Lu Yang had also joined a caravan himself. It was a joint caravan, with nearly ten thousand players traveling together. Though they were on horseback, they were not moving very fast.
Once caravans appeared in the game, bandits were bound to emerge as a profession. This was especially true in the central region, across the vast plains, where there was nowhere to hide or flee. Once bandits set their sights on someone, the only outcome was a fight to the death. There was no possibility of escape or concealment.
This time, the leader was a Chinese man named Tang Ziyuan. His entire family had been doing business in Sudan for forty years. He was the third generation of the family and had just turned seventeen.
Somehow, Little Phoenix and Mike had started chatting with Tang Ziyuan, so he, Neff, and the others stayed beside Tang Ziyuan's group. Along the way, they listened to Tang Ziyuan explain quite a bit about his family and Sudan.
It was clear that the kid was not a bad person, but a rather decent young man. They were all close in age and chatted happily.
"Young Master, the border is ahead. Our men reported that they found several dozen bandits," a middle-aged man said to Tang Ziyuan.
Tang Ziyuan frowned and shouted in the team channel, "Everyone, don't fall behind. Several dozen bandits have been spotted at the border. Maintain your formation."
More than ten thousand people immediately went on guard. Lu Yang was also curious about what bandits in the desert looked like. This was a scene he had only seen on television before; he had not expected to encounter it in reality as well.
"Brothers, don't stray too far from our group. Why not stay closer to my team? I'll protect you," Tang