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Six months later, Capricorn Domain.

Under the blazing incandescent sun, a long series of shadows were reflected in the ochre-red Gobi Desert, accompanied by the sound of camel bells from far and near.

This is a large slave transport team in the dust. The leader was a dwarf man wrapped in a black cloak, hunched on the back of a horned lizard, his hood hanging down to cover his head and face, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes.

Hundreds of men with swords rode camels and whipped and scattered on both sides of the procession, escorting a large group of child slaves in rags.

The number of child slaves was in the thousands, the oldest being no more than 16 years old, and the youngest being only 10 years old. They were covered in bruises, their feet staggered, their dirt-covered skin emitted a sour smell, and their eyes stared at each other in a daze, unable to find any focus.

"Plop", a girl fell down from exhaustion, she tried to get up, but her legs were weak and shaking, and she could only cast pleading eyes around.

"Let Lao Tzu help you!" A big man smiled and pulled out his scimitar, and the girl was halved, and blood splattered like a fountain.

"Weak piglets only deserve to die!" The big man shook off the blood on the scimitar, and his eyes swept around fiercely. Slaves are called pigs, and piglets are child slaves.

The other children passed by the corpse without looking back, no longer weeping for their dead companions as before. After a long journey, companions continue to die, and the survivors become more and more apathetic.

Among them, Gordon looked no different.

His expression was even more dull than that of others.

But he was the first to notice a movement in the distant air. Against the rays of the day, Gordon lifted his eyelids, and a huge shadow flew from the sky, its huge black wings outstretched to obscure the scorching sun.

That's a full-grown vulture! Resembling a wolf, with a head like an eagle, and vertical pupils flashing with blue flames, it swooped down on the camel team like a ghost.

The child slave screamed and dodged, and Gordon seemed stunned and froze. In fact, he knew in his heart that the wolf vulture, also known as a ghoul, belonged to scavengers, and had no interest in living people.

The vulture swept over everyone's heads and landed on the girl's corpse, its claws like a shiny and delicate dinner knife, slicing through the flesh and hooking out the entrails, revealing a cruel elegance.

Gordon reads in "Hunter's Notes" that the wolf vultures are derived from the bloodline of prehistoric wolves, and have strange spiritual powers, which can glimpse some unclean "anti-life".

Only in the ghost Gobi of the Capricorn Domain, can you see wolf vultures.

The Ghost Gobi is the largest Gobi Desert in the Thirty-Six Domains. It is bordered by the charred bay of the Aquarius Domain to the east and the rocky plateau of the Sagittarius Domain to the west, almost crossing the entire Capricorn Domain.

According to the information of the Cobra family, every three years, the Blood Prison Society secretly buys a large number of piglets from the slave markets in various regions, transports them into the ghost Gobi, and then disappears.

Gordon's current identity is the illegitimate son of a nobleman who has been sold into slavery.

The caravan kept moving into the depths of the Gobi.

The road is deserted, and the sand and gravel make a sound of "rustling" under the sun. Scattered artemisia, Suaeda and shallots dot the undulating sand dunes, making them desolate and empty. From time to time, you can see the cramped and sinister wind ridge rock, like a ghost pounce, demons dancing wildly, casting a strange shadow on everyone.

Walking in the shadows, Gordon felt a chill in his heart inexplicably, as if the camel caravan slowly crossed a strict boundary and stepped into the forbidden area.

It is reported that in the depths of the ghost Gobi, it is the hunting ground of the demons, the fierce beasts and monsters emerge in endlessly, and countless bones are buried deep underground, like a fierce cemetery, and even the "anti-life" of the "inner world" will appear.

Except for horse thieves, wanted criminals, and adventurous hunters, no one has set foot in it. The business traveler would rather spend a few more months than bypass the Gobi Desert.

The caravan stopped in front of a pile of bushes.

The sand pile was as high as a mountain, and at the top was a clump of red willows with strange postures, and the huge intertwined root system was like a vicious claw, grabbing the sand.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Gordon heard the laughter of the red willow "Jiji". He listened carefully, and there was only the monotonous sound of wind and sand.

"All piglets, eat where they are!" The leading dwarf man ordered, his voice hoarse as a crow, and he was called Lord Blood Raven by the big men.

The big men untied the leather bags on the camel's saddle one after another, and took out sheets of dry and hard wheat cakes. The child slave's blank pupils contracted suddenly, his legs tensed, his body bowed and his fists clenched, and he stared at the food.

They can only eat one meal a day, and they have to grab every meal, and those who can't get it can only starve.

"If you want to eat, you have to change from a piglet to a wolf!" The big men laughed wildly and threw out wheat cakes, scattering them everywhere.

The child slaves rushed up and fought frantically, like a group of red-eyed wolf cubs.

A girl just caught the wheat cake, and was torn off half of it by others, and before she could stuff the remaining half of the cake into her mouth, she was punched in the back of the head and fainted to the ground, and half of the cake was grabbed by more than ten hands at the same time.

Child slaves were constantly injured and fell, hundreds of feet were stepping on them, their intestines were rotting, and blood-stained wheat cakes were tossed and turned in the raging waves.

Gordon didn't participate in the snatching, but took a few steps back. Grab the front to get the big head, but it's easy to die. Like him, many child slaves were scattered around, staring nervously at the wheat cakes.

"Pop" a wheat cake was slapped away and thrown outward. Some of the long-awaited child slaves pounced, and one of them, the golden boy, jumped the highest, stretched out his arms, and grabbed the wheat cake.

Gordon suddenly appeared behind the golden boy and stretched out his leg to hook up, the golden boy tripped and fell, and the wheat cake fell off his hand and fell to the ground. A large crowd of people swarmed up, and Gordon rushed to the ground first, pressed the wheat cake, wrapped his arms around him, lowered his head and tore the wheat cake with his mouth, and swallowed violently with the gravel.

Dozens of hands pulled and dragged him, and he was trampled on his back a few times, and his spine hurt as if it was about to be broken. Gordon swallowed the wheat cake in a few bites, rolled over abruptly, grabbed the foot that trampled him, and twisted it hard. The boy plopped and fell, and Gordon pounced, and the first punch hit the opponent's right eye, and the slime mixed with blood splashed out. The second punch hit the left eye, and the eyeball burst into the socket.

"No, I'm blind! I can't see! The boy screamed and covered his eyes, rolling on the ground in pain.

The child slaves scattered in a hurry, and Gordon spat out the sand from his mouth, got up, and swept his eyes around. There were a few more blood marks on his body, and his back was hot, but the pain made him energetic. It was as if a beast had smelled blood, and its hidden claws stretched out from its flesh pad, unleashing its thirst for hunting.

He aimed at his prey.

It was a young man as strong as a black tower, with a face full of flesh and a hand grasping wheat cakes. He crippled several child slaves one after another, and the others did not dare to grab the wheat cakes anymore and hid far away.

Gordon walked towards the Black Tower Boy. He is not afraid of such an opponent. He secretly observed the black tower boy for several days, found out the bottom of the other party, and now it was his turn to hunt and attack.

"Boy, do you want to die?" The boy tucked the wheat cake into his trouser belt and shook his fist violently.

Gordon didn't talk nonsense and approached. The black tower boy couldn't hold back, and rushed out first, shouting and clenching his fists.

Gordon swept his right leg and lifted up a large pony of sand. The black tower boy's eyes were fascinated, and he was so anxious that he waved his fists wildly.

Gordon bent over, swooped, and slammed his head into the jaw of the Blacktower boy. The Blacktower boy staggered back, and Gordon stuck to it, grabbed the other man's head, pulled it down, and jerked his knees. "Bang!" The hard knee hit the face hard.

This is a trick of street fighting, not into the stream, but ruthless enough, the emphasis is on abandoning entanglement, hitting the key point, and instantly stunned the opponent. Gordon trained hard with that ruffian for half a year, which was quite effective, and it was enough to deal with a child slave who didn't know martial arts.

"Bang!" The black tower boy was bleeding profusely and fell headlong. Gordon grabbed the wheat cake and ran and chewed, shaking off a few child slaves who were chasing after him to pick up the bargain.

Not long after, the blood raven announced the end of eating, and dozens of bloody child slave corpses appeared on the ground. Gordon saw the corpse shriveled to the naked eye, as if something was underground, quietly sucking up flesh.

In a trance, he heard the strange laughter of the red willow again.

The blood raven drove the horned lizard, climbed up the sand, and looked condescendingly at each of the child slaves, the red willows behind him making him look even more eerie.

"It's been a long journey, and we're coming to an end." The Blood Raven spoke, lifting his hood to reveal a pitted, scarred face that frightened the child slaves.

"That's where you end as piglets, and where you get a new life."

"We pay slave traders to buy a group of warriors, not lowly and incompetent piglets."

"Today, the waste among you will be eliminated, that is, death. Only the strongest, the most ruthless, and the most cunning are qualified to survive and become one of us. ”

Under the blinding hot sun, the blood crow stretched out its short arm and pointed to the depths of the Gobi: "You have to walk alone in the desert, to the west, to the direction where the sun sets, to follow the direction of the rising of the greedy wolf, and to end in an abandoned town." As long as you live to make it to the town, I will free you from slavery! ”

The child slaves immediately stirred, and their eyes shone with hope. No one wants to be reduced to a lowly slave and be killed by their masters.

"This road is full of dangers, you have to fight hard to survive, do whatever you want to do, including taking up arms and killing people!"

The men began to divide the water bladders, and each child slave was given a small bag of water. The big man untied the scimitar one after another and threw it to the ground with a "clang".

Gordon understood the purpose of the Blood Prison Society: to select a group of child slaves through guò and absorb them to become the new blood of the Assassin Order.

"Put aside a qiē and go crazy! Boy, kill your future with blood! Surrounded by the big men, the blood ravens rushed westward, and it wasn't long before the group disappeared into the horizon.