The heavy rain temporarily blocked everyone's sight. Others did not have as good eyesight and insight as the storm chasers. They could only vaguely see the twisted lines in their hands holding twisted drawings of various shapes.

All kinds of lines rushed towards me. They were so far away just now that they almost became the shadows of the skyline.

It seems that this is not the first time they have set up an ambush like this. It can be seen from the patience they showed during the ambush. The storm chaser originally thought that this group of muralists were the same group as the ones they had driven back just now, but they could

Now I have completely given up on such an idea, just because it turns out that that group of people didn't seem to have such a high IQ. They just ran away without any thought of counterattack, let alone arranging an ambush here.

This group of people has obviously received professional training. When you get close, you can hear them shouting loudly: "Come on, grab all their supplies!"

Just now these sounds were drowned out by the heavy rain. Now hearing their call signs confirmed their identities. These people are a group of bandits entrenched in the desert. They specialize in robbing travelers or merchants. They

He must have seen that there were a large number of people in his group and the level of equipment was uneven (if levels and equipment attributes can also be seen in the mural world), so he regarded them as resting merchants.

Taking advantage of the rain, this group of people were full of momentum and rushed over waving weapons. If they were really merchants, facing their momentum, they would be timid at first. When the time came, they would just struggle to save face.

We can only let them snatch the goods away.

But what they met this time was not the caravans that were as docile as sheep in the past, but the storm chasers who finally got a rest due to the sultry weather and this irritating and annoying environment, but were destroyed and disturbed by this group of short-sighted people.

A group of people, each of these people now has a backlog of resentment in their hearts but can't find anyone to release it. Fortunately, the appearance of this group of desert bandits just fulfilled them. They are all gearing up and fully prepared for the battle.

There are more than fifty people in this group of desert bandits, and it can be seen from a fight that their abilities are ordinary. The leader wears a big red turban and holds a weapon that looks like a spear in his hand.

Putting both hands on the tail of the gun directly caused the attack distance of this gun to be ridiculously long, two to three times that of the previous spears. But it was precisely because he put the strength of both hands on the tail of the gun that this

This results in a complete imbalance of power, making it very difficult to operate and unable to stab anyone at all. Even if it does, it will only be a scratch and only a minor injury.

Although the group of boys under him have received formal training, they are only a little better than ordinary people. If it is an ordinary caravan, it will definitely be difficult to resist, but facing these people who are struggling in the game,

A little too childish.

Seeing that the group of brothers following him were obviously no match for each other, the red turban knew that these people in front of him were anything but ordinary, and they were definitely not opponents that he could easily defeat. This time's idea was too tricky.

"The idea is pricking your hands, pull it." The red scarf used two tricks to force the people around him to retreat. He turned around and was about to run away, but he was still a step too slow. At this time, whoever I was going to kill suddenly flashed over and picked up his bow.

Nocking an arrow, the bow and arrow penetrated his clothes and pinned him there directly. The arrow shot into the sand and penetrated very deep. No matter how hard the red hooded man struggled, he couldn't get out. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out. In the end, he

He just sighed and completely gave up on this meaningless move.

When those minions who were still fighting saw their boss being captured, they immediately became excited, swung their weapons faster, and roared louder. It seemed that they wanted to use their voices to increase their power.

Of course, this has no effect. Apart from their momentum, they have not changed much and are still the same garbage.

"You are no match for them. Heed my words and retreat quickly." Seeing his brothers risking their lives to save him, the red turban lying on the ground became angry and shouted loudly. He knew that his brothers were definitely not

Although the opponents of this group of people are now captured, as long as they retreat safely, they still retain their vitality and live up to the oath they once made in front of them.

"Brother, don't say such depressing words. We will follow you to the death. Don't worry, we will save you even if it costs our lives." Although these minions are not outstanding in ability, they are very loyal.

This loyalty also moved the Storm Chaser and his group. The Storm Chaser put down his staff and shouted: "Everyone, stop it." Then he signaled who should kill me and let go of the red turban trapped on the ground.

The red turban was released, and his younger brothers immediately surrounded him, chattering, and from time to time they turned their heads to look at the group of Storm Chasers standing not far away, as if they were discussing something.

"What are they discussing?" Who's going to kill me? I pointed to the bandits gathered there, feeling a little uneasy. Although the brotherhood between them was indeed admirable, he couldn't completely trust the judgment of the storm chaser.

He held the dagger tightly and remained prepared.

"Brother, what's your plan?" Who am I going to kill? He leaned over and asked the storm chaser in a low voice. At this sentence, everyone turned their heads and looked at the storm chaser. It seems that in their eyes, the storm chaser is this person.

The decision is also a bit strange.

"Let's see what they do. I think we are unfamiliar with this world of murals. It would be difficult for us to find the half crystal by ourselves. And these desert bandits don't look like they are heinous.

Disciple, if they are willing to help us, things may be easier to handle." The storm chaser pointed at the group of people: "Even if they don't want to help us, they are not our opponents. When the time comes, they will still suffer a loss in the battle, no matter what.

No matter how you say it, we only have advantages and no disadvantages."

Everyone nodded after listening to his words. Indeed, in terms of fighting, these desert bandits were no match for their group. Even if they fought again, the result would still be the same. To put it bluntly, they were always in their hands. They wanted to

You have to help even if you don’t want to help.

At this time, the discussion on the bandit's side was over. The red scarf came over and bowed and said: "I have offended you so much just now. I thank you all for not killing me. I, the Desert Wolf, have recorded your kindness. If you all

If there is any need for me in the future, just tell me. I, the lone wolf of the desert, will not hesitate to be shattered to pieces. When the time comes, please be kind and I will take my brothers to escort you...

"

Wind Chaser interrupted the Desert Wolf and said, "Okay, okay, you don't need to swear, we have something to ask you to help with now."

"What's the matter, my benefactors?" Desert Wolf's tone was obviously an octave higher. It seemed that he was very happy and excited that he could repay his kindness immediately.

"I wonder if there is a crystal here." Storm Chaser asked,
Chapter completed!