Søren was trapped.
In fact, he and the Oriental Dancer were trapped in the underground ruins for a whole day and night.
By the time they finally dug out a tunnel and returned to the surface, the two of them were already a little exhausted. It looked like they had crawled up from the ground after rolling in the ground. Søren's body was a little better. After all, he was wearing tights. He just shook off the sand and mud on his cloak. But the Oriental Dancer was wearing a long dress. When she climbed out, her whole body was grey. Only when she occasionally wiped her sweat would she wipe off the dust, revealing a piece of white skin.
"Finally, I climbed out!"
When the Oriental Dancer came to the ground, she threw away the shovel directly, then sat on the sand unladylike, and then jumped up as if she had been electrocuted. At this moment, although the sky was getting dark, the temperature in the desert area was still very high. There were no traces of laborers and other teammates nearby, but there was a lot of garbage not far away. The wind and sand during the day were very strong. They had probably taken away everything that could be taken away. Now there was only garbage left on the entire ruins.
Søren reached out and pushed the sand away. He touched the burnt charcoal and said in a deep voice, "They left not long ago! They should have packed up and left in the morning. "
The Oriental Dancer came over and nodded gently, "These guys! … "
"Forget it."
Søren shook his head indifferently. He had seen too many things worse than this when he was in the Underdark. At least this time, the people he met did not stab him in the back. He looked up at the sky and said slowly, "Let's rest here for a night. We will leave tomorrow. "
"You have found what you want."
"We will separate tomorrow! Since you plan to go back to the Eastern Kingdom, let's leave early. "
"It won't be long before this place becomes a place of trouble."
The Oriental Dancer nodded gently, and her eyes fell on Søren. She looked at him quietly for a while, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She said softly, "Thank you."
Søren waved his hand and said nothing. He just said, "I'm going to find some water."
"There should be an oasis nearby."
Water.
Hearing Søren's words, the Oriental Dancer suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She couldn't help but quickly follow up and whisper, "Is there an oasis nearby? I'll go with you! "
There should be an oasis nearby.
Because an adventurer's gathering place had once been established here, it was very difficult to resupply in the desert. The area near the underground ruins had been explored before they found this oasis as a camp.
Søren followed his memory and soon saw a patch of green in the distance.
A very small oasis.
It was probably only about a hundred meters wide. There were all kinds of vegetation growing on all sides, as well as some tall trees. In the middle was a deep pool. It was a miracle in the desert that an oasis could be preserved in such a place with such strong sandstorms.
"Great!"
The Oriental Dancer couldn't help but speed up her pace. When she came to the pool, she leaned over and drank a few mouthfuls. Then she held the water and washed her face. As the dust on her face was washed away, a charming face was also revealed. It had obvious oriental characteristics and looked full of exotic charm. After she washed her face, her expression suddenly became a little shy. There was a slight blush on her charming face. She turned to look at Søren next to her. It seemed that she wanted to say something but couldn't.
Søren was also washing his face.
The cold water made him breathe a sigh of relief. He simply wiped his body, and then noticed the Oriental Dancer's gaze.
"What's wrong?" Søren frowned slightly.
The Oriental Dancer's expression was a little shy. She seemed a little embarrassed, but she still whispered, "I want to wash up. Can you … can you wait for me outside first! … "
It turned out that she wanted to take a bath.
Søren stood up helplessly. He glanced at the dusty and embarrassed appearance of the opposite side and said, "Okay. I'll wait for you outside. "
Søren turned and left.
After the Oriental Dancer confirmed that he had gone out, she carefully untied her belt, but she still quietly glanced back and whispered, "I don't know if he will peek! Such a powerful Rogue, if he turns around and sneaks back, I guess I can't find him, right? I don't care so much! I'd better take a bath first! … "
The long skirt on the Oriental Dancer's body was taken off, revealing a pair of slender legs.
She explored the water with her feet, and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her full breasts were like white jade in the moonlight. The Oriental Dancer slowly entered the water with her hands in front of her chest. The water was sparkling, and her white legs and slender waist were faintly visible. She sighed contentedly and then began to wash the dust on her body.
"He is a good man!"
"It's a pity that the person I like is Di. Otherwise, he would be really good!"
The Oriental Dancer's whole body was soaked in the water, and her wet long hair spread out like water plants. She gently wiped her face, and some thoughts ran wild in her mind. Her face was slightly red, and she said, "Is he peeping?"
…
In fact.
She really thought too much.
Søren walked out from the beginning. He was not interested in peeping at others taking a bath.
In terms of beauty, Gloria was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It was estimated that only Vivian might surpass her when she grew up in the future. So with Gloria, Søren was not so thirsty that he would turn around and peep at others taking a bath.
Faint moonlight.
Søren stood on the edge of the oasis and waited quietly. But when he felt that it was almost time to go back, there was a slight noise in front of him.
Someone was approaching!
Søren's figure instantly disappeared into the darkness, and then quietly moved in Stealth.
A person.
A woman.
Before Søren got close to the target, he saw a tall figure with long black hair hanging down naturally. He could recognize that it was a woman at a glance. The other party was wearing tight clothes, revealing the exquisite curves of her body. Her facial features were Oriental, but she was taller than the northern woman. But this was not the key point. The key point was that Søren did not see any weapons on her, only a pair of black gloves.
"Who!?"
A cold voice sounded, and then the woman in front of Søren stopped. Her figure flew up in an instant and directly locked on to Søren's position. Then she turned into a shadow and approached Søren. Her leg was mixed with a whistling wind, and she kicked at Søren with an amazing momentum.
There was no sign of it.
Søren didn't even know how the enemy determined his position. He could only be sure that he was not directly exposed. The other party seemed to be able to find him because of some supernatural ability.
Was I discovered!?
Søren's expression was a little surprised. The rolling sand exposed his position.
Bang!
In the face of the enemy's high-speed kick attack, Søren had no time to dodge or draw his sword. He could only block it with his hands in front of his chest. Accompanied by the dull sound of flesh colliding, Søren took a little half step back. The vigorous figure quickly retreated after colliding with Søren. She floated in the air like a goose feather and landed on the ground. Her eyes instantly became fierce and she said, "Rogue?"
Clap.
The woman in front of him clapped her hands together. As her palms clapped together, a faint magic aura immediately appeared on the gloves, followed by a jumping arc between her palms. This strange arc kept jumping in her palms, but it was not her own ability. It should be the power of the pair of gloves. This was a very special rare weapon.
Lunge, sideways, raised her hand.
The familiar posture made Søren's expression dignified for a moment. He slowly pulled out his Curved Sword Icingdeath and said in a deep voice, "Pugilist?!"
Pugilist.
This was the first time Søren saw a woman advance into a Pugilist. As an advanced extension of the Monk profession, although there was no mandatory advancement requirement for a Pugilist, it was extremely rare for a woman to advance into a Pugilist as a profession. Søren had seen a female Priest advance into a Pugilist's modified version of Divine Fist in the past, but he had never encountered a female profession that accepted the orthodox Pugilist's cultivation.
Moreover.
The opponent's strength seemed to be not below his!
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