"Don't move!"

His neck was held against a dagger, and as a warrior close to the realm of heroes, Patrick's knee-jerk reaction was, of course, to roll and resist.

But the cold voice in his ears made Patrice stifle the subconscious reaction. He knew that the thief who could sneak behind him and make such a drama must be much faster than his nervous reaction speed.

I'm afraid that as soon as he made a move, his neck was already pierced. Thinking of this, Patrick raised his arms very simply and made a gesture of surrender.

He is the leader of the guards of the Desert Merchant Order, not an adventurer or mercenary, and he is not guilty of gambling with his life whether the other party will kill him.

Patrick was subdued in the blink of an eye, and the henchmen around him and the six players of the 'Desert Alliance' were all stunned, and it took a long time to wake up and gather around the vague shadow behind Patrick.

"Say, don't move!"

This time, not only Patrick heard it clearly, but also the people around him, this stalker who easily suppressed the high-level warrior of the model turned out to be a woman.

The melodious voice revealed the coldness of disregard for human life, not to mention a group of aborigines, even the daring players did not dare to move at this time. They seem to understand that if they make a mistake for the other party, Patrick's life will be immediately lost.

Patrick felt the dagger around his neck move towards the back of his heart. The tip of the dagger slipped into the gap in his breastplate, ready to pierce the armor and destroy the heart.

"It's too cautious...... Patrick felt a chill in his throat as he was pushed into the adventurer's camp by the unknown female wanderer.

The scouts in the group noticed the female wanderer's strange route back to the camp, and they almost circled the camp before stepping on the blankets next to the campfire. Reflected by the warm light of the campfire, both the Aboriginal Guardians and the players of the 'Desert Alliance' felt that they had been haunting before. The thrill of wandering through the ghost gate suddenly disappeared.

“…… Master, I caught a bunch of rats. ”

Patrick was held hostage by the female wanderer and stood in front of a tent.

The leader of the guards could not see the figure of the person behind him, but he could roughly guess the beauty of this woman from the astonishing eyes of the surrounding henchmen and holy presences.

But that's not the point, the term "master" in women's mouths. It was Patrick who was terrified.

Having a professional who is close to the hero's retinue is at least standing in the hero realm itself, right? Or is it the realm above the hero?

Patrick suddenly felt that tonight's reconnaissance operation was too reckless.

"Mouse?" A young male voice can be heard from inside the tent.

"Yes. It appears to be a caravan guard, along with six sneaky Holy Arrivals...... This was the second time they had tested the camp. Mahi spoke.

"Just drive them away, and if you catch them, you have to deal with them, it's too troublesome." The man in the tent spoke casually.

"Are you sure? I've now brought them all back to camp. Mahi's lilac eyes showed a hint of helplessness.

"Since you're in charge of everything......"

Patrick and the others just looked happy, but when the person in the tent said this, his voice suddenly changed, "Then let them sit for a while." I'll wait until I've finished reading the scroll in my hand before I come out and work on it. ”

Tone falls. The tent fell silent.

Swish.

Mahi withdrew the silver dagger, inserted it back into the leather sheath that hung from the leather belt around her waist, and said in an indifferent tone, "You all sit down." ”

Patrick gave everyone a warning "Don't move" look, and the captain of the guard didn't dare to be reckless until he figured out the strength of the people in the tent. If they really annoyed the mysterious man in the tent, they might not be the only ones who suffered, and the merchant group would even be involved.

The cautious appearance of the Guardian Commander fell into the eyes of several people in the 'Desert Alliance', and it immediately made these players realize that something was wrong.

Warriors who are about to be half-heroes should be so careful. That only shows that he has met a terrible guy, and he can't only be a man with his tail curled. And this is not speculation. The group of them had been subdued by a female wanderer in front of them, and now recalling the scene not long ago, the 'Desert Alliance' and the others still felt a chill in their hearts.

"Damn, someone on the forum complained a few days ago that they broke into an ordinary forest hut and let the lich reincarnate all their souls. The resurrection cost was so great that it could only be deleted in the end......"

The warrior 'Desert Bullfrog' in the player's squad fidgeted and couldn't help but say, "We can't be in a similar situation this time, right?" ”

No one answered the fighters. Captain 'Desert Silver Fox' frowned in contemplation, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the faintly lit tent, the bonfire illuminating his uncertain face.

"I just said don't just leave the desert......"

A female priest dressed in a splendid priest's robe. As soon as he opened his mouth, he accused the 'Desert Silver Fox' and said: "In the desert, no one dares to go against the 'Desert Alliance', but out of the desert, it is not the guild's sphere of influence. ”

"Shut up!" The male mage said in a low voice, "This is the guild construction task assigned by the president to our fixed team, if you want to build a city on the desert ruins, you must deal with these merchants, otherwise who will transport the building materials for you?" ”

Hearing the words of the president, the female pastor with the ID of 'Desert Qianqian' immediately fell silent.

The 'Desert Alliance' has recently been preparing the materials and funds needed to build the city, and tens of thousands of members of the guild are scattered in all corners of the desert, either digging for gold and mining, or farming monsters to clean up the ruins. Among them, there are also people like the 'Desert Silver Fox' team, who received the guild construction task and left the Great Sand Sea.

Each of them has a lot of dimensional bags owned by the guild on them, and they are ready to travel east with the desert merchant group, going to the towns along the moon sea to buy building materials and bring them back to the desert, while also protecting the merchant group that has a good relationship with the guild.

The city can't be built overnight, and before the guild makes a decision, it has opened a special network voice channel and invited thousands of core elites to discuss, and everyone is ready to struggle for months, or even a year.

However, the 'Desert Silver Fox' could never have imagined that his fixed team had just left the desert and encountered such a major crisis.

The Desert Alliance is on pins and needles, and Patrick and his henchmen are also on their own agenda.

Mahi, a woman-blooded, sat at the door of the tent, her eyes half-open and half-closed, as if she was awake, but as if she was asleep again, breathing as if she were breathing.

As for the noble lady, she had already fallen asleep during the meditation, and now even a few thunderbolts from the wasteland would not wake her up.

The night gradually faded, revealing a touch of fish belly white on the horizon.

A thick morning mist shrouded the river banks, and the campfires were still strong until the morning, as there was plenty of firewood.

"Finally gnawed down the damn magic of [Dimensional Anchor]......"

The sound of a long breath came from the tent, followed by a series of steady footsteps, which woke Patrick and the others, who were drowsy on the blanket. (To be continued......)

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