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Except for the warriors who were on guard, the rest of the people set up a few simple tents around Sinbad. As the night deepened, the sand winds around me became more and more frequent, raising patches of dust and mist from time to time, like sails sailing by.

The captain walked up to Sinbad, opened his mouth, and poured a few small mouthfuls of water into it, making sure the boy didn't die of dehydration.

"When this lion cub grows up, he will definitely be a well-known figure." A warrior couldn't help but sigh with emotion, until now, Sinbad has not bowed his head and yielded.

"Then you have to have a chance to grow up. You work in pairs and take turns watching. The captain snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to block the dust, and burrowed into the tent.

Sinbad lay on the ground, half-conscious, his flesh wrinkled everywhere, like a red-hot shrimp. The sand became cold and hard at nightfall, and his internal organs were as hot as fire, but his skin was cold and convulsed.

"There will be an angel." The boy muttered, his father's face fluttered before his eyes, and Uncle Mosa's floated past...... If they are there, they are no longer there.

In the middle of the night, most of the guards slept soundly in their tents. The sentry warrior sat tiredly on the top of the sand peak, and every once in a while, he casually glanced around. Sinbad was guarded by two men, each with his head drooping and drowsy.

A slight neighing of horses, mixed with the sound of sand "snapping" against the tent, was inaudible. But one of the guards stood up alertly, grasped the scimitar, and looked at the horses not far away.

Eight black horses stood on the leewind, and the dunes cast a heavy sand over them

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7684 shades. A horse raised its front hooves, flicked its tail a few times, and fell silent again.

The Dark Guard grunted and sat back down. After another moment, when it was time for the changing of the guard, two sleepy-eyed warriors emerged from the tent and took the place of their companions.

"I'm going to get some saliva." One of the warriors yawned as he walked over to the horse, picked up the water bladder from the saddle, and poured several gulps. His mouth was dry, and the water seemed to be so sweet that he couldn't help but drink it all in one go.

Putting down the water bladder, a sharp cramping pain suddenly came from his chest. He wanted to scream, but there was no sound in his throat, only black blood spilling from his mouth and nose. His eyes were dark, and he slowly slumped forward. A pair of hands suddenly poked out from under the horse's belly, holding the corpse to avoid the sound of falling.

After a while, the other warrior did not see his companion returning, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, drew his scimitar, and carefully walked around.

In the blurred sand, he saw his companion standing in front of the horses, holding water bladders, their backs shrouded in shadow. "You're still watering?" He sheathed his scimitar and stepped forward to pat the other man on the shoulder, "Give me a bite!" ”

The other party handed him the water bladder with his backhand and turned around at the same time. He was about to reach out to take it when a dagger suddenly stabbed out from behind the water bladder, piercing his throat, and covering his mouth with the other hand. At this time, he saw the other party's face clearly, and his eyes showed horror, but the strength of his body seemed to be drained by the dagger, and he was no longer able to struggle.

On the top of the sand peak, the secret guard in charge of the sentry raised his head and roamed lazily into the distance for a while. When he retracted his gaze, he saw that Sinbad was empty and unguarded.

Just as a gust of sand wind was blowing, he stood up and rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had been dazzled. When I opened my eyes again, I was overshadowed by a triangular pyramidal arrowhead. A dark light shot from below, piercing the eyebrows, and cold crossbow arrows pierced the back of the head, sending a rain of blood.

The corpse fell backwards and rolled down the sloping sand slope. Halfway through, he was grabbed by a pair of hands and silently dragged to the summit, settling with his head down, and holding his back with a pile of yellow sand to prevent him from falling.

There are five more. Under the cloudy night, \u9a

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D8 Deng raised his head, pulled the black scarf that wrapped his head, and looked down at the tent under the sand peak. He found Musa's body in Sinbad's hut and began to track it until he entered the Lost Desert, where he found the black-robed men.

During the day, he deliberately walked away to make the other party mistakenly think that he was just passing by. Patiently waited until late at night, when the wind and sand greatly reduced visibility, before he began to move.

Gordon put a crossbow on the other side of the corpse, buckled the arrow, applied poison to the arrow, and pulled the crossbow string with a rope tied in a loop, and the other end of the rope extended out and buried under the yellow sand. After setting up the mechanism, he leaned down, and his broad black robe slid down the sand peak lightly like the wings of a wolf vulture.

There was no movement around, and Gordon crept up to a tent and listened to the snoring coming from inside. Then, with a dagger in his mouth, he slowly lifted the corner of the tent and walked in on his knees.

The two guards lay on their sides on either side of the felt, back to back. Even when they fell asleep, their hands were firmly on the hilt of the knife.

In a flash of coldness, Gordon raised the dagger in his hand, slicing the throat of one person, and blood gushed out. With his knees on the ground, he leaped lightly and lunged at the other.

With a "poof", the dagger was inserted into the opponent's heart, and with a twist, Gordon's other palm covered the opponent's mouth. The dark guard snorted in his throat, kicked his feet indiscriminately twice, and died of anger.

There are three left. Gordon pulled back the dagger and was about to climb out when he suddenly heard a slight noise outside.

The captain was stepping out of his tent and unbelting his trousers, intending to pee. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sinbad lying alone on the ground, and the warrior in charge of guarding was gone.

"What about people?" He drew his knife in an instant, hurriedly fastened his trousers, and swept his gaze sharply. "What about the night watchman? Come out! All come out! He roared loudly, and the high-pitched roar suddenly reverberated in the empty desert night sky.

The two warriors rushed out of the tent, drawing their swords and looking around. Other than that, no one else showed up, and the companion disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed by the desert in the middle of the night.

"Skinny monkey! Seventh! Big! Bu Khan ...... "The captains are called \u77 one after the other

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4o The name of the Dark Guard, but there was a deathly silence all around, only the sand wind "snapped" and shook the tent.

The three of them looked at each other, and one of them suddenly pointed to the top of Sha Feng and shouted, "The old scar seems to be still on it!" He grabbed the scimitar and immediately ran towards Shafeng. The other ran to the rest of the tents and went in to take a look. The captain took a few steps back, walked up to Sinbad, and grabbed the boy in front of him, the sharp blade of which was held against Sinbad's neck.

The dark guard lifted the tent and saw two corpses lying on their stomachs on the ground, the blood that flowed out was quickly sucked up by the yellow sand, leaving only large dark black blood stains.

He looked around alertly, crouched down, grabbed a blood-stained corpse, and turned it over to inspect it. The corpse leapt suddenly, and the dagger slid out of the black sleeve of his robe and stabbed into his throat.

At the same time, a short scream came from the top of the sand peak. Another Dark Guard "plopped" and fell, with an arrow stuck in his thigh. He covered his wounds, his face darkened, and his body twitched in pain for a few moments, then stopped moving.

The last one. Gordon threw off his black robe, pulled down his turban, and walked slowly out of the tent.

"You ......" The captain glared at Gordon and opened his mouth to speak, and a shuttle dart shot straight at Sinbad's chest.

"Dang!" The captain subconsciously swung his scimitar to block the pike. Sparks burst between blades and shuttles, like fireworks in the dark of the night.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! Gordon's hands trembled, and star darts spun and shot out, each aimed at Sinbad.

Damn bastards! In order to protect Sinbad, the captain was in a hurry, and the sword light danced into a ball like snowflakes, shaking the star darts one after another. He thought that the other party was here to save people, but he didn't expect that the misjudgment would affect him, and he couldn't show his martial arts.

"We can talk about ......!" He couldn't help shouting, but he was too late to open his mouth by the stormy dark weapon. Gordon roamed around him with dexterity, and the secret weapons were endless, and there was a shrill whistling sound.

Could it be that Harry sensed his treachery and sent his killers to clear the scene? The captain slammed into a spirit, used the source force with all his might, and the scimitar shook out a dazzling waterfall of light, and even eliminated it, rolled up the dense hidden weapon, and shook towards Gordon.

"Bang!" He threw Sinbad far away, and rushed towards Gordon like a tiger, never giving the other party a chance to kill Sinbad.

Gordon spilled a full shuttle dart, and the hidden weapon that rebounded back struck each other, and both fell. In the blink of an eye, the captain rushed to him, his scimitar slashing straight down, like an incandescent lightning bolt cutting through the night. The source force filled with blades made a "buzzing" sound, shaking the wind and sand to bounce outward.

Gordon suddenly retreated, as fast as the wind, and the light of Senhan's sword slashed in front of him. Gordon spun on tiptoe, turned around, and swept towards Sinbad, a cold light shooting out of his hand.

The captain screamed badly as he watched the knife graze Sinbad's ear. Didn't shoot! He breathed a sigh of relief, kicked his feet violently, leaped into the air, and slashed his scimitar into Gordon's waist.

Gordon flashed to the right, and at the same time, his five fingers shook out a few cold rays, which was exactly the direction of Sinbad. The captain roared angrily, and the scimitar was forced to spin around, sealing the cold light that shot out first. Since he would not tolerate Harry, he had to get Sinbad's treasure, otherwise there would be nothing.

The moment the scimitar blocked the hidden weapon, Gordon suddenly spun around and threw himself into the opponent's arms with an unimaginable height. The captain's scimitar didn't have time to retreat, so he had to throw a left fist.

"Poof!" The dagger plunged into the back of his fist, splattering blood. Gordon swung his elbow and struck the opponent's wrist holding the knife, and the breath microtechnique bloomed like ripples.

"Boom!" The microtechnique collided with the thick source power of the hematite level, and the captain's wrist went numb, and the scimitar slipped from between his fingers. Gordon's right knee lifted at the same time, striking the hilt in mid-air, and the scimitar slammed into the captain's lower abdomen. This series of movements is like flowing water, and the connection is hearty and dizzying.

With a "bang", the blade slammed into the captain's abdomen, cutting open the bloody wound, causing him to stagger back and feel sullen for a while. Gordon followed him with his hands, knees, elbows, shoulders, ...... Every part of the body unleashes a dazzling attack, without giving the opponent the slightest respite.

In the fierce battle, Gordon kicked out with one leg, like a poisonous snake out of a hole, fast and ruthless. The captain gritted his teeth and kicked Gordon in the chest with the same leg. His source power is far high, and only by hitting hard can he recover the decline.

The captain is tall and long-legged, and he is about to kick Gordon. "Whoosh!" A blade popped out of the sole of Gordon's boot and slashed through his throat, blood splattering out.

"You ......" he staggered back, his eyes losing their light.

Gordon walked up to Sinbad, picked up the boy, took out a tube of alchemical healing potion from his pocket, and slowly poured it into the other's mouth. Only by making the illusion of letting go and killing Sinbad, the other party will take care of one or the other and fall into passivity.

A true assassin would never give his target a fair chance.

A small hand gently grasped Gordon's arm, and Sinbad's eyes were open, weak and shining, and her lips squirmed slightly.

Gordon lowered his head, his ear close to the boy.

"Forever."

The boy whispered.

The legendary navigator of the future epic epic waited for his initial expectations of this world tonight.