The moon is bright in the sky, and the night is cold.

Under the dunes, camels huddled together, and bonfires rose to give life to the lonely night.

An unlucky desert lizard is strung to a spear and tumbles over the flames.

During the day, a hearty battle made everyone enthusiastic, eating barbecue and drinking cold water, and enthusiastically gathered together to wrench their wrists.

Gradually, as the night wore on, the enthusiasm subsided, and the laughter turned into snoring, leaving only some of the warriors in charge of the vigil staring wide-eyed and looking around.

There was a kind of sculpture-like general who suddenly raised his head and looked up at the hill.

"What's wrong?"

One of the general's side asked cautiously.

The general stood like a statue for a long time, and his sudden movement made him nervous.

The general didn't answer, he couldn't speak, he didn't want to answer, he just glanced at the man silently.

The General's eyeballs are made of glass, which is an ornament that has no muscles and cannot be turned, so it looks very strange, and the soul fire burning in the skull gives it a very terrifying feeling.

The man felt as if he had been targeted by a terrifying and evil being, and he was suddenly silent.

Fortunately, the general quickly turned his head again and continued to maintain his original position.

On the sand dunes, Angela stood in a gray cloak against the wind, and the hem of the cloak fluttered hunting.

She withdrew her gaze, looked to the east, and whispered with a little excitement, "Let's go, let's go grab its tail." ”

Beneath, an inconspicuous bulge squirmed into the distance.

She had to get there one step ahead of schedule, make arrangements, and wait for the other party to make a move.

Bang!

Angela's feet exploded, and a cloud of yellow sand was thrown into the sky, covering Angela's figure.

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A pair of bony hands suddenly stretched out in the sand and grabbed the hooves of the fallen horses, and then, the hooves of the horses were crooked, the bony hands were torn off, and a piece of forearm bone was pulled and flew out.

The horse under his crotch screamed, foaming at the mouth and falling to the sand, his chest heaving, and he struggled a few times, but he couldn't get up.

The old vulture got up from the ground in embarrassment, and looked at the horse's big dark eyes, and his cloudy eyes finally showed a sad look.

When the horse was a foal, it was chosen by the old vulture, who fed it grass and watched it grow little by little, and now it has been seven years.

The old vulture was even more affectionate about the horse than his son.

Now, the old vulture knows that the time has come to separate.

He stretched out his large, rough hand and covered the horse's big eyes.

Bang!

A patch of yellow sand was thrown into the air, and a group of skeletons rushed out of the yellow sand.

They were scimitar in hand, and their steps were light and swift, and they fluttered forward like the wind, and they struck the old vulture.

A few tears flowed from the old vulture's cloudy eyes, and his face was full of sorrow, but there was no fear.

"Old, old! I didn't know the way for a while, but I broke into the burial ground and killed my gray hair. ”

{Grayfur, the old vulture's horse.} }

Blaming himself in his mouth, the old vulture's subordinates showed no mercy, and tore open the neck of the gray hair with a knife, and large swaths of blood continued to splash outwards.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the skeletons became even more irritable, turning from a slow wind to a gale, and for a while the sword light flickered, and the murderous aura was overflowing.

The old vulture unhurriedly plucked the feathers off his shoulders and stuck them in the wound on the horse's neck.

In an instant, there seemed to be something more in the sky, as if rolling black clouds had obscured the moon and plunged the earth into darkness.

Silk~

It was as if a poisonous snake was spitting letters, but it wasn't, it was the sound of a knife tearing through the air.

The old vulture is familiar with this sound.

This sound was made every time he rode his horse and raised his scimitar, which then slashed through a person's throat.

The sound was so close that the old vulture knew that in the blink of an eye, his head would leave his body.

But......

Poof......

Bright red blood spilled the old vulture's face, staining the old vulture's face red, and the old vulture cracked its mouth, revealing its white teeth.

A vulture fell from the sky and was torn in two by a scimitar, while the old vulture was unscathed.

This is the place where bones are buried, but it is also the eastern forbidden zone, the territory of the adult, how could the adult let his loyal servant die at the hands of the skeleton.

The dark clouds in the sky are not dark clouds, but gathered vultures.

They made a cacophony of noises and rained down from the sky, striking the skeleton and shattering one skeleton to pieces.

The scattered blood, flying bones, and falling feathers were intertwined in front of the old vulture's eyes, and the old vulture's scimitar turned to cut open the gray hair's belly, and then pinned the scimitar to his waist, stretched out his hands and took out the soft internal organs inside, allowing the vulture to fall from the sky to enjoy.

After a long time, the dense vultures dispersed, leaving only white bones, corpses, and fluttering feathers on the ground.

As for the old vulture, it is gone.

Not far from here, a mass of flesh wriggled.

Bang!

The flesh exploded, and a skeleton with a metallic sheen burst out of the ground.

He looked up at the sky, the green flames flickering in his eyes, and he looked at the distant dark clouds {vulture}, opened his mouth, and let out a silent roar.

However, he didn't notice that an unusual bump had appeared under his feet, and it was quickly chasing towards the dark cloud.

Angela's cloak is not an extraordinary product, but is made of the skin of a desert worm, and after several times of processing by Angela, it has become a runic equipment, which can carry Angela freely under the sea of sand.

The old vultures were carried into the sky by a flock of vultures, and soon crossed the dangerous quicksand area, passed through their robbers' den, and landed under an inconspicuous sand dune.

Here, a little more dark brown.

The old vulture walked down, and the black-brown color was becoming more and more pronounced, and the ground was already a little more damp.

Finally, at the end, this is the lowest point between the three sand dunes, and there is no sunlight all day.

And here, however, a shallow puddle appeared.

The old vulture took a deep breath and walked up.

Then, what seemed to be just a shallow puddle of water submerged him.

The old vulture seemed to have been forced into a water pipe, and there was a strong squeezing sensation all around him, making his bones click.

He couldn't breathe, the whole person spun rapidly, constantly falling and rising, he couldn't tell the difference between the south, the south, the north, the west, the left and right, and it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Finally, he felt a sense of relief, and suddenly appeared in a pitch-black space, landing on a huge spider web.

A huge spider crawled over, dozens of scarlet eyes glowing evilly.

The two fangs of the big spider wriggled and made a "click-click...... sound, and drops of foul-smelling black liquid dripped down, making the old vulture dizzy for a while.