"Surrender!"

Angela carried the black sword, looked at the young man in front of her, and released her kindness.

Being forcibly interrupted from the experiment, Angela's heart is not as patient as usual at the moment, she just thinks that this young man is still young, so she is willing to give him a chance.

But alas, the young man didn't seem to feel Angela's kindness.

"Humph!"

Ireland snorted coldly, flicking his palm on the scimitar.

The moon is like a hook, and the knife is like the moon.

It's hard to imagine that a stout man would make such gentle movements.

His knife was like a breeze, and he kissed it lightly, without the slightest killing intent.

"Good knife technique, it's a pity."

Angela felt sorry in her heart, but she showed no mercy in her hands.

Seeing that the knife had arrived in front of her, her hand was slightly raised.

Good knife skills, but people are younger, not cautious enough, and the flaws are a little big!

Bite!

While!

Two soft sounds, a little spark blooming.

A sword and a sword were entangled together like "qingren", and in an instant, they were separated.

Angela's sword hung down, and Irish's wrist was bloodied.

The snow-white scimitar landed on the ground and flicked twice on the ground.

Ireland clutched his wrist and took two steps back, his heart uncertain.

At this moment, he realized that there was such a flaw in his sword technique.

However, it was too late.

The poison struck the heart, Ireland's face turned blue, and he fell to the ground with difficulty.

Angela shook her head, shook off the blood from her sword, sheathed it, and turned to leave.

The cold wind blew, and the wind and sand rolled up, gently covering the young man's body.

The young man cowered on the ground, stiff as a stone, no different from the usual people who had fallen forever in the desert.

In a few years, he will be a dried corpse, or he may not wait until then to be devoured by the animals of the desert, or he may become a skeleton lying in the ground, waiting for a creature to pass by, and then crawl out and chase flesh.

But all this has nothing to do with this fledgling young man.

The caravan members were surrounded in the middle, like antelopes surrounded by a pack of jackals, with neither the ability to fight back nor the ability to escape, so they could only huddle together in vain, looking for some imperceptible sense of security.

They tried to force the skeleton back with their bows and arrows, but the skeletons were too nimble for the bow to be too threatening.

Someone bravely resisted, and as soon as he broke away from the group, he was besieged by two or three skeletons, although these skeletons were inferior in strength, even a child could kill an adult with a knife, let alone skeletons.

Therefore, these brave and reckless fellows quickly died at the hands of skeletons.

What made them even more desperate was that it was the ordinary skeletons who did it all the time, and the flesh skeletons and the generals standing in the distance were obviously superior, and they were just watching from the outside.

After the death of the seven bravest men, their courage was completely disintegrated.

They were crunched into a ball, their faces full of horror and afraid to move.

The scattered camels were chased back by the skeletons, and when Angela returned, a skeleton came to Angela's side, holding a jar in one hand and a brush in the other, which contained magic {red} ink made from the blood of the desert worm and Angela's blood.

Angela stepped forward and calmed the camel.

In the face of Angela, the panicked camels relaxed a lot, and Angela took the opportunity to change one by one with a brush dipped in magic ink on them for one simple magic array after another.

The role of this magic circle is to mark and reassure them, so that they are not so scared, so that Angela can grasp their position and be able to control it.

And Angela instructed the general that anyone with this magic array on his body was not allowed to attack.

Let some skeletons walk with camels to the castle of the ancient battlefield, and Angela is walking towards the group of people who are surrounded.

The caravan was originally a total of 57 men, and one died in his sleep, and when he was raided, Alikala and Ireland fled. In the initial attack, five people died, two of them died from the trampling of camels, one was shot by the Irish, so they did not have time to retreat into the crowd in time, and were dismembered by the skeletons, and the remaining two tried to break out of the encirclement, only to be chased and torn apart.

Later, during the stalemate, seven brave men were brutally killed.

So far, only 42 people remain.

Angela walked through the skeleton and reached the front of the 42 men, sword in her left hand, looking down on them in a condescending manner.

"Now, it's either you surrender or you die."

"You're human!!"

"Yes, so you are still useful to me, don't worry that I will kill you at will, surrender!"

The crowd was in a stir, and they could see that the skeletons were being controlled by the mysterious Grey Cloak man in front of them.

Someone shouted excitedly: "Why did you attack us? ”

Others shouted, "I surrender!" ”

Some fell to their knees, burst into tears, and muttered, "Survived, survived!" ”

Others were silent, staring at each other and winking.

Looking at this messy scene, Angela frowned and shouted: "Shut up, you just need to tell me to surrender or die!" ”

Someone shouted: "Surrender, we surrender." ”

Maybe it was because that person's prestige in this was relatively high, or maybe this group of people was really afraid, they consciously threw out their weapons, knelt on the ground, pressed their hands on the ground, and lay down.

Angela sighed faintly, the fire flashed in her eyes, after all, there are still people looking for death, no matter what, just use these few to make an example of the monkeys, presumably they will be more obedient.

For dealing with this group of people, Angela does not have a little psychological burden.

The caravans in the desert are famous, known for their ruthlessness.

Everyone knows that desert caravans and desert bandits are equal, and they can change identities at any time.

It's not that there aren't good people in the desert caravans, yes, there are good people, but those good people are well-known and known for their fighting prowess.

After all, the combat effectiveness is not strong, and good people cannot survive in it.

Angela turned her back to the desert caravan and seemed to turn away.

That's when they moved.

A small hand crossbow was raised, and a short crossbow arrow coated with venom made of fine iron was accompanied by the pull of the trigger, and with a bang, it was driven by the bowstring and flew out of the hand crossbow, turning into a black shadow that hit Angela's shoulder.

At the same time, two people rushed out left and right, and with a roll, they picked up the scimitar and shield spear on the ground, and struck Angela left and right.

Angela turned around sharply, the black sword came out of its sheath, rubbed against the scabbard and made a "swish" sound, slapping on the lightning-like crossbow arrow, "ding", the crossbow arrow flew back at a faster speed.