The horseman stood up and nearly threw the robber off his back.

This is not over, a few more javelins flew by, these javelins were terrifyingly accurate, and suddenly two horses fell, and two people were pierced by javelins.

Not to be outdone, the robbers used throwing knives, javelins, bows and arrows.

For a time, the two sides came and went, and all kinds of weapons were shuttling back and forth between the two sides.

Puff puff!

The blade enters the flesh, and the blood blooms.

A camel screamed, fell to its knees, and threw off the warriors of the Agreus Warband.

The warriors of the warband were extremely strong, and as soon as they landed, they raised their shields, drew their javelins, and threw them.

With a neigh, a horse was pierced by a javelin and fell to the ground, and the robber on his back flew out and rubbed and slid on the ground.

"Reinforcements!"

Sophial turned the camel's head and roared loudly.

Arca bent his bow and struck one of the robbers in the head.

The robber fell backwards, his foot stuck in the saddle, dragged by his horse to the ground and galloped out, passing the warriors of the warband.

The iron palm drove the camel and collided with a robber, how the horse was the opponent of the camel, not to mention being hit by the waist, howling and rolling out, and the robber on his back was twisted off the head in the rolling.

A robber roared past, a scimitar slashing across a snow-white stretch.

Iron Palm held a spear and pierced the robber with a condescending spear before he could get close.

After doing all this, the iron palm roared, and the other warband warriors moved closer to him, and several people rushed side-by-side, like erasers, wiping the bandits who tried to kill the warband warriors who fell to the ground on the sand, leaving a blood-red patch.

"Ahh

With a scream, one of the warband warriors almost fell off the camel's back, but fortunately he grabbed the hump in time and didn't really fall.

His face was distorted and looked pained.

Looking down further, at his knee, an arrow swayed along with the ups and downs of his knee, and it turned out that he had been hit by an arrow in his knee.

"Drink!"

Sophia stabbed a spear and stabbed a robber who had staggered past her under the horse, and then grabbed the whip leaning against her feet, and with a snap, the whip wrapped around the neck of one of the robbers and dragged him under the horse, rubbing and dragging him on the ground.

The robber struggled to turn over, cut off the whip with a single sword, and struggled to get up, but was hit in the eye by an arrow that peeked through the back of the head.

The robber fell to his knees and slowly fell.

A robber and Sophia staggered, and the robber suddenly disappeared from Sophia's vision, and Sophia missed a spear, followed by a body that quickly fell downward.

The screams of the camels were heard, and one of the camel's legs flew out, and the blood stained the yellow sand on the ground red, shining in the sun.

Sophia landed on the ground and rolled to her feet, not seeing that the robber who had staggered with him had quickly turned his horse's head and rushed towards him with a scimitar.

Sophia calmed down and thrust her spear out.

I saw that the robber suddenly turned over, ready to repeat his old trick again, and hid in the belly of the horse.

Who knows, Sophia suddenly shook her spearhead, and it was a little down.

The horse flew, and Sophia turned to the side and let the horse fly.

Bang!

A cloud of yellow sand rose, and a figure flew out, rolling on the ground in embarrassment.

Sophia rushed forward and greeted her with a dazzling sword, but halfway through the guess, the knife was already scattered, and when she looked closely, it turned out to be a palm holding a scimitar spraying blood flying in the air.

At that moment, Sophia stabbed out a spear and pierced it precisely into the wrist holding the knife.

Then, the spear pierced the opponent's throat like a bamboo.

His eyes were glazed, and the robber was foaming blood, looking at Sophia in a trance, allowing his body to be provoked by the spear.

"Tsk! It turned out to be a small vulture. ”

Looking at the gray feathers on the robber's shoulders, Sophia sneered and withdrew her spear, and the body fell to the ground without the support of the spear.

Heavy losses, coupled with the death of the leader, the robbers no longer had the courage to flee in all directions.

Sophia didn't pursue, she shouted to kill all the bandits, but she only shouted.

During this time, the camels could not catch up with the horses, and the other party was very experienced, and the scattering made it impossible for them to pursue, and there were already wounded between them and needed urgent medical attention.

"Clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded." Sophia ran towards a group of unowned horses and shouted, "We need to get out of here quickly." ”

"Ah......h

A desolate howl rang out, and the horse's hooves rolled up smoke and rushed dozens of feet into the sky.

In the sky, vultures hover.

On the sand, horses' hooves trampled it.

As the desolate howls ended, the horses gradually came to a halt under the control of the robbers.

A thin, dark-skinned man wrapped in a thick turban and dressed in a gray-and-white robe stood out from the crowd.

The camera zooms in, and I see that this person has rough skin, wrinkles, age spots under the turban, hooked nose, deep sunken eye sockets, and a pair of gray and cloudy eyes inside, plus the hair and beard are all white, which proves that this is a weathered old man.

He is the old vulture.

"Father!"

The two robbers stood beside a corpse, and when they saw the old vulture coming, they quickly lowered their heads and shouted softly.

If you look closely, you will see that these two robbers are stronger than the robbers around them, and they have gray feathers stuck to their shoulders.

Like the corpse on the ground, they were one of the 13 sons of the old vulture, so they called the old vulture "father" and the old vulture called them "sons".

The other robbers, on the other hand, are called "Daddy" and they are always called "children".

The old vulture fell to his knees, stretched out his fingers tremblingly, closed his dead eyes, picked up the hot yellow sand, and poured it on the face of the corpse on the ground.

"O son, my son ......"

The old vulture burst into tears, pulled out his dagger, cut open the corpse's chest and abdomen, pulled out your intestines, and spread him flat on the sand.

"Hmm...... Oh......"

In the desolate roar, the old vulture stood up, the tears on his face had evaporated, his face was expressionless, like the cold ice on the snowy mountain, he took a few steps back, and coldly watched the vulture in the sky fall, devouring the corpse on the ground.

"My son can't die in vain."

The old man's cloudy eyes rolled slightly, and he looked around at the people around him: "My children, all of them will go out and block the entire city of Akeam, and kill all the people you see, until ten days later, my son's soul will return to the Great Snow Mountain." ”

"Hmm...... Oh......"

Amid the desolate roar, the robbers scattered with their 12 remaining sons, leaving behind only dissected corpses and cheerful vultures.

The bandits of the Vulture Bandit Regiment believe that when they die, their bodies will be devoured by the vultures, and their souls will accompany the vultures back to the Great Snow Mountain to enjoy eternal peace.

Therefore, they are not afraid of death, they are only afraid of fire, because the flames will burn their bodies and turn their bodies into ashes, and their souls will not be able to return to the Great Snow Mountain, and they will never have peace.