Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Looking at the darkening of the sky, falling temperatures is just a matter of moments.

Mumbai covered himself with treated sand fox leather, his eyes squinting away.

What you see is desert, and all the plants you see are dead yellow.

Half a month ago, he was transported here, smokeless, and he took the only food and water on his body to find his companion, but he never heard from him, not even knowing where he was.

Later, there was no food or water on his body, so he had to kill some warcraft and drink blood and eat meat.

Over the desert, where day and night temperatures vary greatly and smoke is scarce, he has passed through only a small tribe in the last few days.

And that tribe had lived in the desert for a long time and had not been able to communicate with him, so Mumbai had to continue to find his companion in his own way.

Yellow is everywhere in the desert, and from time to time there are crowds of warcraft beneath the sand on the ground that are less aggressive, but more biased.

Mumbai had encountered several waves and almost lost his life there, and on this journey he actually gained a lot of strength because of this experience.

“I don't know what happened to them. How can I miss it if I land in this shithole too?” Mumbai looked at the sky and mumbled.

“It's better to get to a better place, it's better not to have the Gate of Beasts hunting, it's better to... see each other soon...”

……

In the other desert, it was clear that Mumbai's prayers had not been answered, because others were very similar to what had happened to him.

The night rushed towards an oasis in the distance, heading in that direction, even though it was known that it might be a mirage.

In this endless desert, even a mirage is better than being lost without a goal.

The speed was so extreme that the night did not even notice that it accidentally broke into the territory of a group of warcraft.

As you accidentally step onto a sand pile, your body sinks sharply.

The night shook and hurried to turn up. He flew to the sky and looked down. The place he had just stepped on had become quicksand!

“How did this happen?” The night frowned and said.

If there's quicksand here, I'm afraid it'll be discovered long ago. How could it not show up until she stepped on it?

And she just stepped on the place, which is the sand eye center of the whole quicksand!

The next moment, the night suddenly heard this quiet desert with a "know-your-rate” sound, as if something was close to this place in a dense and numb way, causing a goose bump just to listen.

Almost out of the instinct to react to danger, the night did not hesitate to enter a state of combat.

In a bright red costume, a sharp snake sword appeared in his hand, looking vigilantly around him.

All of a sudden, just when the night was ready, a shadow jumped directly from behind the night, with a cold tail needle pointing directly at the night!

“Brush!”

The night shadow flashed and the snake sword waved on his hand, throwing the tail needle directly to one side.

Then a rude sword stabbed at the black shadow, and "Pfft” stabbed the shadow straight through!

Until then, Kiyoko discovered that it was a scorpion of four or five years old human size who attacked him!

The scorpion, punctured by himself, twisted his body on the powerless ground and then died completely.

Yet the night did not mean anything to relax... how could she not know that all the scorpions in the desert were herds!

Seems to be a testament to her conjecture that the "knowledge rate” sounds more and more obvious as if it could cover all the other sounds.

Just listen to the sound and you will know that there are no more than a hundred, if not more!

The night's eyes were cold, and when I heard that voice, I knew I was surrounded. All sides were scorpions of that kind.

But even if she found out, she wouldn't dare to move, because if she did, all the scorpions would be killed, and she would be overwhelmed. Instead, she should be on full alert in case they attack at any time.

This group of scorpions lies in the desert, hidden in the sand, called "sand scorpions”.

A medium sized warcraft, the average sand scorpion is the size of a four-five year old, but every sand scorpion will have a sand scorpion king, comparable in size to an adult.

And even more so than scorpions who can only attack with a tail needle, the Sand Scorpion King is able to extract quicksand.

If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid the quicksand was made by the Scorpion King.

The night watches the surroundings carefully and can be felt as soon as there is a change in which direction.

Sure enough, all of a sudden it stopped as the “know-it-all" sounded closer.

At this moment, the night is more certain that there are sand scorpions hidden beneath the sand!

“…”

At night, by instinct, the snake sword in your hand is directly behind you.

“Bang” sounded, colliding with the needle tail in the cold light!

“…”

“Phew, phew...”

A dark shadow continues to fly under the sand, rushing directly into the night in the sky.

A sharp tail needle is inserted into the black shadow and stabbed to the red shadow in the middle!

Above the desert, those scorpions are no longer even hidden.

The sand scorpion, which was a long way from home, seemed as if it could not eat food. It burst out of the sand in a hurry and climbed fast towards the night. The poison needle at the tail was raised high, as if it was preaching its strength.

The night was dark, the snake sword was constantly dancing, a crisp sound sounded all over the desert, the black shadow fell from the sky, and the ground was soon eaten by its own kind.

But even so, there are still sand scorpions pouring up, as if infinitely.

……

At the top of the volcano, the bloody corpse, the cloud dance was hidden by black arrogance, frowned and hidden in a corner, listening to the voices of the people outside.

It was true, as the man in blue had said, that since his departure there had been a steady increase in the number of new blood cadavers in the stronghold.

In fact, shortly after the first wave of masters were sent, there has been an increase in the number of masters.

Only recently it was not known why, all of a sudden, the Gatekeepers appeared again, formed a patrol with the blood corpses, and protected the positions very well.

Even cloud dance can be difficult to successfully kill a squad without shooting other blood corpses.