The starry sky is like a curtain, and the continuous sand dunes are covered with a layer of white by the bright moon.

In the endless sea of sand, sporadic firelight also gave the yellow sand a touch of color. Accompanied by flickering torches, there are bursts of creepy howls.

"Whew-"

A giant silver-gray wolf buried its front paws in the sand and grinned wide, revealing its sharp fangs. On its broad back, strong, iron-clad warriors wield sharp scimitars and let out a beast-like wail.

The alien warriors riding giant wolves were lined up in several rows, and there were hundreds of them!

Night Wolf Clan, Dark Wolf Ride.

In the vast Western Regions, there are countless tribes. No one can stop the fighting between the different races, some of them will fall, some will rise.

The Night Wolf Clan is a tribe that has quietly risen in the far west.

No one knows where they came from. For the Tang Dynasty and even the tribes near the Central Plains, they maintained enough mystery. But to the neighboring tribes, they are like a plague, like a nightmare.

They are born warriors, and killing and savagery have long been in their blood. They constantly invaded, killed, and wrote national epics with blood. And among them, the Dark Wolf Rider, who is known for his ferocity and brutality, is the elite of the elite.

Right now, hundreds of wolves rode around a fan. The ghostly light in the giant wolf's eyes made people shudder.

On the sand dunes opposite the wolf ride, the lonely figure of Wudao is like a silhouette under the moon, which looks a little desolate.

"Princess, go!"

The four big men are like four giant towers, forming a steel defense line. The first one was holding a giant blade taller than him, and his face was full of unyielding. But compared to the many wolf riders on the opposite side, this line of defense appeared fragile.

Behind them, a weak woman stood.

Her plain waist is slender, as if she can't hold it.

The hair stirred by the evening breeze is like a lily swaying in the wind.

Her temperament is elegant, and her calm steps are not like being on the battlefield, but like Chang'e dancing from the Moon Palace.

In Loulan, she is the pride of all her subjects, and she has been recognized as the first beauty of Loulan for thousands of years.

Her name is Sarando.

The posture of the alluring city is also a disaster. Princess Loulan could never have imagined that the face favored by the gods did not bring her good luck, but brought ruin.

Loulan, a name forgotten by history, has escaped the scourge of war after a lot of hardships, and thought that she could thrive in the extreme west, but she didn't want to fall into the whirlpool of overturning again because of a woman.

"Princess Sarando, what the Holy Fire Cult wants, no one can escape. Any foolish person who thinks he is wise washes away the sins they have committed with blood. ”

In the midst of the wolf ride, a young figure slowly walked out.

His face was white and almost bewitching, and his long narrow eyes had a hint of playfulness, which looked nondescript in the middle of a group of rude Chinese characters.

But the always proud Night Wolf warriors did not show the slightest disrespect to this woman-like man, on the contrary, their eyes were full of awe, and even a trace of fear.

"Sang Ten Witches."

Sarando's voice was like a cloud in the sky, gentle and clear: "Everyone has the right to pursue freedom, not even the Holy Fire Cult has the right to take it away. ”

Sang Shi smiled slightly: "Freedom doesn't belong to you, how can you talk about deprivation?" ”

Sarandor was fearless in front of this Holy Fire Cult witch, and said calmly: "Freedom belongs to everyone, but your Holy Fire Sect has instigated the Night Wolf Clan to bring disaster with a barbaric butcher's knife. Lan Duo knew that his persuasion was fruitless, but he still couldn't help but persuade Dawu - please wake up in time, and the Immortal Heaven will forgive you for the sins you have committed. ”

"Hahaha, the princess is really pathetic." Sang Shi's smile was even stronger, but he gradually retracted his smile: "It's a pity that Sang Shi is not a believer in Loulan, and will only follow the will of the Holy Sect." If the princess doesn't want thousands of Loulan people to be caught in fire and water because of your thoughts, please don't let Sang Shi be embarrassed. ”

A trace of sadness flashed in Sarando's beautiful eyes: "If I don't escape, I'm afraid it will bring disaster to the world." The Far West, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, suffered because of the Holy Fire Cult, and innocent people were displaced...... If the Great Witch still has a trace of conscience, please stop it in time. ”

"The princess is wrong, the prosperous world must be destroyed, and short-term pain is the only way. Besides, the world is a cage, where are you going to escape? ”

Sang Shi stretched out a hand whiter than a woman, and said politely: "Come with me, the Holy Fire Church will lead you to the light." Instead of wandering the world, it is better to leave a way back for you and Loulan. ”

"If you want to take the princess, ask me about the knife in the dragon slayer's hand first!"

The man standing at the front roared angrily, but did not startle the wolf to ride back half a step. He showed a trace of despair and said resolutely: "Princess, let's go!" ”

Sarandor sighed.

She walked lightly to the sand cart, and glanced deeply at the four men, and her eyes flashed with a sad and pitiful luster: "Dragon slaughter, ancient furnace, cat slash, Aspa ...... The merits of the four generals will never be forgotten by Lando. ”

"Princess, take care all the way!"

The four of them stroked their chests with one heavy hand and gave the last gift of their lives to the beautiful princess of Loulan.

The blood-red sand lizard spat out the letter, plunged headlong into the sand, and flew away from the dunes with Salandot.

"Great Witch!"

"Hey—"

Sang Shi waved his hand, as if he didn't mind the woman continuing to play a game of cat and mouse with him.

He licked his lips, stared at the four tower-like men not far away, and chuckled: "I heard that there are four great generals in Loulan, it should be you, right?" ”

Long Tu snorted coldly: "You can come and try it, you will know!" ”

Sang Shi smiled: "Haha, I will." How could I give up such a perfect puppet? ”

Puppet?

The four of them were slightly stunned. I have long heard that the three great witches of the Holy Fire Sect are acting strangely, but I don't know what kind of ability this one in front of me has?

Strangely, hearing the word "puppet", the faces of the night wolf warriors around them all changed slightly, and some even trembled slightly.

It's a pity that the four didn't notice it.

Aspar, who is known for his surprise attacks, took advantage of the night and clenched the wide giant blade, and the figure suddenly disappeared, as if hidden in the wind.

When he reappeared, the blade was less than three feet away from Sang Shi's throat!

Capture the thief and capture the king first.

"Whew!"

His blade was fast and fierce, like his cold eyes. But when the forbearance entered the flesh, Asba did not feel the joy of success, but there was a coldness all over his body.

At some point, a tall man appeared between the two of them out of thin air, and used his body to block the blow that was destined to be won.

Eerily, there was no blood splattering, no groans of pain. His whole body was covered with a gray that was cut off from life, and his empty eyes did not have the slightest sparkle.

Sang Shi, who was hiding behind the man, was smiling, and his fair face looked more and more gloomy in the moonlight.

"Come on, my puppet!"