Thales sighed in frustration.
In the next moment, Sand Scorpion realized that the destruction of its nest was not the worst thing that could happen to it.
Above it, Thales' face was ferocious. He raised his staff and pressed it against the scorpion while he struggled with his thoughts.
Finally, Thales swallowed painfully in his dry throat and made up his mind.
He took out his JC knife and cut off the scorpion's stinger. As it struggled madly, he ended its life with a single slash.
"The Desert God is merciful, the Desert God is merciful." He picked up the Sand Scorpion that had died a heroic death and raised it before his eyes with an unpleasant expression.
"Thank you for your sacrifice."
'You saved the Jadestar Royal Family and Constellation's hero,' he added in his heart.
Strangely, Thales felt a lot more relaxed after he said those words.
Perhaps it was because they had not spoken for a long time, but when he looked at the unconsciously twitching scorpion, he actually had a feeling that they were communicating.
When he thought of this, Thales suddenly realized something.
He did not dare to think anymore. He closed his eyes tightly and bit the Sand Scorpion in his mouth with great difficulty and pain.
* Crunch. *
'F * ck!'
The first bite made Thales' face contort in pain.
The magical taste and aroma entered his sensory nerves through the taste buds on his tongue and the friction between his teeth.
* Crunch. *
The second bite.
'Fat, juicy, crisp, chewy, and life-saving.' Thales desperately thought of these words. He forgot about the strange taste in his mouth and bit the two exposed pincers into his mouth.
* Crunch. *
It felt like a fruit shell filled with a foul smell.
As he chewed, pieces of salty and wet juice exploded from the inside.
It filled his mouth and seeped into his throat.
* Splash. *
And … soft meat with the same strange taste.
'Hmm, should I clean its internal organs first?'
Finally, Thales resisted the urge to turn his stomach upside down. He twitched and swallowed the 'thing' in his mouth.
Feeling the vague strange feeling in his abdomen, Thales wiped the sweat off his forehead and let out a sigh.
He raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the merciless and emotionless desert again.
'Hehe.
Now … I'm also a part of the desert food chain. '
Thales thought sorrowfully.
When there was a first, there was a second. Thales searched the sand for stones and chased out a shivering Mr. (or Miss) Spider.
He frowned, but still cruelly cut off its head, put the whole thing into his mouth, and chewed.
"Sizzle …"
Hmm, this texture and taste seem okay?
If its stomach was bitten open …
Pfff!
…
I was wrong.
I shouldn't have thought that.
I was really wrong.
Thales swallowed it with tears in his eyes.
A few hours later, in the slightly cooler evening, Thales set off again.
This time, his footsteps were much lighter.
Until the next resting point.
Thales caught an innocent, big-bellied lizard in a cave that was not well hidden.
This time, he delightfully removed its internal organs. Since it was night time, they had to start a fire, so Thales enjoyed a handful of roasted lizard meat.
After the meal, his hunger slowly subsided.
In fact, Thales was starting to miss the taste of eating it raw.
The moment he ate the scorpion, Thales felt that he was different.
It was as if he was instantly accepted by this place.
What a pity …
Thales touched his stomach and shook his head regretfully.
That rattlesnake a few days ago …
How could I let it run away?
The problem of food was solved. As long as you did not care about enjoyment and taste, human resilience was far beyond your imagination.
With a slightly better mood and the same loneliness, he closed his eyes on the fourth night.
But soon, on the morning of the fifth day, Thales faced a new problem.
He did not have enough water.
Thales was anxious as he shook the leather waterskin that could no longer pour out a drop of water.
What should I do?
Using stones to collect dew at night would not work. At least, it would not last him through the day.
As for the water source … Thales tried to dig into the roots of a plant yesterday, but even if he dug two meters deep, enough to bury himself alive, there was only sand. At most, it was a little cold.
Instead, he sweated a lot.
How ironic.
To be honest, Thales was fully prepared for the possible high temperature after entering the desert. But the truth was that the prince, who was exposed to the sun, was not worried about the heat, nor was he struck down by heatstroke. Instead, he was worried about food and water.
Thales touched his chapped lips and began to frown.
'Water source.
I have to find a new water source … 'With such a heavy heart, Thales continued his journey under the sun.
Soon, the symptoms of dehydration manifested in his body.
Thales' mouth became drier and drier. He felt that every step he took consumed a lot of energy.
He persisted in breathing through his nose. Gleeward had told him before he left that it could help him retain the necessary moisture.
His emotions became calmer and more lifeless.
'So thirsty.'
Thales thought in a daze.
Every cell in his body was protesting against his master's exploitation.
'So thirsty.
'Want …
'To drink water.
'Water.'
But not long after, when the sun rose to a tricky angle again, Thales' hands went limp. He did not manage to hold on and fell to one knee on the ground!
He began to feel dizzy.
The prince's heart immediately rang with alarm.
'Sh * t.
Dehydration?
Or heatstroke? '
Thales shook his head hard to clear his head.
In short, he needed to rest.
He could not wander around under the sun and waste his energy and water.
He raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun with narrowed eyes.
Thales was sleepy and thirsty.
But he knew that he could not just sit down and rest. The sand under the sun was extremely hot. Increasing his contact with the sand would only make him lose water faster.
'I need … to find the next resting spot …'
Thales thought in a daze and took the next step.
One step.
Another step.
Every step he took was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
His throat was burning.
His mouth was rubbing.
His entire body felt weak.
But he could not stop.
He could not stop.
Thales stumbled to the next resting spot. It was a shade under a dry willow tree to avoid the scorching sun.
He rested for a while and recovered his energy in the shade.
Thales even began to seriously consider whether he should live on his own urine.
But at this moment, Thales raised his head.
He was on a high slope, overlooking the plains below him.
He was stunned.
At the end of the horizon, far away in his field of vision, a glimmer of light appeared.
'That's …'
The prince stared into the distance in a daze. As he watched the ripples of light reflected in his field of vision, his heart trembled uncontrollably.
'That's …
'A lake?'
Thales stood up abruptly!
He could not help but use hell's senses to confirm the distance in his field of vision.
'That's right.
'It's the reflection of the lake!
'There's a lake in front!
'There's a water source!'
The prince, who had survived a desperate situation, suppressed the excitement in his heart.
But he did not even wait for the sun to completely set before he set off impatiently.
Based on his experience over the past few days, although it was in his field of vision, it would take him at least an hour to travel such a long distance.
An hour.
'Just an hour.'
Thales took a deep breath and strode forward. He swung his staff and walked towards his hope.
One step, two steps …
Fifty steps, one hundred steps …
One thousand steps, one thousand five hundred steps …
He climbed over a sand dune and another.
A shrub and another shrub!
Very soon, very soon!
Seeing that he was getting closer to his goal, Thales became more and more excited.
'Water, water, water!
'Oh my God, haha.
I'm saved. '
Thales laughed in his heart. His emotions fluctuated.
'There's no disaster for the Desert God.
'There's no disaster for the Desert God!'
He thought, 'That's right. The desert will never send disaster for no reason.
Raphael was right. The weak are afraid of disaster. In the desert, only by abandoning weakness can one … can one …
Can one …
Can one? '
However, Thales gradually became anxious.
He did not know how long he had been walking.
But he knew the number of steps he had taken.
It seemed like … it had been more than an hour, right?
Thales gritted his teeth and licked the blood on his dry lips. He persisted and continued moving forward.
His whole body began to ache and ache.
Even numb.
But he could not stop.
Thales stared at the water source in front of him and moved forward desperately.
'I can't stop.
'Why isn't it there yet?'
Finally, the sun slowly sank and dusk arrived.
His surroundings became shady and cool.
Thales panted hard and supported his body in waves of dizziness.
But his heart was also cold.
There was no other reason.
In his field of vision …
The water source in front of him, the lake in front of him, the hope in front of him …
It disappeared.
Sand.
There was only sand.
Thales trembled and looked at the empty scene on the horizon in front of him.
He trembled and shook his head hard. He felt his vision begin to blur.
The dazed prince instantly reacted.
What he saw during the day, what he longed for, and what he tried his best to reach …
It was not a lake.
It was not a lake.
It was an illusion.
It was also known as a mirage.
The next moment, the prince's vision turned black and he fell into the desert.
He lost consciousness.
He sank into deep darkness.
"Mister Wu, we have finished collecting evidence for this accident … We have studied the surveillance video of that day … and the scene, including possible brake marks and eyewitnesses, all the evidence shows that …
"We are still looking at her medical records, including her mental state. That is why we are here today to make a statement with you. But you better be mentally prepared …
"No, no, no, Mister Wu, please don't be agitated. After all, you are still in bed … Maybe, we are just saying that it is possible. Everything is still under investigation …
He did not know how long had passed.
It felt like a lifetime.
Or … an instant?
"Maybe, I mean maybe, Mister Wu, your girlfriend took you for a ride that day, maybe to … to …
"Suicide."
In the next second, Thales trembled violently!
"Ah!"
He hurriedly took a breath and shouted, waking up from the boundless darkness!
His heart palpitated.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
"Take it easy, kid. You are seriously dehydrated." A fussy male voice reached his ears. "Kahn, Kahn, come quickly!"
"He's awake!"
Thales opened his eyes while trembling. What he saw was a glaring bonfire.
There was also a bustling crowd around him.
'Is it … night time?'
Thales thought in a daze while he was extremely weak.
As he woke up, the bustling sounds around him grew louder. Teasing, noise, and conversation.
It was so noisy that his head hurt.
A long and narrow face squeezed into his field of vision.
It was a red-haired man in leather armor with freckles all over his face. He looked to be in his twenties, and he was a little dirty. His eyes darted around, and he looked rather comical. "Oh my God! I knew that you would come back to life … "
The red-haired man was in high spirits. He rubbed Thales' face hard, causing the latter to feel dizzy again. "Kahn, we can talk to him about the reward for saving him …"
"Move aside, Quick Rope, stop shaking him!" An old man's voice came from afar. There was a lot of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"You're not helping."
The owner of the voice seemed to be quite dignified. As he spoke, the noise around him slowly died down.
The man named Quick Rope also stopped shaking him.
The old voice came again. "Here, drink."
Thales felt his head being lifted up, and something hard was shoved into his mouth.
The moisture in his mouth made him slightly confused.
'Wait.
'Water.'
Thales thought of something.
'It's water!'
He struggled subconsciously, snatched the water bag with both hands, and sucked the liquid inside with all his might.
'Gulp, gulp, gulp …'
Thales held the water bag in his hand tightly like a madman.
'Oh my God.
Water, water! '
He had never felt as if water was a gift from God as he did at that moment.
"Slowly, sip by sip." The dignified and old voice was very gentle. He supported Thales' back while holding the water bag gently, controlling the speed at which Thales drank.
"You have just recovered. You cannot drink too quickly."
Finally, a few minutes later, Thales let go of the water bag and leaned back, exhausted.
He saw the owner of the old voice clearly. It was a bald man with a rough face. He was in his thirties, had a fine stubble, and was dressed in leather armor, just like Quick Rope. His eyes were deep, and he was staring at Thales with a thoughtful expression.
"Thank, thank you," Thales said weakly and laboriously.
Under the night sky, the bald man named Kahn smiled under the light of the fire. "Very good, you look much better."
At that moment …
"Hey, Big Kahn!" A sharp voice tore through the air, like a germaphobe who saw a cockroach.
There was a commotion in the area again.
The third voice sounded rather slippery and old. It came from afar, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. "I heard that you were a busybody again and picked up a piece of trash on the road. I'm protesting against you. Although I respect you, you have to understand the risks of this journey, and prioritize our safety …"
Thales frowned slightly. He saw the red-haired man named Quick Rope, who was the first to enter Thales' field of vision, sigh.
He said to the bald Kahn with a bitter expression, "Oh my God, it's that profiteer Seth. He's here again."
The bald Kahn raised his head and frowned slightly.
"I'll go negotiate with him."
"And you, keep an eye on him, Quick Rope," Kahn said faintly. His old voice gave people an inexplicable sense of security. "Wait for Louisa and Old Hammer to come back and take over."
Kahn stood up. Thales only then noticed that the man in his prime was burly, and the diagonal belt on his body was full of tools ranging from knives to ropes.
Leaving the range of the firelight, he moved towards the acerbic voice.
Thales struggled to get up and leaned against the luggage on his back.
He looked around and was surprised to find that the fire in front of them was not the only one. There were a few other bonfires around them, and there were many people surrounding each bonfire. They were dressed differently. Some of them had their faces covered with scarves, some were protected by leather armor, some were covered in trinkets, and some were sitting in a pile of miscellaneous items, gesticulating as they talked.
Many people looked at him curiously.
Further away, more than twenty camels knelt on the ground and rested, chewing happily.
Thales stared at the strange camp in a daze.
'This …'
He raised his head and looked at the red-haired, freckled young man named Quick Rope. The man was also staring at him with interest.
"Where am I?" Thales asked with difficulty. He felt that his tongue was heavy.
Quick Rope was slightly stunned.
"Where are you?"
He scratched his freckled nose, then his eyes darted around. He grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and rubbed it away from his hand. "Of course you're in the Great Desert!
"Did you sleep too much?"
Thales thought of something when he saw the sand in Quick Rope's hand.
'I'm still in the desert.
'But …'
Thales stared at Quick Rope and mumbled, "So, who are you?
Who are you? "
When he heard this question, Quick Rope's eyes lit up. The expression on his face changed rapidly, and he instantly changed a few times.
"Who are we?"
He seemed to be hesitating.
Thales looked at him suspiciously and urged him to speak with his eyes.
After a while, Quick Rope finally made up his mind. He put away his hesitation and answered happily and decisively, "We …"
The young Quick Rope was beaming with joy. He said something that stunned Thales.
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