brought by Maka was staring at the large dock behind him, and his face suddenly became serious.

"Don't even think about it! I won't lend you Fengshan Maru! I absolutely won't lend you one!"

Anxier smacked his lips regretfully. Not to mention the Dragon-Slaying Spear, the heavy crossbow and cannon on it looked pretty impressive.

He retracted his gaze, put on a polite smile, and bowed, "Hello, Captain, I'm Anxier, the heavy crossbow user of the Silver Edge Hunting Group.

Gordon and Hayata told us a lot about the Sand Fleet, the Great Desert Banquet, and the Moonlit Purple Crystal."

"I'm Feng Ying! The Silver Edge's shield-axe user!" Feng Ying also hurried to introduce herself.

"Aha, so you're Gordon and Hayata's companions." Upon hearing this, the captain's smile became much more enthusiastic.

"Excuse me, did you see them earlier?" Anxier asked with a smile.

"They, yes, they borrowed a sand boat and set sail early in the morning."

"Do you know which direction they went?"

"That's unclear. Who can tell in the vast sea of ​​sand?"

"Tsk, what a pity." Anshil clicked his tongue.

Anshil tried to find out the whereabouts of Gordon and the others from the captain, while Maca had already untied the cloth of a sand boat in the dock.

"Hey! I haven't said I can lend it to you yet!" The captain turned his head and scolded.

Maca skillfully checked the sails, rudders and cables, laughing, "I knew the captain was the best, thank you! Fengying, come and help!"

"Asshole! Put it down! You are not allowed to bring heavy crossbows, which are used to deal with the 'big guys'!" The captain shouted angrily, leaving Anshil behind, rushed over and slapped Maca on the head and scolded him.

"Stingy! If you don't want to bring it, then don't bring it."

Maka pulled his eyelids and made a face at the captain, then turned around and grabbed a familiar member of the fleet with a grin, "Do you have a detailed map of the area 80 or 90 kilometers northwest?"

"The mountainous Gobi area? Or the area near the big sand dunes?"

"Big sand dunes!"

"I think so. I'll go get you a copy."

"Thank you!" Maca took out a palm-sized wine bottle from his waist bag like a magician and threw it to the other party, "Good wine from Minagard."

"Aha! I'll get you some more face towels and cloaks for the desert."

"Where's my share?!" The captain of the fleet stared.

Maca took out a bigger wine bottle from the bag of the little Qimian tribe, "How can I forget to honor you!"

"That's more like it."

With the help of Maca's old friends, the sand boat was quickly prepared, and the cabin was equipped with leather water bags, goggles, cloaks and other items that are very practical in the desert.

Feng Ying looked a little confused, but An Xier showed a satisfied smile on his face.

It seems that this desert egg-grabbing trip will be much more comfortable.

Taking Babaka onto the sand boat, the little Qimian tribe quickly climbed to the top of the mast, which is its favorite position. Maca grabbed a rope, wrapped it around his right arm twice to hold it tightly, and put his left hand on the paddle-shaped rudder.

After moving his body and hands, although he hadn't touched the rudder and ropes for several years, the familiar feeling came back.

"What are you still standing there for? Come on up! The strong wind is coming!"

An Xier and Feng Ying looked at each other and boarded the sand boat.

They were all riding this thing for the first time. Feng Ying looked around, but An Xier had a bad feeling. He didn't like this small, fast, and not very stable means of transportation.

Before they could stand completely, Maka pulled the rope suddenly, and the strong wind came with sand and dust, instantly filling the sail with the sun emblem.

The two members of the fleet pushed hard from behind to provide additional initial speed.

The light sand boat leaped out of the dock like a flexible sand fish and rushed into the sand sea.

"Let's go!"

"Kababa!"