Sand Mountain was eventually left behind by Gordon.

He let go of Sinbad and looked back silently, the shadow of the mountain in the night towering, like a fierce beast lying down again, falling into a deep sleep.

But the howling of the wind and sand and the screeching of the head lingered in my ears for a long time.

"Atay ......" Tracy fell down crying, her legs went limp, her source power was exhausted, and she couldn't run anymore.

The freckles were soaked, and the sweat stuck to the skin was not clear whether it was burning or cold. He staggered towards Gordon with the short knife in his hand, his fingers twitching nervously from the frequent swing of the knife.

Gordon remained motionless, as a stone statue, the cold light of the short knife reflected on his shadow-covered side face, which was extraordinarily pale.

Freckles walked up to Gordon, stared at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Will Artai survive?" ”

Gordon was silent for a moment, then replied, "Maybe, maybe not." But at least we survived. ”

"What if we survive?" Freckles waved his knife excitedly and roared, "Do you think that people who don't sacrifice don't suffer?"

"Someone who suffers sacrifice must suffer someone else." Gordon didn't seem to see the sword light waving in front of him, "Everyone has to bear it." ”

They stared at each other for a moment, and the dagger slipped from the freckle's palm, and he stayed for a moment, and whispered, "That's all there is to it, isn't it?" It can only be left to Artei to do it. ”

"It's the most sensible choice." Gordon said, and Tricy couldn't help but sob.

"Okay. I, I'm ......" Freckles stopped talking, he picked up the dagger and turned his back to Gordon, wiping the dust off it. "I should ...... Trust you. Target...... Sorry. He said quickly and slurredly.

"Take a break, it's time for us to go." Gordon turned and looked at the endless mountains of sand in the darkness, "We must catch up with the horse thieves as soon as possible and take water and food from them. At this point, there's no turning back. ”

"There's no going back."

Hearing this sentence repeatedly, Saffron suddenly wanted to cry.

The black baboon fell backwards with its entire upper body, struggling to swallow the last tube of alchemy antidote. Thanks to the saffron support, he did not fall off the saddle.

"Little ghost, I'm much better." He grabbed the reins and gasped for breath. The arrow wound in the rib not only did not heal, but festered and oozes black and yellow pus. Sometimes he opened his pupils wide and repeated the words he had said so many times to the crocus, and the black blood in his pupils grew.

This is a sign that the poisoning is deepening. Saffron knew that Gordon's crossbow arrows fed poison, and that it was a mixture of poisonous weeds. The toxicity is not violent, but it is extremely difficult to deal with, and ordinary antidotes cannot be removed.

I have the antidote. Saffron's hand is trembling, and she only needs to reach into her arms to relieve her suffering. But there is not only an antidote in his arms, but also a sharp flute blade.

Which one should I take? His bewildered gaze crossed the black baboon's broad shoulders and drifted around. The remnant sun is like blood, the wind and sand are sad, and the stumps are broken everywhere. A gust of wind swept straight up from the horse, shaking out the sleeves of his shirt, and the two captains of the Black Hawk tribe flew upside down, blood spurting wildly, and breaking bones and muscles.

A dozen or so horse thieves erupted in cheers and swooped down on the last Black Hawk warrior, a dense stream of sword light splashing blood raindown.

"I can't help myself" A gust of wind waved his sleeves, looking indifferent. At this point, the entire army of 100 Black Hawk Iron Cavalry was wiped out, and most of them died in the attack of monsters in the sand mountain. The horse thieves also lost more than twenty people, and although a gust of wind was familiar with the sand mountain, some monsters were really difficult to avoid.

"Finally got rid of those pesky tails." A pock-faced horse thief smirked and swung his knife as he continued to ravage the corpse of the Black Eagle warrior.

"Black Hawk was raised by these bitches, and they were miserable this time"

"Yu Guang Their Women"

"Peel all the cubs of the Black Hawk and light the sky lantern"

The horse thieves were gossiping, and their hideous faces seemed to be oozing blood from the sunset.

They deserve to die, Saffron thought.

"Trust Allah, sooner or later the Black Eagles will pay for their sins." A gust of wind waved his hand, and Sen Ran said, "In addition to the Black Hawk people, there are also several professional assassins who are eyeing us. The second child had already died at their hands, and the third child was also seriously injured. According to the rules of the Assassins, they will not stop until they kill us all. I'm sure the Assassins are still following us. ”

"Avenge the second leader" and "Kill all these sewer rats," the horse thieves shouted with their knives.

"Those assassins are proficient in martial arts, and they are all cultivators with source power, so they are not so easy to deal with." A hint of murder flashed in the eyes of a gust of wind, "However, we don't need to do anything to deal with them. Even if they are lucky enough to cross the sand mountains in this area, they will not escape death."

Hearing this, Saffron's heart couldn't help but speed up. The black baboon turned his head and patted the boy: "Don't be afraid, little ghost." With me, those assassins can't hurt you. "After taking the antidote, his spirit seems to be a little better.

"We're going to a ghost town." A gust of wind slashed through the ground, "Lead our enemies to a dead end." ”

"Ghost town?" "We're going to a ghost town? Isn't this sending to death? "If you are eaten by the devil, you will not see Allah after death" The horse thieves were so shocked that they could hardly believe their ears.

The pock-faced horse thief hurriedly said: "Boss, Yu lost the black eagle, aren't we going back to the old nest to avoid the limelight?" "Everyone thought that a gust of wind had led them around here to trap and kill the Black Hawk warriors, and then they would return to their stronghold.

"Sheltered from the limelight? Did you avoid it? A gust of wind slowly shook his head, "Black Eagle dares to attack the Sand Fox Tribe, just to make us carry the black cauldron." I believe that now, we have been accused of killing nobles, facing the purge of the entire country of sand, and even on the wanted list of the Great Council. It won't be long before the armies of the caliphate, the warriors of the Black Eagle tribes, the scavengers of the Great Council, and the bounty hunters everywhere will be swarming like ants smelling of honey. No matter how big the ghost desert is, it will be searched to the bottom, and there will be no place for you anymore. ”

The horse thieves were even more frightened, and the pock-faced horse thieves shouted eagerly: "We can escape to the fierce realm outside the colonial domain, to the exile capital, to the magic cage.

Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of wind rolled up the sleeves of his robe like a hammer on top of his head. "Bang" The brains of the pock-faced horse thief burst out, and his head was stiffly beaten and retracted into the neck cavity

"The Storm Horse Thieves don't need cowards, and Allah doesn't need cowards to serve." A gust of cold gaze swept by, and the horse thieves lowered their heads one after another, silent.

A wry smile appeared on the black baboon's face: "The boss and I have been to the ghost town, and there ...... At least there's a chance to fight your way around. And the Fierce Domain, the Demon Cage, and the City of Exile...... It will swallow us to the point that there are no bones left. ”

"Only the warriors of Allah are qualified to challenge the devil. Go to the ghost town, it is the glory that Allah has given us" A gust of wind turned on the horse and said with a loud voice, "Set off to the place where Allah has called us"

"Where are these filthy bed bugs going?" On the sand hill hundreds of miles away, the leopard was ragged and running for its life, with nothing behind it, only two rows of huge and friendless paw prints on the sand.