The snow and moon hang high, and a layer of silver frost embellishes all things in the world.

A thin young man stood in front of the salt well with a frown.

He had no hair, his beautiful blue eyes staring around him. His fair skin made women feel ashamed.

Stepping on the crispy brine crystals of Gaba, the worry between Rick's eyebrows became more and more intense.

The location here is remote, but at least there are insects and grass. But at this time, it seems that they have disappeared, making it scary.

Then a very strange sound came intermittently from the direction of the Sand Pirate's nest.

Rick quickly walked along the sound and soon saw a dizzying scene!

Rick didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, and his facial muscles kept twitching like they were injected with excitoster hormones.

The eyes flashed through the large weeds, one by one, or one by one, and were strangely facing each other.

One side is a short creature with tall calves, a head like garlic, and sharp claws.

Their bodies appear an ugly mud gray color, as if they are covered with a disgusting coat. Their limbs are short and there are two sharp hook claws in the front of their arms.

The bulging belly seems to be filled with food. The most attractive thing is their garlic-like heads.

To be honest, Rick can't tell the location of his facial features at all, or they don't have any facial features at all.

This place is still a creature, and the opposite side is facing these big cloves of garlic, which makes Rick even more shocked.

He was covered with skin that looked like a balloon contracted, soft and soft. The layers of folds made Rick's scalp numb.

He is also not tall, but his facial features can be vaguely seen, buried deep in these layered skin and flesh. The outer layer is a sharp and shining needle, probably the length of his forearm.

If the other party's skin is not so weird, it looks like a drought-tolerant plant, cactus.

The dark green skin is rising and falling, and the soft and pleated skin all over the body makes a "wave" sound with this movement.

Both sides stared at each other, and after a moment, they didn't know what they were touched, but suddenly rushed towards each other.

The garlic cloves have a very fast head, but the soft cactus is not allowed to be kneaded at will.

While the short legs were moving, the soft flesh on the body quickly inflated and expanded.

The sprinting garlic cloves didn't care about their heads, and their sharp claws slashed on the enemy. When attacked, it seemed to stimulate these soft cactus, and swollen their bodies wildly, and sprayed out the needle on the surface of their bodies.

"Swish!" The needle shot randomly, but the garlic cloves ignored this attack at all, and used their sharp claws to kill these cactus-like things.

The cactus has almost no ability to resist, and its only attack method can be used to prick the garlic cloves and cannot kill the heads of those cloves.

During the killing, thick milky white juice splashed and fell on the ground to make a "freshing" sound, which was very corrosive. But the garlic cloves just shook their heads, and the corrosive mucus was thrown away.

Rick was frightened and hid in the grass, not daring to move. Although both sides of the battle were not tall, the lethality of the burst was stronger than that of a border army. Not to mention a group, even a monster like this could cause human casualties.

The killing ended soon. Although the garlic cloves were not afraid of the attack of cactus, they were still killed by the fire.

There are still 40 or 50 left.

Rick was puzzled by the actions of these guys.

They first gathered the dead cactus and similar corpses together, and then surrounded the pile of corpses.

After waiting for a while, the buzzing sounds that shake the soul came from the pile of corpses.

Then the garlic cloves slowly began to move.

Just like peeling garlic cloves, slowly peel off the outer skin of the cloves.

Even when he was far away, Rick could hear the tearing sound of the flesh being peeled off. He shrank his body into the grass again, and Rick continued to wait and see.

Peel off the garlic-like outer skin to reveal the snow-white fat layer below. The fat layer seemed to be wrapped in something, but the distance was too far to see clearly.

The garlic cloves, like a pilgrimage, peeled off the flesh from their faces, exposed the trembling layer of snow-white fat, and walked towards the pile of corpses.

After slowly burying himself in that layer of corpse, the garlic cloves that were peeling off their faces completely quieted down.

After waiting for a while, confirming that these things had fallen asleep, Rick quickly ran to the Sand Pirate's Nest.

Although these garlic cloves look wild, in this ceremony, more than a dozen people who have never peeled off their faces were left behind, guarding their companions who entered the corpse.

Rick didn't know what these things were, but he knew that they were not going to peel off their faces like this for fun.

Before they got close, there were bursts of shouts of killing from the Sand Thieves' nest.

Rick's heart tightened, and he looked along the shaking fire, and was suddenly anxious.

Mavie, the mad dog, was shot down by Rick, and was barely rescued. He only took a short rest and then bitten it again. This time he suppressed all his troops, giving the border troops and sand thieves no room for maneuver.

As the remaining elites also participated in the battle, the already exhausted border troops and sand thieves immediately retreated.

Rick knew that once Mavie, a mad dog, would never have a way out. This was a desert, and there was no place to hide. Even if he ran out now, he would not be able to survive without food or water.

But even if the border troops and sand thieves joined at this time, it seemed that they would not be able to save the defeat.

Rick was trying to communicate with the mysterious voice, but suddenly a burst sounded from behind.

"Bang bang!" It was like a drum, making people feel stuffy in their chests.

Rick's expression was stunned, and then hesitated no longer at all, and quickly ran to the battlefield. At least there were humans there. Even if they died, Rick would die under the human sword.

Going closer to the battlefield, Rick found a corpse, first put on his clothes randomly, then found a long sword, and then touched the border troops.

Before he got close, he was discovered by a sand thief and rushed towards him with a loud shout.

Looking at the sand thief who rushed towards him frantically, Rick's brain shorted: "Are you crazy? The enemy is there!"

Shaji's eyes were red, and he raised his scimitar hard, and ignored Rick's question: "Go to die! White Dog!!"

A white dog suddenly stabbed Rick in the chest like a bolt from the blue. Raised his arm, and Rick immediately smiled bitterly: "Damn it, molt, I'm in trouble now!"
Chapter completed!