"Alikala, you don't want to die!"

The man of the desert is brave and ruthless, but he cherishes his family immensely.

Alikala single-handedly raised Ireland and found the best teacher for Ireland, so that Ireland could live the most luxurious life that Alikala could do, but also gave Ireland the most severe test.

He gave Ireland his love for his brother and his love for his son, and in Ireland's mind, he was like a loving mother, like a strict father, like a gentle river, and like a violent sun, and was the most respected person in Ireland's heart.

Their names are uncles and nephews, but they are actually father and son.

Hearing the curse of the man behind him, Ireland did not hesitate, listened to the voice, drew his bow and arrow, and turned back with an arrow.

Poof!

The strong man looked at the trembling arrow feathers on his chest in astonishment, and this time he saw it quickly and ruthlessly, and one arrow broke through the man's fine chain mail and passed through his chest.

However, the man was very lucky, although he was pierced through the chest by an arrow, he still did not die.

Ireland drew arrows from the quiver again, and Alikala hurriedly shouted: "Ireland, stop, save arrows, we still have to rely on them to attract skeletons." ”

Yes, attracting the skeletons and taking the opportunity to escape was exactly the plan that Alikala came up with in that moment.

There was a bunch of people on one side, and two people scattered on the other, and the group of skeletons would definitely focus more attention on a bunch of people.

Scold, scold, anyway, it's a bunch of dead people, and you can't waste arrows for them.

Ireland was a good obedient boy, and did not shoot the man who was shot through the chest with an arrow, but still drew the arrow and shot forward.

The skeleton in front of it tilted its head nimbly and dodged the arrow, but by this time, Alikala had already approached, and the spear swung out, slamming it into the skeleton's chest and then hitting it in the jaw.

The skeleton flew out, and the soul of the skull either extinguished and scattered in mid-air.

The uncle and nephew cooperated tacitly, knocked away the scattered bones in front of them, and walked away, leaving a curse behind them.

"Ireland, then."

Alikala suddenly turned around and threw an object.

Ireland catches, is a package.

Every time Alikala went out, she would take this package with her, but it was never opened.

There is a lot of speculation, some say that it is gold, some say that it is heirlooms, but Ireland knows that it is neither, it is meat and water, it is the last retreat, this thing, Alikala never leaves.

"Uncle, ...... you are"

Ireland was puzzled, but before he could react, Alikala had already turned around and staggered past Ireland, swinging her spear and slapping it hard on the butt of the camel under Ireland's crotch.

"No!"

Ireland reacted, pulling the reins hard, but the camel was frightened and ran forward regardless of it, and Ireland could only watch in vain as his uncle's voice grew farther and farther away.

Alikala raised her shield, straightened her spear, and charged at the grotesque skeleton behind her.

It's not that he doesn't want to run with his nephew, it's that they're being targeted by this skeleton.

This skeleton is none other than the General.

He came on Angela's orders, and Angela demanded that he bring back all the people who had found the castle, kill all the rebels, leave at least one alive, and take all the camels.

The rest of the people were surrounded by groups because of Alikala's movement too fast and because of the cooperation of the skeletons, and Alikala and Ireland, the two who broke out of the encirclement, naturally attracted the attention of the general.

Alikala didn't know what the general's specific scientific name was, but he knew how terrible the general was.

He had seen the Iron Skull once by chance, and the horror of the Iron Skull was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Fast as the wind, as powerful as a camel, and as pervasive as water, with just one caravan annihilated, and finally besieged by the soldiers, they resisted for most of the day, and the soldiers suffered heavy losses, and finally the pharaoh himself intervened to kill them.

Such a monster, he is no match for him in any way, and his young and strong nephew is the same.

This time he will definitely die, but I hope I can hold on for my nephew for a while.

With Alikara's cranky thoughts, the two sides quickly approached.

Laugh at!

Before Alikara could see clearly, there was blood red in front of her.

The camel's huge head flew up, and the bright blade of the sword was close in front of him.

Alikala was mentally prepared, but he was still taken aback, and it was then that he realized how stressed the people were in the face of such strange skeletons.

He instinctively raised the shield, instinctively tilted the shield to a just right angle, instinctively twisted his waist and turned his hips, ready to accept the impact.

At this moment, in the face of death, he exerted his ability to the limit.

Bang!

The wooden shield shattered on the spot, and Alikala flew out, rolled on the ground and immediately stood up, throwing aside his spear and preparing to draw his scimitar.

Unfortunately, he was only halfway out, and without warning, his world began to spin, and he watched the blood of his headless body spurt out three feet high, and he saw the strange skeleton standing behind him, slowly putting away his sword.

"Monster!"

His lips were slightly open, but unfortunately he couldn't speak.

It was dark in front of him, and a head fell on the sand, rolling a few times, and the blood dyed the yellow sand red, gradually radiating towards the surroundings.

The general looked at the corpse, and through the empty eye sockets, he could clearly see that his soul fire flickered a few times, as if he was hesitating.

But when a gray figure chased after the last fish that slipped through the net, its upper and lower jaws collided and clicked, and the soul flame burned with pleasure, drew its sword, cut open the corpse, and smeared the flesh on itself.

Ireland felt stiff in the bitter cold wind, but he didn't dare to stop, this was the time his uncle bought for him, and he didn't dare to waste it.

After running for a long time, the camel got tired and gradually slowed down.

Behind him, there came a hurried rustling sound, and it was getting closer.

Ireland jerked his head back and saw a gray figure following him.

I saw that he was wearing a wide gray cloak, and the hood was pulled down, so that he could not see clearly under the cloak because of the covering.

The other party had a black sword pinned to his waist, and the skin peeking out of his cuffs and feet could be judged to be a person.

However, at this moment, the other party's behavior is clearly a bad intention, and Ireland cannot stop, but it can say hello to him.

"Die!"

Ireland is an arrow back.

His bow is more powerful than ordinary warbows, and he uses light arrows, so the arrows are faster, and even some skilled samurai can't dodge them.

However, I saw that the black long sword on the opponent's waist was like a black lightning bolt, and it was spit out by the scabbard in an instant, and then with a ding, the arrow reversed back at a faster speed.

Ireland's pupils dilated, he tilted his head sharply, his cheeks were moist, a tingling pain came, and a huge pull came from his turban, which made him unable to keep his balance and rolled off the back of the galloping camel.

He rolled around on the ground, then kicked his feet and sprang aside, the scimitar at his waist unsheathed with a clatter, and slashed in a desolate arc in the moonlight.

Without a hint of sluggishness, Ireland was shocked: "Is it empty?" ”

Looking up, I saw the Grey Cloak Man standing in place, not taking the opportunity to pursue at all.