The night wind howled, rolling up patches of sand and dust, and striking Gordon with a thin and soft sound.

The scenery is blurred, and the wind and sand are like fog in the night, rising and diffusing, covering the road from time to time.

Gordon was at the forefront of the crowd, his hood hanging low, his twin daggers in his hands, carefully discerning the direction of the track. The Silk of the Source Force was densely packed all over his body, extending to every subtle corner of his limbs, so that he could sense any abnormalities around him as quickly as possible.

The micro-technique fluctuates like a tide, and the internal circulation constantly tries to expand outwards and connect with the external heaven and earth. Unfortunately, no matter how much he pushed, he couldn't get into the state he was in when he faced the shadow giant that day, turning the inner loop into a broader outer loop.

At that time, the feeling was just a flash of spark, and it was extinguished in a hurry. The barrier between the inner world and the outer world still exists and is difficult to break.

Tracy was on Gordon's left, Freckles on the right, and the two of them spread out like wings, protecting Sinbad and Atay with only one blow left.

After deliberation, the people decided to carry out the original plan. The Storm Horse Thieves must be exterminated, so that Gordon can gain the trust of the Blood Prison Society and continue to lurk. Second, if the assassination mission is successfully completed, the Blood Prison Society will inevitably let down its vigilance, and Tricy and the others will be able to gain precious time to escape. What's more, the leopard threatens freckles, and it doesn't deal with Gordon, so it can't be let go either.

The most important thing is that the crocus is still in the group of horse thieves, and they can't leave him alone.

Gordon suddenly stopped his steps, and a faint light reflected not far away, and it was a small tip of a knife that exposed the ground. He cautiously walked around and dug through the yellow sand, a standard scimitar of the Black Eagle Tribe, the blade of which was bloodstained and the scabbard was clutched by a severed hand.

The severed hand was as deflated as paper, leaving only a thin layer of skin wrapped around the phalanges, and the flesh seemed to be sucked in. Gordon picked up the scimitar, touched the purple-black blood stains on the edge, licked it again, and then said, "It's human blood." Depending on the color and clotting of the blood, it may have been left four to six hours ago. ”

Tricy breathed a sigh of relief, "It's Black Hawk's people." It seems that we are not going down the wrong path, nor have we been pulled too far. The men of Black Hawk must have lost their horses just like us. ”

Freckles snorted, "It's better that they and the horse thieves fight to the death, so that we don't have to worry about it." He rubbed his eyes that were dazzled by the wind and sand, and cursed again, "This damn weather, damn ghost desert"

In the past few days, everyone has climbed several sand mountains one after another, and they have been in danger frequently on the way. These huge sand mountains are unpredictable and murderous. Some sand peaks are like a labyrinth, and they are still spinning in place after walking for a long time, and they can't get around. Some of the sand peaks were shrouded in a violent whirlwind, and the wind was densely covered with strange insects, shuttling through them, and the sharp mouthparts of the strange insects could spray poisonous sand...... Just before dusk, they had just crossed a sand mountain. Walking on it, a person's heartbeat will continue to increase, heavy as a drum, and the blood in the body will boil and burn. If they hadn't escaped so fast, their hearts would have jumped out of their chests alive

"But it's really fun." Sinbad thumped his tired thighs and gasped. All the way to the thrilling rush, the boy was already sleepy, hungry and thirsty, only a pair of eyes always shining.

"Funny for you" Freckles rolled her eyes, untied the half-bag of water bladders from her belt, and handed it to Tracy.

In addition to the alchemy potion that each person carried closely, this was the only drinking water left for their group. Tracey subconsciously licked Yu Crack's lips, hesitated, and pushed the water bladder away with difficulty: "It's better for Atai, I can hold it." ”

Ah Tai immediately shook his head: "Don't waste it on me." As long as I enter the ten lands, I will definitely find water. Let this kid drink it, he needs it most. ”

"I'm not a child anymore, I don't need special care," Sinbad puffed out his chest, "I'm an explorer now" He pulled a strangely shaped bony fish out of his arms, snapped the gray-white bones, and sucked a few drops of bone marrow juice inside. This is the harvest of everyone in a sand mountain, this bony fish is the size of a palm, skinless and fleshless, wrapped in fine bones, cruising on the surface of the yellow sand. Once they spot their prey, they will burst out of the sand and bite each other hard with their sharp teeth.

The water bladder returned to Freckles' hand, he muttered, and looked at the back of Gordon in front of him: "It's not time, this pervert won't drink water." ”

From the day they lost food and water, Gordon began to exercise harsh self-discipline. Drink only nine drops of water a day, the time is completely fixed, and even the number of large and small solutions is strictly controlled. When resting, he doesn't say a word, and he never consumes a little extra physical energy.

This kind of endurance and self-control is simply terrifying, like a lifeless alchemy mechanical puppet.

"Be careful." Gordon took a moment to cut off his hand and threw it to the ground. Even though the desert is drought, this severed hand is deflated too quickly, and it is obviously strange.

The crowd heightened their vigilance and slowed down. Not long after walking, "Bang" Gordon suddenly kicked the ground with his left foot, his body soared into the air and retreated, and the fiery rainbow dagger in his left palm came out of his hand and shot towards an oncoming piece of sand.

The shrieking dagger was full of source power, piercing the misty sand, and the shining dagger light illuminated a vague head: as large as a fence, with a bloody mouth, and a half-meter-long tongue covered with fleshy thorns, curling towards Gordon.

With a "poof", the fire rainbow dagger stabbed into the head. Gordon's waist pole straightened, turning retreat into advance, and the whole person rushed into the dust.

With his right hand raised, his Ice Ju Dagger was about to follow up with the stab, when he suddenly lost his target in front of him. The skull strangely vanished, and the fiery dagger fell, and a cloud of fine yellow sand drifted away.

Gordon glanced at it, and there was not a trace of blood on the fire dagger, and it seemed that it had never hit the head at all. The grains of sand were scattered on the ground, and there was no anomaly to be seen either.

Behind him, Freckles screamed sharply, and the short knife spun inward, lighting up with blazing flames. A gust of sand wind was passing at his feet, reaching Artai, his head looming in the sand.

The sword light was able to circle the head, and it was slashed down, but it fell into the air again. The yellow sand in the wind was shaken open by the blade of the knife, and there was a "clanging" sound.

In an instant, the sand wind swirled, dense sand grains rushed to the face, and the vision was dim. Instinctively, Tracey stepped back, her hands dancing in tiger claws, encircling her. As soon as she pulled out, Sinbad was suddenly unattended, and his head suddenly appeared behind the boy, and his long tongue shook out, fiercely and quickly.

"Sinbad" Gordon kicked his flying foot, and the fiery rainbow dagger on the ground "swished" up and shot towards the head. Sinbad also had a bad premonition and jumped to the side, but the long tongue had already attached to his shoulder blades, and the flesh and blood on his shoulders were instantly emptied, and the long tongue swelled and became larger, scarlet like blood.

The dagger came, and the head glanced greedily at Sinbad, and the moment the dagger stabbed it, it disappeared without a trace.

Gordon swept over to Sinbad, took out a tube of alchemical potion, and poured it down his throat. The boy's back shoulder was visibly deflated, leaving only a thin layer of skin wrapped in bone, very similar to the severed hand.

"I don't have any pain at all, and I feel very comfortable." Sinbad had a blank look on his face.

Freckles waved the short knife stupidly: "Yes, what kind of strange thing is it, it can't be killed?" ”

"Fortunately, Sinbad is fine, let's speed up and climb this sand mountain as soon as possible" Gordon carried Sinbad, Freckles carried Atay, and Tracy took the lead. The three of them switched positions and rushed to the top of the mountain with all their strength in a triangular killing array, no longer caring about the loss of source strength and physical strength.

"Woo woo ......" The night wind whimpered like a cry, like an invisible ghost wandering back and forth, setting off bursts of fog. The further you go to the top of the mountain, the blurred vision becomes, and the sand hits your eyes so much that you can barely open them.

"Die" Halfway through, Freckles leaped to his feet, his arms churning like wings, and his dagger bursting with a dazzling glow like the scorching sun