[[[net.com/cc. {0,10}o.{0,10}m.jpg]]] Attas's unique mount, the Grey Scaled Bird

The giant beetles had the size of Asian elephants, their heavy black armor glowing and six thick, powerful legs at their sides. Their compound eyes are yellow-green and the size of a saucer, which makes people feel sick.

The giant beetle seems to have been used as a kind of heavy animal, as each one carries several cargo-like packages on its back, which are held in place with ropes. In addition to the shell beetles, there are several strange mounts in the caravan. There is a hairless roadbird that looks like an enlarged version of an ostrich. There is also a large gecko-like lizard, each carrying several people on its back.

Seeing the riders approaching, the caravan's scouts immediately raised the alarm, and everyone, including the Beatles' riders, jumped into the sand in a loose line, seemingly intending to resist to the end.

"Kill them all!" ordered the leader majestically, speeding up his horse and rushing forward. The riders shouted loudly and rushed towards each other with Muhadi in their arms.

"Kill!" led the way, swinging his sword and slashing at a young man dressed as a warrior in the line column, who did not dare to directly confront the horsepower, and flashed slightly, but was still slow, and was cut off by the leader The right hand holding the sword.

However, this young guard was extremely tough, and although his right hand was broken, he used his intact left hand to catch the falling knife. At this time, the second rider also arrived, and the guards hurriedly blocked, but they were cut to the ground by the whole person, and then several riders trampled mercilessly.

Muhati felt that the other party was probably some innocent businessman and traveler, and that his side was clearly a robbery bandit. Although he is not a soft-hearted person, he is still extremely resistant to joining the killing himself. This is different from last night's duel, where both sides are voluntary, and the poor people in front of them are apparently passively accepting the fate of being robbed and killed. Looking around, each rider seemed to be fully engaged in the fight. But Muhadi felt that several watchful eyes were on him from time to time, and it was clear that the elven herdsmen did not fully trust themselves and were observing their appearance. According to Earth, this battle should be considered a vote.

There were quite a few people in the caravan, more than a hundred, several times more than the number of nomadic riders in Muhadi's place. But nearly half of them are women, and there are a few children, so naturally they are completely unable to resist. The elven riders carefully adjusted their rhythm, sometimes rushing on horseback, sometimes cunning to keep their distance, drawing their backcurve bows and weakening their opponents little by little with cold arrows.

In every part, the riders were careful to maintain their superiority in numbers, and every caravan escort had to face scimitars slashed from several directions. When everyone fell, the riders mercilessly urged their horses to trample on them, in case someone pretended to be dead. The scene was utterly chaotic, with some brave guards trying in vain to protect the people around them, others forming small formations of three or four people back-to-back to cover each other.

Women, and even children, took up arms to resist, in vain with daggers, fists, and even teeth and nails, and then one by one they were chopped down from behind. Some women smash the baby in their arms into the blade in the rider's hand, and then rush up desperately to hug the other party and drag the horse down, just to win a chance for the man next to him to kill the enemy.

Although a few riders were injured, the elves still had the upper hand. Muhadi saw that several riders' watches were particularly eye-catching, and the slightly old leader was wielding his knife as if it were an extension of his own arm, and almost none of them missed. Fatuma also uses a knife in one hand and a dagger in the other, she is short, and can only attack on horseback, but she is surprisingly fast, making it almost impossible to catch. The young man who had encouraged Muhadi with a smile was also very powerful, and his scimitar was so clever and mysterious that it was almost impossible to guard against. As for Hassan, he probably because of a wrist injury, although the scimitar wielded wide open and closed, the momentum was overwhelming, but the opponent was always narrowly avoided by the opponent, only wounding the enemy but not fatal.

Muhadi himself pretended to fight, but he only wandered around the fringes and picked out a few wounded guards. The great male horse under his crotch was so powerful that he galloped and easily overturned the enemy, and Muhadi sat on the horse with almost no threat.

In less than three minutes, the whole battle was settled, and only a few places still wore the sound of shouting and fighting.

Fatumah caught up with a child who was desperately running into the depths of the desert and knocked him down without mercy. With a twitch in his heart, Muhadi chased after him. "Fatoumah!"

"What, what's wrong?" the girl narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy, "there's no blood on your body...... And there aren't many on the knife either. ”

"I'm not very good at fighting right away, and I've only dealt with a few guards on the periphery. "That's true, judging by the average level of these elven nomads, if he had fought a duel with Hassan yesterday, it would not have been Muhadi who would have survived.

"Forget it, it's good that you're not hurt. Fatumah trampled the fallen corpse again. At this distance, Muhadi could see clearly that the corpse on the ground was not a child, but more like a miniature version of an adult. "Gnomes?"

"Halfling. You idiot. Even the amnesia is not so complete. I wonder what kind of environment you grew up in, you can't be the son of some witch king, some prince?"

What is the Witch King? Muhathir didn't understand anything. I had to change the subject. "Then why are we going after these people?"

"I don't know," Fatoumah said, "I don't care. 'Red Hand' Stitch took the job. I'll just do it, whatever the reason is. ”

It turned out that the leader's name was Steqi, and Muhathir asked again, "So what now, are we going to retreat like this?"

Fatuma sighed, she sighed beautifully, "You really don't understand anything, my slave. Now we naturally have to collect the loot and dispose of the corpses. ”

"Although the job received is to kill all the people, but since the people are dead, then everything here will naturally belong to us. This is also one of the rewards of the mission. ”

Muhadi listened attentively and suddenly noticed some movement coming from a broken caravan wagon just behind Fatoumah. "Be careful!"

A short arrow shot out of the wagon and headed straight for Fatoumah, and the maiden, hearing the warning, hurriedly bent down, narrowly dodging the blow.

Muhadi jumped off his horse, stepped forward quickly, and lifted the broken curtain of the truck with a scimitar, "What man?!"

An emaciated figure leaped out, and Muhadi didn't have time to think about it, throwing the scimitar in his hand. The man was hit by the back of the knife, screamed in pain, and fell to the side.

It was a girl, Muhadi looked in surprise at the attacker lying on the ground, she was quite delicate, wearing a well-fitting linen dress, and her eyes were full of hatred and rage. The girl was about to struggle to her feet, but Fatoumah whipped her with a horsewhip and fell to her knees trembling.

"What a pretty chick. Fatoumah praised, "Well done, Muhadi, it seems that you know the Patron." This chick has rewarded you, so ride it as you like. But remember to be fast, we're going to pull it out before dark. ”

"It's mine?" Muhati didn't grasp the situation for a moment, "Didn't Stitch order them all to be killed?"

"You don't understand anything, my slave. "She's yours now, and you can ride her and enjoy her as much as you like." But when we pull out, we will naturally bear her. ”

The girl on her knees listened to the exchange with a shudder, tears of mixed anger and fear rolling down the sand. Fatumah continued, "It looks like this chick is beautiful, but she doesn't have any meat, even if she can't clean it up when it's time to pull it out." ”

"How?" said Muhadi, confused.

"The head was cut off, and then the muscle and fat were removed. There is a great shortage of food in the desert, and in the event of a major sandstorm, we will not run out of food. ”

"You eat human flesh?" Muhati asked in shock.

"Of course, we're a nomadic tribe of elves. Fatuma replied proudly, "But what you said is not comprehensive, we don't just eat humans, elves, halflings we also eat." Now that you've joined our tribe, you'll have to learn a little bit in the future. ”

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