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With the sound of an eagle piercing the night sky, the sound of water chestnuts resounded in the silent Black Eagle Tribe station. It was as if countless strange insects had crawled out of the hidden abyss, covering all sides of the oasis.

Gordon grabbed Sinbad and rolled lightly into a low bush, curled up motionless.

Through the gaps in the foliage, he saw tents lifting their drapes like waves across an oasis. Heavily armed young male herders emerge from their tents, mount their horses, and surround themselves with the black eagle banner standing tall

The chieftain Black Eagle stood proudly under the flagpole, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and he looked around at the horses: "The Sand Fox tribe plotted against each other, colluded with the storm horse thieves, besieged and killed the palace guards, and violated the laws of the Sand Country. How can we, who are loyal to the great Harry, sit idly by? Tonight, we must were out the horse thieves, rescue the guards, and defend Harry's glory and majesty. ”

The herdsmen did not speak, but nodded silently and drew their scimitars. Cold lights intertwined the night sky, like frost frozen. The Black Eagle stood in the center of the densely intertwined sword light, looking up and roaring softly.

The sound of hooves sounded, and through the knife forest, a majestic horse as black as charcoal galloped from a distance. The black hawk turned over and jumped on his horse, and with a stiff rope, the horse raised its front hooves in the neighing, and the man stood up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come to change the fate of the tribe," Black Eagle raised his scimitar and pointed at the towering Crescent City. Thousands of iron horsemen converged into a torrent of darkness and pressed in the direction of the horse thief.

Nearly a hundred horse thieves had approached Crescent City, stopping in front of the sparse poplar forest. A horse thief jumped off his horse, ran through the poplar forest, and ran to the base of the city wall and blew a whistle.

Half of the figures immediately leaned out of the city, and the two sides exchanged for a moment, and the horse thief ran back, signaling that the city was safe. The other horse thieves drove their mounts into the poplar forest to rest, ready for a gust of wind.

"What are the Black Hawk tribesmen up to?" Sinbad emerged from the bushes and stared in bewilderment at the large cloud of dust kicked up by the Black Hawk Iron Rider.

"This tribe is not easy to mess with." Gordon saw that after the iron horse, the tents were as calm as ever. There was no commotion, no panic, and the rest of the elderly, women and children continued to sleep peacefully. The whole tribe is like an orderly machine, and each cog performs its own duty, and orders are forbidden.

This is a fighting tribe that has been polished out by the harsh environment of the desert.

At this time, a black shadow cat waist slipped out of the tent, and with the help of the cover of lush vegetation, it turned around and followed the Black Eagle cavalry far away.

As he passed a bush of thorny bushes, the shadow suddenly turned, his shoulders shrugged slightly, his elbows pulled back, and his fist of Yuan Li was gaining momentum.

"Atai, it's me." Gordon and the Black Shadow come face to face.

Atayleng paused for a moment, dispersed the source power, and asked happily, "Why are you here?" His voice sank, "Is something wrong?" ”

"Something has happened in the city, and I can't stay anymore." Gordon beckoned, and Sinbad leaned out of the bushes.

"This is Sinbad, and it helped me a lot." Gordon briefly introduced the two sides, and then said, "What is the Black Eagle tribe moving out of tonight?" ”

Atai shook his head in confusion: "I was also trying to check it out." ”

Gordon muttered, "You call Tricy first, I'm afraid we're going to have to change our plans." ”

Atai said happily: "I'll listen to you anyway." By the way, what about red fur and freckles? ”

"I left a message for Freckles, telling him to go out of the city and join you. As for the saffron—" Gordon looked uneasily at the distant city wall, and the meat master couldn't find out the whereabouts of the croc. This bard, who was a performer in Crescent City, mysteriously disappeared.

"Little ghost, keep up with me" In the crowd, the black baboon grabbed the crocus arm and struggled to squeeze it out of the gap between the soldiers.

The group stumbled, like a small boat tossed with the wind and waves, and was repeatedly scattered by the crowd. A gust of wind and the black baboon didn't want to expose the source power, so they had to run forward along the team, looking for a chance to escape.

There was a sudden killing cry ahead, and the soldiers who were interspersed back and forth finally blocked the palace guard. The two sides fought fiercely in close combat.

With a wail, corpses flew out and into the crowd. The dark guard was red-eyed, and the source power of the red iron level was running at full strength, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing the soldiers with flesh and blood, and screaming again and again.

The Dark Guard swung his fists like hammers, slammed and slashed, tearing a bloody path through the crowd. The soldier's body touched the fist wind slightly, and he was shocked by the source force, and his flesh and bones were soft, and he collapsed like mud. A large number of soldiers were crowded in the narrow alleys, and it was difficult to spread their hands and feet and take a closer look.

In an instant, the dark guard struck a gust of wind and struck with a fist.

A gust of wind swung their elbows, and the two soldiers on the left and right suddenly lost their footing and rushed forward. He took the opportunity to get out of the way of the guards and ducked towards the wall.

Blood splattered, and two soldiers were killed instantly. The Dark Guard roared, and like a fierce beast, it jumped high, its feet striding through the air and trampling over the heads of the soldiers. "Bang-bang-bang" The heads are like exploding watermelons, blood juice is flying, and brains are splashing.

The soldiers in front of them fell one after another, and the saffron saw the Dark Guard's riding boots slam on. He was about to parry, when the black baboon suddenly rushed out from the side, and the scimitar slashed the riding boots with the murderous aura of Mori Leng.

The Dark Guard was taken aback, and with a quick kick turned into a kick, kicking the back of the scimitar. In the dull sound of the exchange of source power, the black baboon staggered back, its face like gold paper, and the scimitar shook from his hand. The blow pulled at the old wound, and the wound that had not healed for a long time burst back open, and blood seeped through his robe. Saffron subconsciously supported him, and was pushed away by the black baboon, and instead blocked his body in front of Saffron.

"Are you crazy?" A gust of wind shouted angrily.

The Dark Guard's momentum was blocked and he was forced to land, pursuing the black baboon with both fists without hesitation. Before the fist was close, the fierce fist wind blew the black baboon's robe backwards.

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the wind looking for death, and the arm reached out, and a giant python phantom hovered in the air, rolling up a whistling wave of qi, and pounced on the dark guard.

The "Psychic Technique" secret guard was shocked, turned around sharply, and blocked the front of him with his fists, and no longer had time to care about the black baboon.

With a bang, the huge and hideous python hit its fist, and the corner of the dark guard's mouth spilled blood, flying backwards, and countless strange illusions were born in his mind.

"A psychic is a psychic," the soldiers shouted with shocked faces.

"Go" A gust of wind grabbed the black baboon and rushed outward. The black baboon also grabbed the saffron immediately, and the python phantom suddenly bowed, the long tail swept, and the soldiers who were blocking the front were swept out, and the stumps and broken bones were scattered in all directions.

"What the hell are you exposing yourself to for this burden?" A gust of wind glared at the black baboon

The black baboon laughed miserably: "Think back then, didn't you take in my burden, boss?" ”

"We are all orphans"

"And so does he."

A gust of wind stared at him fiercely, and suddenly grabbed the saffron: "Remember, boy" He was no longer tied, his source was full of power, and he led the group to rush out of the alley against the flow of people and fly towards the city gate.