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"Sand Hyena!" Gordon's heart sank. The sand hyena is an ordinary desert animal, not even a fierce beast. But a traveler walking in the desert would rather encounter a ferocious beast than a sand mane. Because they have always been in groups, chasing their prey and stalking them.

The killing was staged again.

More than 300 sand manes greedily pounced on the child slaves, striking on all sides, gritting their teeth and claws. The child slaves screamed and cried, struggling in pools of blood, and only a few who hid in the thorn bushes survived.

A few panicked teenagers fled in the direction of Gordon, and more than a dozen sand hyenas chased after them, roaring fiercely.

"They'll bring the sand hyena." Gordon immediately climbed out of the bunker, picked up a long thorn, and lay prone behind the thorn wall, which crept forward.

The men ran close to the wall of thorns, and with a slight stab from Gordon, the thorns tripped over the boy in front, and the others tripped over the boy and fell into a rolling gourd.

The sand manes pounced on it, and Atai turned his head gloomily, unable to bear to look at it again.

A sand mane sensed something was wrong and circled around the thorn wall, trying to get in. After a while, a few more sand manes came over, their paws pulling at the thorns, and a pair of green eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Atai held his breath, his face pressed against the rough grit. He saw Gordon's calm expression, steady as a rock. His gaze swept over Gordon to see a narrow starry sky in the crevices of the thorn bushes.

The starlight shone into Atai's eyes, and he suddenly remembered a summer night in the past: the starry sky was high and bright, as if it were shining with countless gold coins. He sat under the old oak tree at the entrance of the village, winking at the stars. Standing at the top of the tree, Adu waved his arms to the sky and shouted:

"I'm going to earn as many coins as the stars!"

"I want to be the strongest warrior knight!"

"I'm going to marry Ana!"

The wind and sand blew, blinding Atai's eyes.

A high-pitched howl rang out, it was the voice of the Sand Mane King. All the sand manes hurriedly gathered and left without looking back.

Several of the child slaves who had been bitten were stunned and couldn't believe that Sand Mane had given up the delicious food they had eaten.

"Something is wrong! Let's go! Gordon thought for a moment and said to Atay. He hurried out of the thorn bushes and ran westward, leaving even his scimitar behind. This time, he tried his best, running for his life, and the breath was like a roaring wave.

Atay almost couldn't keep up with Gordon, and he asked angrily as he ran, "Brother, why are you running?" Didn't you say it's dangerous to walk at night? ”

Gordon asked rhetorically, "Then why did the sand hyena run?" ”

Arteci said: "I'm not a sand hyena, how can I know?" ”

Gordon said: "Because the more terrible guy is coming, the sand hyena is scared away!" ”

Atai exclaimed, "You can understand the language of beasts!" Brother, is there still this in the book? ”

Gordon's body stiffened again, and just as he was about to speak, the wind and sand poured into his mouth, choking him and coughing.

His heart tightened, and he looked back into the distance, and the thorn bushes swayed violently in the wind, the sand and gravel "crackled" and splashed, and the dust and smoke flew everywhere.

"It's a sandstorm!" Gordon's pupils contracted suddenly, "The sandstorm is coming!" ”

Atai gasped: "There's nowhere to hide!" ”

The wind became more intense, and large swaths of sand and gravel were swept into the air. As Gordon ran, he swept his eyes around, looking for a beast cave where he could hide. But the wind and sand filled the field of vision, and the surroundings were blurry, and nothing could be seen clearly, and Gordon could only run forward vigorously.

"Bang!" Atai bumped into something and fell to the ground. Gordon ignored it and ran forward on his own, so he didn't have to waste his strength to kill people. But he didn't go far, and the wind dragged his legs and feet, and roared like a beast, blowing him from side to side.

"Brother, there's a big tree here!" Atai's shouts were heard.

Gordon staggered back, and faintly, he saw a stout poplar tree isolated in the wind, its branches dancing wildly.

Cannon fodder finally made a difference. "Follow me!" Gordon shouted to Artay as he quickly ripped off his shirt and trousers, tore them into long strips, knotted them firmly, and tied them into ropes, tying himself tightly to the trunk of the tree.

Above them, the wind and sand covered the starry sky, and the storm swept out several small whirlpools, and the sand and dust swirled around the whirlpools like thick clouds, as if the end times were coming.

"Brother, you're so smart!" Atai shouted, and the two faced each other, hugging the poplar tree, and holding each other's hands.

A hurricane swept in the sand waves from afar, and the sandstorm came!

"Bang bang!" Pillars of sand rose into the sky, rolling sand waves covering the sky. The air exploded like a stormy wave, and the sand and gravel rolled violently, surging layer by layer.

A patch of sandstone was swept up by the hurricane and thrown into the air, and the poplar trees shook and their branches and leaves snapped. ** The sand and gravel hit Gordon's body like a rainstorm, and it was painful and numb. The sand and dust swirled, covering the head and face. Gordon closed his eyes tightly and shook his head straight so as not to get clogged by the flying sand.

Gradually, a cloud of sand covered most of their bodies.

Suddenly, Gordon "saw" a little blue-yellow whirlpool appear in the sandstorm! It was shaped like an olive, the size of a thumb, and swirled dazzlingly, sometimes soaring high, sometimes flying straight down, and at one point even brushing the poplar treetops.

This is not what you see with the naked eye, but what Gordon has inspired.

It's the eye of the storm!

The eye of the wind is listed as one of the alien shapes of heaven and earth, which can be called a treasure of cultivation, and it has no price. Only in natural disasters such as sandstorms, tsunamis, tornadoes, etc., does the eye of the storm appear occasionally, with a probability of less than 1 in 100 million. Several famous assassins in history have devoured the eye of the storm and possessed a ghostly pole.

The eye of the storm that Gordon "saw" was born from a sandstorm, so its color was blue and yellow, revealing a hint of drought and heat.

He suddenly felt restless, violently undulating, as if he had seen the right delicacy, and gave birth to a strong predation for the eye of the wind.

Nothing like this has ever happened before. Gordon clearly felt the hunger of the microtechnique!

Get it!

Gordon shifted a few times, loosening the tight strip of cloth a bit. He immediately felt the wind pushing violently, and his upper body swayed involuntarily.

He's got to get it!

Gordon straightened up, craned his neck, and leaned into the eye of the wind. The method of devouring the eye of the storm is simple, just suck it into the mouth and nose, and the eye will melt in the body.

The eye of the storm came close again and again, and swept away again and again. Once, when it was curling up near the trunk of a poplar tree, Gordon saw an opportunity, struggled and leaned into the eye of the wind.

"Whew!" The strip of cloth that bound his waist and back tore sound, and Gordon ignored it, took advantage of the situation to pull it up, and sucked it into the eye of the wind.

A little worse! The eye of the storm swept over its forehead, spun and rushed high into the air, and the farther and farther it went, the inspiration could no longer sense its location.

Gordon closed his eyes tightly and continued to search for the eye of the storm. He pulled the strip of cloth a little more apart to allow his body to move out of the wider range of motion. The strips of cloth were pulled tightly and straightened by the wind, and Gordon swayed incessantly, like a boat caught up in stormy seas.

But he had no distractions and was immersed in this limit of life and death. Life is like a hammer, the harder it hits, the more dazzling fireworks can burst out.

After a few moments, the eye of the wind suddenly appeared on the left, a stone's throw away from the poplar tree. It spun so fast that it was about to fly away in an instant.

Gordon leaned over sharply, leaned his upper body, and opened his mouth to suck hard. The eye of the storm shook a few times in a row, breaking free of the suction, and seeing that it was going to be far away again. "Boom!" The breath of the microtechnique shook violently, surging out, and the breath exhaled by Gordon pounced on the eye of the wind like a surging dragon, enveloping it and inhaling it into his body.

"Woo-la-la!" Due to the excessive force, the strips of cloth were torn one after another, and Gordon's body was violently jolted, and the whole person was about to be uprooted by the storm.

Atai's hand suddenly strengthened, and he gripped Gordon's hand tightly.

The fierce sand wind shook Gordon, and he tossed and fell in the air waves, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, and there was only a pair of hands between heaven and earth that clung to him.

Inside, the eye of the wind is slowly dissolving. According to the classics, the eye of the storm will be absorbed by the Demon Tree, greatly increasing the degree of **.