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Gordon dagger in his hand, pressed against the wall, and looked up at the ever-widening slit above.

"Plop" old clothes, broken jars, rotten fruit pits, moldy flour, spoiled meat pieces, stinky bones...... The garbage rained down and plugged the gaps in a moment. The light dimmed again, and a disgusting stench wafted out, and the viscous greasy smell, the rotten swill smell, the sour yeast smell, and the strong smell of feces were intertwined, and the smoke made it impossible to open one's eyes.

A lump of slimy, yellow dirt fell on Latin's head, and the rancid juice soaked gold, snaking down his forehead and dripping down his lips.

Latina was stunned, his nose sniffed subconsciously, and then touched his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently. "Oh oh my," he let out an earth-shattering scream, rolled his eyes, staggered and collapsed to the ground, and turned into a magic lamp again.

"Poor Mr. Lalatin, he's most afraid of dirty things." Sinbad picked up the lamp and wiped the fecal water off the lamp with her sleeve. He himself was covered with rotten vegetable leaves and bits and pieces of animal offal, and his stomach was like a river and a sea, and he was so sick that he wanted to vomit.

Gordon didn't dodge, letting the swill trickle down his cheeks and seep into his neck and chest, and there was not the slightest disgust on his face. One of the Assassin training of the Blood Hell Society is to dive into the cesspool. "It's supposed to be a garbage dump up there." He plucked a flour strip from the corner of his lips, "Ready, let's get out." ”

The trap quickly stopped moving, revealing a gap that could accommodate an adult in and out. Gordon struggled to remove the clogged garbage, grabbed Sinbad with his right hand, and drilled upwards with all his might.

Countless hard, soft, sharp, brittle, rough, thin, thick garbage surrounded Gordon's body. His eyes were slightly closed, his left arm was protecting his head, and he twisted his body like an earthworm shuttling through the soil.

The cloudy, viscous filth foamed with disgust, oozing from every corner and burrowing into Gordon's ears and nostrils. Fragments of vases, jugs, and metal were embedded in the crevices of the dirt, like the sharp tip of a knife, rubbing against the bare skin from time to time, cutting tiny bloody cuts.

Sinbad was dragged all the way by Gordon, squeezing in and out of the sea of garbage, his throat bursting with vomit. All sorts of sour, rancid, fishy, stench, and musty stenches entangled into a mist that rushed straight to his lungs and almost made him faint. Maggots of all kinds were densely packed, squirming fat bodies, crawling over the boy's cheeks, neck, thighs, and feet...... Leaves behind a glimmer of mucus.

It took them a long time before they came out of the huge mountain of garbage, as if they had lost their sense of smell and could not smell anything. Surrounded by a rolling desert, breathing in the starry sky, like a soft silk with a milky white sheen. Directly south is a verdant crescent moon oasis, dappled with light and shadow, about a kilometer away from them.

Sinbad staggered up the dunes, his face blue and vomiting profusely. Gordon rolled a few times on the dunes, grabbed the sand, and rubbed the dirt off his body. It's a huge bunker where garbage from Crescent City and Oasis is hauled and left to pile up** and gradually weather.

"Mr. Latin, the first invincible beautiful man in the universe" Sinbad shouted loudly while wiping the magic lamp.

In Gordon's eyes, the magic lamp was motionless and unresponsive. But Sinbad clearly heard something, put his forehead lightly against the lamp, and murmured, "Okay, beautiful and flawless Mr. Lalatin, you can recuperate." He looked up again and said to Gordon, "Mr. Ghoul, Mr. Lalatin will probably have to sleep for a few days before he recovers." ”

Gordon had planned to use Latin's power to deal with the horse thieves, but now he had to give up. "Let's go to the oasis first and wait for the horse thief outside the city." He led Sinbad to the Crescent Oasis.

As they stepped onto a green field, the grass suddenly shook and the ground trembled faintly. Wisps of dust kicked up in front of the side, and they rolled quickly in the direction of Crescent City.

"Get down," Gordon whispered, his body shrunk into the grass more than a foot high, his ears pressed to the ground, and he heard the sound of dense horses' hooves in the distance.

"It's someone from the Black Hawk Tribe? Looking at the size of the dust, there are almost 100 riders. Sinbad pushed aside a clump of saxon grass and looked out, and the dust was rushing all the way, as if it were coming from the Black Hawk tribe's station.

"Let's take a look behind us and make two friends by the way." Gordon slowly got up and took out the crossbow from the leather box on his back. Not far from them, there were sheepskin tents scattered around, and the entire Black Eagle tribe was blinded by black lights, and most of the herdsmen had already fallen asleep. Only a few sheepdogs were awakened by the sound of horses' hooves, barked a few times, and then fell to their stomachs.

He had to find Atay and Tracy first.

Adjacent to the upper reaches of the Crescent River, under the towering Black Hawk flagpole, a large wool tent inlaid with gold trim was "banged" to open a corner, and the chief of the Black Eagle tribe, Igo Beno, strode out, quietly looking at the direction of the sand and dust.

He was followed by four personal guards, all of whom were black lead warriors, all wearing gold-handled scimitars at their waists, carrying beast horns and bows and arrows, and black eagle feathers stuck in their turbans. One of them said, "Chief, those horse thieves are all dispatched, and it seems that they have no intention of hiding their identities." ”

Another guard had a sneer on his face: "This gang of horse thieves has been mixed with our tribe as herdsmen, and they thought they could deceive the chieftain. Who knows, their every move is under the supervision of adults. If it weren't for the use of them to combat the commercial trade of the Sand Fox Tribe, the Eaglefeather Warriors of the tribe would have killed them a long time ago. ”

"In recent years, the merchants of Crescent City have become increasingly dissatisfied with the chieftains and nobles of the Sand Fox Tribe. In the past few days, Crescent City has been closed to martial law and forbidden to go out, and the anger of the merchants has accumulated to the extreme, and it is almost a fire to ignite them completely. ”

"Chief, now is our chance to storm Crescent City and swallow the Sand Fox Tribe in the name of encircling horse thieves."

"Nomadism depends on God for food, and can only go into decline step by step. Last year's snowstorm caused many elderly people in the tribe to starve to death. Chief, we need a city," shouted the guards in a frenzy

"Eating the Sand Fox Tribe requires a justifiable reason, otherwise you can't explain it to Harry." Black Eagle looked at the faint red light in the sky above Crescent City, and said unhurriedly.

He was thirty years old, handsome, with piercing eyes and tense muscles that seemed to contain volcanic energy. An unsheathed scimitar hung diagonally from his waist, the blade dull, tattered and old, and a chip the size of a grain of rice on the tip of the blade.

One of the guards snorted: "The new Harry only knows how to eat, drink, and be merry, and listen to rumors, and it is said that the old lion of the lion tribe was killed by him. Chief, with the combat power of our Black Eagle, it is not impossible for us to enter the Black Oil King City......"

Black Hawk gestured, and the guards immediately shut down. At this moment, a short eagle chirp sounded in the night sky, and a vigorous little black eagle fluttered its wings, descended from the sky, and flew down to the black eagle's arm.

The little black shadow had a leather case tied to her ankles, and there was a bundle of paper rolls in the sleeve. Black Hawk took off the paper roll and unfolded it to take a closer look.

"Sand Fox actually besieged Harry's palace guards throughout the city." Black Hawk looked around at the guards, a deep smile rising from the corners of his mouth.