One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 109 The Enemy

Since the desert cannot retain heat without vegetation cover, the temperature begins to drop rapidly after nightfall.

After about a few hours, it dropped from more than 40 degrees Celsius during the day to below zero.

Before the water sprinkled on the sand was dry, it was frozen into pieces of solid ice.

fortunately!

The caravan had enough camels to form a ring against the bitter wind.

And leaning on the thick fur of the camel can also keep warm to a certain extent and reduce the loss of body heat.

Covered with a few layers of cheap thick linen or fully patched felt, the exhausted slaves fell asleep quickly after a hard day's work.

Those mercenaries who are responsible for protecting the caravan are very experienced and divide their own people into several groups to patrol and watch the night in turn to ensure that they can respond immediately after encountering any attack.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.

He was lying on the wooden bed set up in the tent at the moment, enjoying the warmth from the charcoal stove that he used to light the fire and cooking, while concentrating on reading the spell book in his hand.

Although it was late, but still not the slightest bit of sleepiness.

On the contrary, Alena, the half-orc Rhett, and the little werewolves got into their sleeping bags and snored lightly after eating and drinking.

"Master, are you still planning to rest?" the soldier asked a little strangely.

He did remember that Zuo Si seldom went to bed late unless he had something to do.

Because as an arcane spellcaster, one must maintain a sufficient sleep of at least eight hours a day, so that the spell slot can be restored normally the next day.

Zuo Si replied with a smile: "I'm waiting for those guests who have been following the caravan since they entered the desert. If there is no accident, they should launch an attack soon."

"Guests?! You mean there are sand bandits nearby?" The soldier's expression immediately became serious.

"That's right! Although I don't know what kind of method they used, maybe it was some kind of prophecy magic, or it might be a spy inserted in, but these people did accurately locate us from a few kilometers away. and tracking. Now I am very curious, who is instructing and controlling this group of desert cavalry who come and go like the wind."

After all, Zuo Si directly summoned Yelinia, the shadow assassin.

As soon as the latter came out of the shadows, he immediately knelt on one knee and reported: "Master, after my investigation, I can basically confirm that there are about seventy of them in number, and they are all wearing simple and strong leather armor. Wearing a black burqa.

Weapons are mainly machetes, spears and crossbows.

It should look like a well-trained warrior, closer to an elite soldier in the army, rather than a general disorderly bandit.

In addition, I also found a guy who seems to be a mage or a warlock.

He holds a bauble that emits a green gleam.

When approaching the direction of the caravan, the light emitted by this thing will become brighter, and if it is farther away, it will become dimmer. "

"Tracking magic? Is it [item positioning] or [ally tracking]..."

Zuo Si rubbed his chin and muttered to himself two second-level "prophecy" spells that he had already mastered.

As the name suggests.

The function of the former is to allow the caster to sense the approximate direction of an item.

As long as the other party knows the general list of items carried by the caravan, or the names of some relatively expensive secondary magic items, they can immediately track the caravan 24 hours a day.

As for the latter, it is even more powerful.

Once the spies are successfully installed, not only can they perceive the approximate location, but they can also know exactly where the caravan is going and the distance between them.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si subconsciously glanced at the half-orc Rhett who was sleeping soundly on the tent floor.

Undoubtedly, if it is [Ally Tracking], the slave warrior who was sent as a gift by the Long Nail Chamber of Commerce must be the most suspicious.

After all, [Detecting Thoughts] is only "listening" to superficial thoughts, and cannot read the secrets hidden deep in the heart.

If Rhett has received special training, or has been hit by a mind control spell like [Suggestion], then it is entirely possible for him to escape the previous thought detection.

"Should we act first?" the soldier asked cautiously in a low voice.

Zuo Si shook his head meaningfully: "No hurry. What we really have to deal with is not only these desert robbers, but also the masters hiding behind them. This may be a long-term game, not just one or two games Small troubles that can be solved by fighting."

"Then do you want to notify the mercenaries on patrol and night watch outside?" the soldier continued to ask.

"No need. If these sand robbers dare to attack tonight, then I guarantee that they will all die before they get close to the caravan and become a member of the shadow army. You are right, Yelinia."

Zuo Si raised his head and looked into the eyes of the Shadow Assassin full of hatred.

"Of course! Master! I will kill them all, leaving no one behind."

Yelinia gave an affirmative answer in an extremely cold tone.

"Very good! It seems that I should be able to sleep well tonight. Remember, don't forget to wake me up before you start."

After saying this, Zuo Si closed the spell book and closed his eyes to rest.

...

At the same time, behind the huge sand dunes a few kilometers away from the caravan camp, a sand bandit gang of more than 70 people is discussing whether to act immediately.

"They only have a dozen mercenaries, and the rest are slaves and civilians who don't even have weapons. I guarantee that all the guys who resist will be killed with a single charge. At that time, whether it's goods, camels, or slaves , everything will become ours." A man with a full beard shouted loudly.

"Idiot! According to the information sent by Calimport, the caravan has a powerful mage. Have you ever thought about how much casualties a fireball exploded among us would cause?" Another person said unceremoniously. questioned.

"Damn it! Then what do you say? Do you just wait like this?" the man with the beard asked angrily.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the leader immediately waved his hands impatiently: "Shut up! The spellcaster should be dealt with by the spellcaster. Camora, are you sure you can handle the mage accompanying the caravan?"

"Of course! That's exactly what I'm here for.

And I think it's best to wait around two to three o'clock in the middle of the night before acting.

That would not only minimize the vigilance of the night watch mercenaries, but also interrupt the rest of the enemy mages. "

A man with a large burn mark on his face gave advice in a slightly gloomy voice.

"Okay! Then I decided to do it.

Now everyone rests where they are, and we attack in five hours.

As long as we do this vote, we can live happily for a long time.

Maybe he can use this income to continue recruiting troops, go to the northern Tethyr Kingdom to seize a piece of land, and transform himself into a noble lord. "

The leader's tone was full of imagination and expectation for a bright future.

He didn't realize at all that when he said these words, there was a man covered in a cloak and hood beside him, and a naked and undisguised mockery flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, in the eyes of those "big shots" in Calimport, the so-called desert bandits are actually a knife used to wipe out the enemy.

If this "knife" has a mind of its own, or intends to get rid of the master's control, then death is not far away.

In Calimport's thousands of years of history, no desert bandit gang has survived to a natural death.

Generally speaking, in a few years at most, these guys will undergo a major change from beginning to end.

This is done to prevent them from mastering too many secrets, and eventually getting out of control becomes a huge threat and hidden danger.

What's more, these guys in front of them are just the "materials" necessary to "open the door".

As the person in charge sent by the "Lord of Talismans" to oversee the entire plan, the man who couldn't see his face raised his lips slightly, showing a cold and cruel smile.

(end of this chapter)