Scales of Eternal Order

This is a night for running.

The hot and sticky linen robe wears through the last thin line of defense between reason and morality and Heart Demon. Fear and heat exerted too much pressure on the hinge of the devil, and Santos finally made up his mind to give up the caravan he had accumulated for half his life and the reputation he had run in his life-he chose to leave Sandrhino Caravan’s others and escape alone.

The trick of magic finally worked. The spell item purchased from the wizards at Nome City at a high price worked as an application: Boots of Tranquility, allowing him to quietly pretend to go to the toilet. Slip away without leaving any footprints on the sand; hide the belt so that he can cover his fat body when slipping away; a bottle of alchemy potion that can eliminate his own odor can ensure that the head has a tabby cat body The ominous beast, which acts as a disguise, will not track it up with its own smell.

The savvy Santos knows that this journey of escorting Skoma raw materials is a trap, and his Sandrhino Caravan is the most important part of the trap-bait. It’s just that the person behind this trap needs Sandrhino Caravan, not his Sandrhino Caravan boss.

If you sneak away alone, you may be chased by those people, but they may also temporarily let them go in order to continue to maintain this trap. The probability of this depends on the proportion of the bait you occupy and the time the trap is activated.

But Santos guessed that as long as he was prepared, the chance of escaping alone should be more than 50%. If he chooses to stay in the caravan, there is really only a dead end.

In fact, his guess was completely correct. After discovering that he had escaped but searched for nothing, the angry Rakshasa turned into a tiger head human body and killed several sand lizardmen warriors. Vent your anger-the original caravan guards and riders are part of the trap, and there is no room for loss. After a moment of depression, Rakshasa personally changed into Santos and continued to lead Sandrhino Caravan forward.

Relying on the stars in the sky to distinguish the direction is an introductory skill for desert merchants, and Santos is naturally proficient in this. According to his estimation, I am currently located at a distance of several hundred li from Nome City and much closer to the oasis of Sashan Spirit King. As a big businessman on the rich side, he naturally understands the principle of “a sly individual has more than one plan to fall back on”. As early as many years ago, he had his secret design in the Great Bazaar of the Sashan Spirit King Tribe. The stall under. At this time, as long as he rushed there to take out money and supplies, and then fled to other cities a little further away in the Medici Empire, he might not have the chance to make a comeback in the future.

While running, the breeze in the desert gradually rises. This is a call to rain.

“With this rain, the smell behind him should be much lighter. It must be more difficult for the thief cat to catch up.” Santos restless’ mood was suddenly told to the rain The wind stirred and then eased a lot. With the airflow caused by the running, the linen robe that was wrapped around the body and soaked in sweat is gradually dried, at least it no longer fits the surface of his body, which also makes him feel a lot more comfortable.

Just as the fat businessman’s mood began to adjust itself in a positive direction, several black spots galloping from a distance disrupted the process. Santos recognized that it was the moa rider of the Sashan tribe, so he slowed down and stopped all spell item effects on him. He can see the people who come, so those desert elves can see themselves clearly in advance if they don’t work as guards, so he not at all hides the gem rings he wears on his hands, but takes them off and holds them in his palms. I hope these things are useful, the fat businessman secretly prayed.

“Who are you?” The moa riders who came suddenly stopped in front of Santos and surrounded him in the middle. Their lances were raised flat, less than a foot away from Santos’ linen robe.

The nervous refugee swallowed his saliva, and then replied in the language of the desert elf: “I am a businessman. My caravan encountered a sand bandit, and only I escaped by myself. I I have been to the emerald land in this desert, now I am here to seek refuge.”

Santos took out the gem ring in his hand and the money bag in his arms, and he took the former It lays flat on the palm of the hand and lifted it above the head, and the latter just opened the seal-this is a valuable experience for the businessman, seeking asylum only needs to hand in valuable items in exchange. The Silver Kate in the purse can prove that he has the ability to consume in the bazaar of the Sashan Palace, which can avoid being captured by the Desert Spirit Spirit Vision as a useless person and being taken as a slave.

The reason why experience is valuable is that it can be useful at critical times. Santos’s experience in dealing with desert elves makes him turn peril into safety. After accepting the gem ring as a “sanctuary fee”, several moa riders continued to execute their patrol route while “escorting” him to the Sashan Palace Oasis.

“It seems that the recent war with the Salem tribe has greatly increased the vigilance of the Sashan elves.” During the ten several li walks, Santos saw dozens of sentries similar to the moa riders around him. squad. Most of them just waved far away when passing by, and then continued their patrols, appearing in a hurry.

When they walked to the place where they could overlook the bonfire in the Sashan Palace Oasis, a sand dune suddenly appeared in the field of vision attracted Santos’ attention. He had visited this land controlled by the tribesmen many times. Although he did not know everything in his palms, he knew the sights nearby. For those who seek to live in the desert, the dunes that are severely the same in the cities are actually different. Moreover, near the oasis, because the soil is mostly gravel, new sand dunes rarely appear in a short time. Especially the dense desert elf guards around this dune made Santos more curious.

The captain of the Outpost Sashan, whose name is “escort”, actually “supervises” his progress, keenly felt his strange gaze, and the alert desert elf stopped the pace of the mount and pointed lance again This fat businessman who claimed to have come to seek “asylum”. “I’m just,” Santo hurriedly defended himself. However, the Sashan elves, who had suffered a surprise attack that night and whose nerves were tense for the past two days, seemed to have completely lost patience. The moa rider gave up his previous plan and prepared lance to draw a stop sign for this “escort” operation.

Just waiting for Lance to accumulate the target in front of him, the mutation protrudes——

Under the sand, a huge predator suddenly rushed, and it took the moa rider with a fatal leap Fell to the ground. He didn’t even need to bite, just a light stabbing with a terrifying claw to smash the rider and his mount to the ground. The lance handed over by the other moa riders in shock did not hurt the monster at all. The tip of the spear either slashed on its hard carapace, or it broke into two directly. And this ominous beast just wandered back and forth for a few rounds, killing the remaining desert elves under the claws.

After doing this, it smiled at Santos, who fell down and shivered. Although the fat businessman should not be able to read the expression of this monster, he just knew it was a smile.