Alikala was in his 40s, which was a very old man in the desert, so he couldn't move, so although he rushed to the front at first, but gradually, his nephew Ireland rushed up and passed him.

Ireland is the heir of Ali Karanedin, he is strong, his mind is nimble, his eyesight is excellent, his arms are extremely strong, he is good at bows and arrows, his bow and arrows can easily hit an apple a hundred yards away on the back of a speeding camel, and when he gets off the camel, his scimitar dance is as soft as the moonlight, as gentle as a lover's kiss, and kills invisibly.

Alikala was so pleased with his heir that he thought he would be able to let it go with just a few more trips.

Looking at Ireland's back, Alikala couldn't help but sigh that she was already old!

Suddenly, Ireland in front stopped, and Alikala chased after him and asked, "Ireland, what's wrong?" Why stop! ”

Ireland turned around, his face ugly, and yelled, "Uncle, it's not a man, it's a skeleton!" ”

"What?"

Alikala looked forward, and saw a person coming out of the skeleton and jumping up and down in this direction.

It turned out that the dot they saw was not a person dressed in white, but a white skeleton.

"Damn, they don't hide underground, what are they doing running out and messing around!"

Alikala's face also became extremely ugly, and if it weren't for the skeletons scurrying outside that made them mistake them for people, they wouldn't have made it here.

There are many scary things in the desert, and skeletons are one of them, especially after they get lost, skeletons become even more terrifying.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

A panicked shout came, and at this moment, they could only disappear within the range of the skeleton as fast as they could.

The camel cavalry, which had been roaring, stopped, made a big turn, and headed back to the place where they had come.

The caravans and skeletons rushed one after the other, raising cones-shaped dust and sand in the empty desert.

At the top of the castle, the general carried a sword at his waist, watching all this indifferently.

It was night, and the wind was cold.

At the foot of the hill, people sit around a campfire and form a wall around the camels, so that they can not only keep the camels out of the wind, but also help them fend off threats from the shadows.

The light of the fire shone on everyone's face, and everyone's face was so ugly.

After a long silence, Alikala said, "Okay, sleep." ”

They had been chased for most of the day, and their stomachs were hungry, but they didn't have either food or water.

The food had long since run out, and as for the water, the water truck that filled it was also abandoned by them in order to escape for their lives.

The skeletons are too fast to allow them to carry any baggage that affects their speed.

Hungry and thirsty, but what can be?

I can only wait until tomorrow morning to make a decision.

Lying on the ground in silence, Alikala turned her head to look at the swarthy young face of Ireland, and decided that she would let his nephew return home no matter what, or the wolves would tear down their home.

He was old, but his nephew was young enough to carry the load.

When you get older, you sleep less and think more.

Alikala couldn't help but think of his childhood, when he wandered around the city of Babbajo with his younger brother, fighting thieves and beggars.

Slightly older, he became a member of the caravan by daring to fight and kill.

A little older, he fell in love and married the daughter of the caravan leader.

When he came of age, he assassinated the caravan leader and his son, taking the caravan, but at the cost of his wife and son.

When he was in the prime of life, he reached the peak of his life, and he was full of enemies, but he was not afraid, no matter who dared to draw a sword, however, an assassination took his brother's life.

He still remembered that his brother had blocked that fatal arrow for him, and lay in his arms, entrusting Ireland to him.

Time flies, and now, he has encountered the biggest crisis.

This crisis is not the rare confluence of ten tornadoes, nor the skeletons, but his old age.

When he was young, he had too many injuries and too much bleeding, but now that he is old, these injuries can no longer be suppressed, he can't be like a young man, he can't still carry it without eating or drinking for a day or two, he can't be like a young man, exposed to the sun for half a day, sweat wet clothes, and still fight hard.

Every inch of his muscles, every inch of his bones, was protesting, tingling, constantly stimulating his mind, making his brain drowsy.

Gradually, Alikala fell into a deep sleep.

The rustling sound came to my ears.

It's very subtle, like a breeze blowing.

Alikala opened her eyes sharply, sat up, and looked around.

Under the moonlight, on the empty earth, the yellow sand moved with the cold wind, the grass in the distance nodded slightly, the camels were huddled together, the tired young people were snoring one after another, and the two pestles in charge of the vigil stood by the fire with spears, their heads little by little, and the surroundings were calm.

With a sigh of relief, Alikala was about to stand up and teach the two night watchmen a lesson, when there was a sudden shock, and he saw that at the top of the hill, two ghosts floated.

Alikala was suddenly enveloped in a chill, he breathed heavily, and reached for his shield and spear.

"Enemy attack!"

Heart-rending sounds rang out in the calm night, and the caravan members jumped up from the ground as if they were electrocuted, pulling out their weapons under their heads.

The camels howled in panic, and skeletons appeared in their field of vision.

The white bones, the faint green flames, as if drunk but light and fast steps, like the night ghost, suddenly appeared.

Alikala ran quickly towards the camel, his breath short, his already drowsy brain blown by the cold wind, and it was clear.

They haven't escaped from the skeleton's sight, this group of skeletons has been staring at them, they have already stared at them, such a large number of people, no matter what, can't escape, so, only ......

He had a murderous intent in his heart, but his face was calm, and after a few steps, he changed his spear to his left hand and drew his scimitar, which was snow-white in the moonlight.

The sword flashed, and the reins were cut.

"No!"

There was a cry of terror behind him, and the clever people had already guessed what Alikala was going to do, and everyone rushed towards the camel in a frenzy.

The camels broke free of the reins and fled in all directions, Alikala flipped on the back of one camel, then grabbed the reins of the other, and with the two camels crashed into the two caravan members who had no time to escape, and shouted: "Ireland! ”

Looking at the oncoming camel, Ireland flew up, nimble as an ape, climbing the camel's neck, and with a little bit of force, it was already on the camel's back.