A new day had dawned. Along the desert border, a jackalman squad led by Bloodfang was carrying out its routine patrol.
At noon, the desert was like a gigantic furnace, roasting everything beneath the heavens.
Under normal circumstances, jackalmen chose to operate at dawn and dusk. But even the desert climate at midday was something they could endure. Their adaptability was exceptionally strong.
Their fur among the yellow sands was practically a special camouflage, allowing them to blend into their surroundings. Once they lay down, they were almost impossible to notice with the naked eye.
The task itself was undoubtedly grueling, but compared with the days when they had barely enough to eat and faced the threat of death at any moment, what was this hardship worth mentioning?
At the very least, they had enough to eat now and could sleep soundly.
As the jackalman sentries carried out their routine patrol, time slipped quietly by.
After glancing up to confirm the sun's position, Bloodfang estimated that it was almost time for the shift change.
Just then, a red dot in the distant sky caught Bloodfang's attention.
Realizing that something was wrong, Bloodfang immediately shouted.
"Everyone, get down!"
The jackalmen dropped into the scorching yellow sand, and their concealment instantly rose by leaps and bounds.
Without changing his prone position, Bloodfang deftly pulled out the telescope he carried and looked toward the red dot in the sky.
At that moment, a huge red airship suddenly entered Bloodfang's field of vision.
This was clearly something the undead sentries could never detect. After all, the undead usually remained on standby beneath the yellow sands, making it difficult for them to notice an invasion from high above in time.
As he watched the red airship, Bloodfang's expression grew dazed.
*Had this thing also appeared