The endurance of camels is more than that of horses, and the top speed is not much different.

So in the end, Amin's horse team could only watch Wu Xin disappear into the horizon.

"That's pretty much! Damn it! "It was a man on horseback wrapped in silk, with a peculiar countenance, small eyes and a large mouth, a small head and a chin almost twice as wide as the top of his head.

As he roared, saliva fell to the ground.

'Don't, don't.........' Sazastan, who was buried in the sand, had just come out of the sand when he was stained with a mouthful of disgusting saliva, 'saliva! Slobber! Slobber! ’

The liquid, which was obviously powerless, made Sazastan feel that he had a headache that was about to crack, and of course he didn't have a headache..........

'This disgusting half-ogre, I'm going to make you pay, pay, pay. Sazastan just changed the underground waterways and paid a lot of price, except that his jaw disappeared again, and there was a crack in his skull, he said it easily, but he didn't want to worry Wu Xin. "This kid's strength is good, he has reached the elite level, and he can help me with my head." ’

Even if the existence has just crossed the elite threshold, it is already a first-line figure of small and medium-sized forces, even in the top forces such as Spain and the Ottoman Empire, except for a few mages who are extremely resistant to the battlefield and have no pharmaceutical and alchemy capabilities, each of the elite-level combat power is a figure with a head and a face.

But even if the situation is extremely bad now, Sazastan is not afraid, and only treats them as a big meal.

Unaware of his situation, the half-ogre looked at his sweaty mount and hatefully pulled up a drow elf sitting behind him: "Say, where is your tribe?" ”

"It should be right here, I don't know ............" This female drow elf finally escaped from Wu Xin's attack with the tribal mage, but in less than half a day, she fell into the enemy's attack again.

The mage who took them thought it was reinforcements, and for a time they had the joy of the rest of their lives, but the enemy immediately turned his face after asking Wu Xin about their whereabouts.

The mages who fled with them were hacked to death with knives, and they were already the old and weak of the tribe, so they had no choice but to surrender.

The nomads killed most of their captives at once, and they brought the corpses with them, apparently to be used as military rations.

Fortunately, she is full of exotic scenery from a human perspective, so she was taken south with several equally beautiful women, Drow.

"You little, you are clearly a believer in Rose's big, and you want to play with you Uncle Yusuf?" He said as he lifted the head of the female drow.

"No, no, no, I also believe in the Lord of the Stars and Moon, no, no, ah!!!!!!!!!!!!" The Drow Elf showed a terrified look in his eyes, which made Yusuf extremely excited, and he pressed it directly against the Drow Elf's face, and his big mouth opened and bit her eyes!

"Ah!!!!h

There is no point in beauty and pleading.

Drow's screams came to an abrupt end, and the half-ogre bit her cheek.

She could also see a thick, prickly tongue burrowing through her eyes.

At that moment, a large, rough palm covered her skull, and with a flick of her index finger, Drow's skull was smashed like a walnut, ending her pain.

A tongue almost the thickness of a human arm burrowed into the skull, and with a single hook, it carried all the contents of the skull into a hole twice the size of Yusuf's mouth.

His teeth were out of the way, and he only stirred with his tongue, but he did not rush to swallow, like a long snake shuttling through a cave.

After tasting it for a long time, the tongue reluctantly let go, allowing the brain to slowly slide into the depths of the big hole.

"Hoo ........."

The tongue swept over the teeth, wiping out the remaining brain residue from them, and then a terrible stench and a lingering hiccup came from the depths of the cavern.

Then the huge rough palm was raised, and Yusuf gave Yusuf a slam on the head: "You waste, you can't use a fork to pick out your eyes and eat first?" With such a tender brain, you can only eat cold. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Papa, I'm so hungry." Yusuf is completely free of the ferocity just now, and looks like a good baby. "Her eyes look so mysterious, I'm afraid she'll fly away suddenly."

"He's just a brain-dead, rotten wood, rotten wood." Another knight, who looked about the same as him, scolded him with a grin.

"How many times have I told you to be respectful to your father and humble to your brother. I don't move the chopsticks when eating, and you are not allowed to move, good things have to be shared with my brother, after so many years, even a dog understands the truth. Armin the Brain Drinker said as he tossed the rest of the female drow to the rider of the gang, and waved his hand to signal that he could eat. Look at your brother, he knows more about etiquette, talks more about civilization, and eats cleanly, unlike you, who always loses an eye. ”

Abu Amin the Heartlust threw himself to the ground and pulled out Drow's heart, struggling to endure his father's strange dogma.

As always, the chewiness of his heart and the bitterness of his blood comforted his restless mind.

He chewed as he pondered when this damn mission would end.

It was also the first time he had gone deep into the Sahara, and although the area where he used to operate was also a desert environment, the place by the Nile was a paradise compared to this place.

He just wanted to go to Tunisia as soon as possible to participate in the civil war and eat a lot of delicious hearts, and he really didn't want to get involved in this unfortunate task.

He enjoyed the heart in his mouth as he thought about the powerful heart, not noticing that a red skeleton was luculating little by little from the sand beneath his feet.

"Papa, when will we turn back, further south we will enter the Burning Sea, we are getting farther and farther away from Tunisia." It is the wood Yusuf that is not worth carving that speaks.

"Kill half of the captives, then squeeze out all the blood, and kill another camel." His father gave orders to his subordinates, who were almost all of ogre blood, and in the wailing of the captives, he gave his son another head down. "Sultan Xurem has an order, don't we dare to come? And the benefits she gave were so great that she promised us that we would get a big city in the Sultanate of Tunisia, and that with the territory we would not be hunters, but farmers. ”

"What's so good about a farmer?" Yusuf did not understand his father's parable at all.

"Yes, it's best to be a hunter, what kind of farmer?"

"Don't be a farmer, a farmer has no meat to eat."

Other subordinates also objected.

Although they were afraid of their leader, they couldn't help it when they heard that they were going to be farmers.

"Hey." Amin sighed, possessing the rare wisdom of his clan made him a little lonely. "Don't talk about this, you have to know that although your father and I were from the Ottoman Empire more than ten years ago, after all, we took refuge later, and now we are not the key internal response, if you want to mix well in the future, you must hug a thigh."

Speaking of this, he suddenly gave himself a slap in the face, then knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing in the northeast direction: "Caliph atonement, caliph atonement, Sultan Xurem's thigh is yours, I will never dare to be delusional, I will never dare to be delusional." ”

While he was nervously repentant, he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his good boy who loved to eat his heart.

Armin suddenly felt a crisis in his heart, he rolled on the spot, and then shouted: "The star moon is big!" ”

Accompanied by the holy word, a filthy undercurrent gushed out of his mouth, and suddenly blew away his son's ** who had lost his soul.

Armin knew that he was going to face a Zhenguo mage who had been rampant in the world for decades, so he directly used a full force blow, and what he spewed out was the evil that had been brewing in his stomach for a long time, even if it ate so many brains, it wouldn't be used a few times.

Although Sazastan had been prepared and immediately drilled under the sand, the evil thing was not blocked by the sand, and directly passed through several meters to envelop Sazastan.

is completely different from the dirt that ordinary ogres can spew, and the things that Brain Drinker Armin spews out are condensed with countless brains, not for the poison of **, but specifically for the infection of the spirit.

It was this trick that made Sultan Xurem decide to let him deal with Sazastan, who had become a lich, and also sent an envoy to give him a treasure specially to enhance this ability, which was in Amin's stomach at this time.

Sazastan has killed countless people in his life, both national and private, and most of the hatred has long been buried by him and his enemies, but these people who died at his hands for various reasons seem to be cursed together by this evil.

Even a character like Sazastan wants to use the strongest magic at all costs to extinguish the voice.

But Sazastan finally restrained himself and continued to drill down against the whispers that made him delirious.

Although Amin knew that his blow was extremely powerful, it was no surprise that Sazastan was able to escape.

He never thought that he could kill the red-robed mage Sazastan who had been famous for decades with a single blow.

His second blow followed, and a long hook of flesh came out from under his mantle, hooking towards Sazarstan in the sand.

If it was a human body to face this move, Sazastan would have to be nervous, but Sazastan is not afraid of this move now

He dodged quite easily, speeding away under the cover of the sand.

"**Myra, you take ten elite people and Yusuf to the south, I will give you twenty horses, twenty camels, don't think about the loss, be sure to capture the side branch warlock of the warlock royal family alive."

"The others will pursue Sazastan with me, and if I kill him, I will hope for the kingdom, and then human flesh will be like an ear of wheat in that field, and you will not want to eat it."

Amin's arrangement was watertight, taking into account the distribution of supplies and strength to the greatest extent possible, and finally boosting morale.

As a half-ogre, how can he not have some real skills in a world where humans occupy a dominant position?