Chapter 145 Sand Pirates

The members of the camel caravan laughed loudly when they heard Al's words. In their opinion, Al, who ate the hard bread and clear water they gave him without a word of complaint along the way, was undoubtedly a A bully character, but they obviously didn't think about it, if Al was really a bully character, how would that knife just now be explained?

Of course, these people with strong limbs and simple minds don't think so much, they only see the immediate benefits and the immediate enemies.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and the bonfire not far from Ayer suddenly swayed without wind. Almost everyone did not notice the change in the bonfire, only the one who had been sitting on the leading camel of the camel team and was the leader of the team The old man noticed the change in the campfire.

Slowly putting down the water bag containing the wine in his hand, the old man looked at Al, a trace of surprise and shock flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly grabbed the horsewhip around his waist and whipped a whip in mid-air.

Hearing a "pop", everyone stopped what they were doing, and turned to look at the old man.

At this time, the leader of the caravan quickly came to the old man, and said to the old man with three points of respect: "Mr. Tata, I wonder what you want?"

Tata is a guide who specially guides caravans in the desert. In the desert full of wind and sand, even camels may get lost, but guides like Tata can always find the right way.

They even know the location of some oases that few people know. For those who walk in the desert, having such a guide can definitely increase the chance of survival by 50%. Therefore, in this Western Desert, Even the most ferocious Sand Bandit will not harm even a guide!

Therefore, the leader of the caravan can be said to have great respect for this guide named Tata. No matter what request Tata has, as long as he will not lose money on this trip, the leader of the caravan will agree to him.

For the caravan leader's respect, the elderly guide Tata nodded with a smile, and then whispered to the caravan leader: "Anyone who dares to follow the caravan into the desert alone is not easy to provoke, let alone that young man You are like a mystic, so tell your subordinates not to be troublesome, it is not a glorious thing for them to bully a child, stop it."

After speaking, the old man Tata turned his head again, picked up the water bag and took a big gulp of wine, narrowed his eyes and began to enjoy the taste of the wine.

And the caravan leader, after hearing Tata's words, immediately left cold sweat on his face. He knew the virtues of his subordinates very well. Once the mysterious people were really angered and they started to kill people, no one would transport the goods. The caravan leader has no place to cry.

Wiped a cold sweat,

The caravan leader ran to his subordinates in three steps and two steps. He first bowed deeply to Al, then turned around and directly yelled at his subordinates: "Look! What do you think, don’t you need to work, why don’t you pack up your things and go, it seems that I haven’t cleaned up you for a long time, you guys are starting to be lazy, why don’t you get out of here.”

The leader of the caravan can control the entire caravan by himself, so he naturally has his own way, so when he spoke, his subordinates immediately retreated even though he was unwilling, but in their view, Al obviously It was because it gave the guide some benefits, so he asked the guide to help him speak, and he believed in the idea that Al was a soft persimmon in his heart.

Seeing his subordinates backing away, the caravan leader finally heaved a sigh of relief. Mystics are famous in the desert. Even the weakest mystics are enough to slowly destroy a large caravan, let alone Said he was a small caravan.

Bowing his head slightly to Al again, the leader of the caravan whispered to Al: "Master Mystic, my subordinates are all rough, please don't hold them accountable for their rudeness, I will give you my lord in a while." Return the money, and then I will let Hu Ge and his son serve you."

As for the name Mystic, Al knew very well that it was a collective name for wizards and wizard apprentices in the desert, so when the voice of the caravan leader fell, Al immediately asked with great interest: "Mysterious... I don't deny it, but how did you see it?"

Hearing Al's question, the caravan leader froze for a moment, then turned to look at Tata, the guide sitting in front.

Seeing the gaze of the caravan leader, Al naturally understood how the caravan leader saw his identity. It turned out that it was not he who saw it, but someone else.

Nodding slightly to the leader of the caravan, Al said nothing more. Since the leader of the caravan is willing to return the money he paid, there is no need for Al to refuse. Nature is good.

The leader of the caravan retreated, and Al went to sit on his camel, and soon the camel team set off again, but at this time, beside Al, he followed another camel, and a father and son sat on the camel, impressively It was the father and son who got ten gold coins from Al earlier.

Al smiled at the father and son, and didn't say much. Instead, he took out the "Secret of Illusion" from the space bag in his chest and began to read from the most basic part.

That is the most basic part, but it is still difficult for Al to understand. Even if the [Focus] state is turned on, Al can't watch faster, because Al is half-aware of many basic knowledge , so the process of understanding is very slow, thanks to the superhuman understanding and memory ability in the state of [focus], otherwise it would be ten times more difficult.

After reading the first page of the wizard's handbook "Secret of Illusion", Al released the [Concentration] state, pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Watching the gradually setting sun, Al put away the wizard letter in his hand, and then began to enjoy the beauty of the sunset in the desert.

I have to say that even if I saw a lot of pictures and videos of the sunset in the desert in my previous life, it is not as pleasing as seeing it myself in reality.

Appreciating the beautiful scenery of the desert, Al took a sip of water, and he was a little drunk with water instead of wine.

However, at this moment, Al's ears moved slightly, but he heard the sound of horseshoes vibrating.

Turning his head, Al looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a stream of smoke and dust rising into the sky. Obviously, at least the number of people rushing towards this caravan was not small, and there could be such a large number of cavalry in the desert. Only Sand Pirates are left!

As the sand robbers approached, the people in the camel team also found the traces of the sand robbers, and soon the camel team became scattered, but everyone knew that only when everyone united could they survive. If there is an order in the desert, then even if they will not be killed by sand robbers in the end, they will die due to lack of water and food.

The camel caravan gradually gathered and formed a small circle. At the same time, the caravan leaders and guides walked to the front of the camel caravan, waiting for the arrival of the sand robbers.

Generally speaking, sand bandits don't do things like solidify the lake and fish, because they know very well that if they do too much, then slowly there will be no caravans passing through the desert. Can be robbed, the only way to perish.

So as long as the camel team won't resist too much, then the Sand Pirates won't choose to make money and even kill them.

The sand robbers gradually slowed down, and before they came to the camel team, there were a total of seven sand robbers in this group. Although it was quite a lot, it was not too many compared to the number of the camel team.

However, these sand robbers obviously survived the fighting, and everyone had a strong smell of blood on their bodies. Just sitting on the horseback made the people in the camel team dare not make any changes.

At this time, the leader of this small group of sand robbers rode forward, walked up to the leader of the caravan and the guide, pulled off the mask on his face, and said to the leader of the caravan and the guide: "It is obvious from your actions It’s not the first time you’ve come to the desert, so you should all know the rules, everyone gets three gold coins, and then we need 30% of the value of your goods to be converted into gold coins for us, so go prepare the money now.”

The caravan leader had a heartbroken look on his face. Leaving aside the three gold coins for each head, it is not a lot for the caravan leader, but 30% of the goods really made the caravan leader feel distressed, but fortunately, it did not exceed the caravan leader's price. The leader's previous limit, he can still bear it.

Followed by the leader of this small group of sand robbers, the caravan leader counted his goods, and then converted them into 30% gold coins, and handed over the price of three gold coins per person to the leader of sand robbers.

After getting the gold coins, the leader of the Sand Pirates and his brothers shared the gold coins and prepared to drive away.

However, at this moment, the young man who had been pierced through the wrist by Al's throwing knife suddenly pointed at Al and shouted to the sand bandit leader: "My lords, this man is not from our caravan. His head money should not be counted on the head of our camel team, and he is so rich, he probably doesn't care about these small head money."

As soon as these words came out, the seven sand robbers immediately turned their horses and walked slowly towards Al.

Seeing their actions, the leader of the caravan immediately stepped forward to explain, but was pushed away by the leader of the sand bandits, there was no room for any explanation at all.

The leader of the Sand Pirates came to Al's body on horseback, and he reached out and touched Al's chest without saying a word, as if he was going to snatch all the valuables from Al's body.

However, when the leader of the Sand Pirates took his hand out of Al's chest, he didn't have anything of value in his hand. Instead, there was only a poisonous snake covered in black and red spitting a message at him!