Every time you enter the desert in a group, you must be fully prepared, this is the rule of the desert tribe. Even short journeys are no exception.

Although it was expected that the caravan would not escape for a day before it would be overtaken. But when you're in the desert, you never know what to expect. A sudden sandstorm, or being thwarted by the ferocious beasts of the desert, can trap you for days.

Therefore, it is important to bring adequate supplies before you go out. When you arrive in the desert, you must pay attention to replenishing food and water at any time, even from some special sources.

Each rider brought three days' worth of water and food, prepared a blanket just in case, and tied it to his mount.

"Be careful not to kill the mount again this time," Muhadi said to his counterpart, grim-eyed as he signed a new desert horse from the old man who ran the tribe's livestock. "Especially don't let the lizards bite you to death, those bad guys, the most hated are horses. ”

Muhadi listened to the old man's nonsense, paid for it, and then took the saddle. Speaking of which, not long after he came to the tribe, he had already scrapped a horse and a gray-scaled bird, no wonder the other party was so mouthful.

"No, this time we will act together, we will go and go back, and there will be no more danger. The boy replied.

"Every time someone tries to deceive my lads from me......," said the old man, pointing to his horse, in a dismissive tone, "all say so, and the result? ”

"You're talking to me like a demented old man, aren't you?" the old elf kept babbling, "don't believe me, some lizards just love to eat horses." And it was eaten especially cruelly. I tell you, there are all these lizards there......

Muhadi turned his head and left, and the old elf was still admonishing behind his back. “...... My brother was taken away by a lizard, and the lizard knocked out all his teeth and made a necklace around his neck. It is said that it also made its head into a decoration and hung it in a lizard's nest......"

After joining Fatuma, a group of more than a dozen riders took the lead and made a big circle, ready to go around to the front of the caravan's inevitable path to intercept.

The midday sun was so hot that it was unbearable, and if it weren't for the rush, the Spirit tribe was generally used to traveling at night. The riders formed two columns in a depressed formation and moved silently in the desert.

The air is heated by the sunlight and rises. To the riders, it seemed as if the qiē around them were shaking, twisting, and erratic. But these tough elves and their mounts weren't slowed down by the harsh environment. The scout who led the way relied on the footprints left by camels and people, as well as the feces, to identify the path of the caravan and lead the group to ride quickly.

Muhadi wondered at first how the scouts could recognize the traces of Yurik's caravan with so many caravans leaving. As a result, Fatoumah told him that when he had given them feed for the animals, he had mixed in a lot of nuts that were difficult to digest. It is easy to distinguish from the feces.

The elven pursuers played about four or five hourglasses than the caravan, but because they advanced much faster, they caught up with each other by some time before sunset.

In order to avoid alarming the prey in advance, the pursuers divided into two groups and quietly went around to the front to ambush. After the elves went around a low sand dune, they took out a blanket of felt, draped it over their bodies, and lay down on their stomachs, where others helped to spread the sand and hide it. The mounts also lay on the back of the dunes, quietly waiting for their prey to enter the ambush circle.

Muhadi remembered that the first time he encountered the elves was on a chaser of caravans. Compared to that time, I have changed a lot and have somewhat integrated into the world. Although he is still drifting with the crowd and has not yet found what he really wants to achieve in this world, at least, he has settled down.

Since when did he get used to the name Muhathir instead of his own real name when he was thinking? The boy didn't know how much of the young man from the previous world was left now?

Muhati looked at the elven warriors who were lying in ambush on either side of him, expecting blood and killing, and thought with emotion of the racial vendetta that had lasted for thousands of years between humans and elves in this world. Aisha invites herself to defect from the elven tribe to the human tribe, and the boy remembers the girl's invitation, but he can't make up his mind.

At the bite ceremony, he vowed to be a warrior of the Scorpion tribe, and he fought until he died. If you defect, you can even break the oath you made in front of everyone, so what honor do you have?

Thinking of this, the teenager laughed at himself again, after all, his education and growth experience in the last world for more than ten years are still affecting him. Breaking his oath (Ai Ma Ning?) is hard to forgive himself, no matter how he thinks. Otherwise, if you are a slave warrior, what do you care about, take advantage of the opportunity to escape, and the chance to escape from the desert alive is always three or four percent.

"What are you smiling at?" Fatuma said without saying anything, lip syncing.

"I'm just so excited. Muhadi shook his head and swept away the superfluous affection.

The caravan of the elven merchant of Yurik entered the ambush circle without noticing, and more than twenty guards rode boredly, surrounding the caravan in front and right. More than a hundred peddlers, handymen, unmounted mikes, and slaves bound with leather ropes walked among the guards.

At the center of the caravan are you, two tall, heavy beetles. This terrifying desert insect can grow to the size of an African elephant, a full fifteen feet tall, and countless small thin legs stretch out from its sides, and it moves backwards.

Compared to elephants, this desert insect is obviously much more load-bearing. The two large beetles carried a huge amount of goods and supplies on their backs, and there was even a sedan chair that could sit on the beetles' backs. From a distance, there were people in both sedan chairs.

Aside from the horses ridden by the beetles and the guards, the caravan didn't have many other mounts. A limited number of grey-scaled birds and camels were also used to carry baggage supplies, and most of the caravan members were on foot.

Seeing that his prey was already in place, Fatoumah blew the agreed whistle. A cool whistle instantly rang out from the back of the dunes, echoing over the empty sand.

The people of the caravan were still in doubt, and the elven warriors who had been ambushed on the other side in advance took action. Three or four warriors, led by the five Sharif brothers, rushed out from behind the sand dunes opposite, bent down to shoot arrows, and one by one called the caravan guards.

The frightened merchants gathered around the beetle, and most of the guards rushed in the direction of the elven horse archer. Seeing that there were less than ten attackers, the guards were not too frightened.

Seeing that the guards were lured away, the ambush soldiers on Muhadi's side also screamed, jumped on their mounts, and rushed out with a roar. Faced with this situation, the elves have always been accustomed to compensating for their disadvantages with surprises, brave charges, and doubling their madness.

Muhadi followed the charge, gradually increasing in the volcanic movement of the horses, letting the wind pass by his cheeks, and the scimitar held firmly in the palm of his hand.

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P.S. Friday is Good Friday in Christianity, and Monday is Easter. So I've been playing outside for the past few days, and I only went back to Hong Kong today. I feel so tired.

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