"Enchanted ......"

The night wind is strong, the curtain tent is blowing in the wind, the wick in the center of the lamp in the tent is slightly scorched, and the black feather sits elegantly on the throne, and the black feather fan is gently fanning.

"The left and right officials were defeated by a blow, and the subordinates saw it with their own eyes." The burqa covered his head, making it impossible to see the man's face, and his voice was hoarse and old, "That spiritual power is ferocious and violent, and it is the same as the method of cultivating on this island."

"The officials on the left and right are all cultivators of the Demon Realm and hold the Holy Treasure Mountain and Sea Pen given by the island owner himself, so they will not be able to defeat the ...... with one blow" Hei Yu got up and lifted the curtain, he stood on the bow of the big ship docked in the desert, raised his eyes and looked out, "Speculation, this person should be a cultivator of the Fifth Realm."

The man in the robe walked out, he stood behind Hei Yu, pondered for a moment, and then said hesitantly, "At that time, the spiritual power was too violent, and although the subordinates realized that there was a deviation, that person should be a cultivator of the fourth realm."

"Oh?" Black Feather smiled with interest, and he tilted his head slightly, "Why?"

"It's that sword ......" The eyes in the burqa trembled faintly, "The killing intent and demonic energy all emanated from the sword, and it seemed to ...... There's a demon fetus bestowed on it!"

"The sword is born of ignorance, this is a spiritual creature that is born and raised." Black Feather looked at the endless darkness of the sky and said in the howling cold wind, "You take my order and go to inform the Lord of the Amorous Pavilion, and let her go to Chongdu to find out the whereabouts of this sword and its master."

The burqa-man lowered his head, then looked up and asked, "Sword or human?"

"Those who are on the same path have the same end, and those who can control such spiritual creatures should naturally be recruited to the island. Still." Black Feather's smile was a little thicker, "If you don't obey, the sun will be alone, and you will be quick after killing."

The man in the burqa nodded, and then saw his body soar into the air, and a gossip astrolabe flew out of the robe, and he stepped on the astrolabe, shrouded in inky black air, and quickly escaped into the night, disappearing without a trace.

Black Feather looked at the night and smiled freely, muttering, "Demon Sword...... Worship the Lord, or obey the Lord?"

The big ship was sliding slightly at an angle, and the quicksand at the bottom of the boat was pushed forward by the wind blowing all night, and the big ship seemed to be still in the middle of the sea, floating and swaying.

The Cana warriors on the deck gathered around the campfire to keep warm, singing the songs of Cana. At this moment, a soldier stepped on the cabin and made a muffled creaking sound, and then went straight to the bow of the ship.

"Master, the two captives agreed." The Cana warriors fell to one knee, "and they agreed to lead the way for the warriors of their masters."

"What about the number of desert outlaws?" Black Feather didn't turn around, and the white hand shook the feather fan as if to soften the wind a lot, "Did they say that?"

"No, he insisted that his master see with his own eyes." The Cana warrior spoke with two fingers to his eyes, "but I would like to be the eyes of my master to confirm all that he says."

"Take your clan and let them take you to the heart of the desert." Black Feather turned around and walked to the tent and lifted the curtain, "Kill all those who resist, and bring back all the slaves who surrendered."

The Cana warrior clenched his fist and slammed the armor on his chest, and he raised his eyes with a burning and adoring gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

The Cana warrior turned and hurried down into the cabin, the hull of the ship made of new wood on all sides, and the wood had a damp smell when it was detached from the moisture of the sea.

He danced in the cabin with a torch, and the flames whirred and illuminated the two men who were tied to the pillars.

The faces of both of them were gloomy, one of them was disheveled, but his resolute face was stubborn and unyielding. When he looked up, the long hair on his forehead stopped between his eyes, and those eyes glared straight at the Cana warrior.

"The master has granted your request. Your lives are in my hands." The Cana warrior looked the man in the eye with contempt, "Slave, your name."

The man raised his head and said, "Burigood."

"Burigood, you're going to show me the way." The Cana warrior cut his rope, "You resist, you die."

"I swear in the name of the sacred 'Talaten' that I will take you to witness the central court of the desert." Břigood clasped his hands together and looked up in reverence at the desert night in the gap between the iron locks on the deck, "I swear."

"And you." The Cana warrior held a short sword and picked

Standing up and lowering the chin of the man with the head hanging down, "You will go with us, and when we conquer the entire desert, you will lead us to the empire of the Zheng people, and you will be our guide."

The flames of the torches swayed by, illuminating the dry pillars, and the dense barnacles showed sharp corners of the shells in the light of the fire because of the dry air.

As the flames approached, the Cana warrior kicked the man who had not answered, and the man raised his head in a daze, and the green silk on his forehead covered his face, but the moment his eyes were raised, reflecting the small and endless flames.

The Cana warrior looked down at him and asked, "Your name."

The man looked directly at the Cana warrior through the twisted and flickering flames, and his dry lips moved slightly, and said, "Cross the river."

The rope was cut, and Jiaohe slowly stood up with his back against the ship's pillar. He stumbled suddenly, showing signs of falling.

Burigood hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him, but Jiaohe waved his hand to stop him, and immediately relied on his own strength, holding on to his tense muscles to stand firm.

"Let's go."

The Cana warriors led the two out of the cabin, they were not bound hands, but along the way, more and more Cana warriors gradually joined the team, and in just a few moments, behind the lonely two, it seemed to gather into an army of tens of thousands of people.

It was dark in the desert at this time, the wind was very strong, and the clothes were fluttering and drumming, and Burigood looked up at the starry sky in the night, where the stars were infinitely close to him, and he looked at the stars and suddenly laughed, and said, "I never thought that I would lead another group of enemies with the enemy towards my homeland."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiaohe, his expression was relaxed, the wind and sand brushed his dark skin, and Burigood seemed to melt into the deep yellow sand, making people unable to see his face.

"I never thought about it." Jiaohe didn't look at Burigood, he allowed himself to stare ahead, "There is only permanent killing between the enemy and the enemy. I have seen corpses all over the ground in the earthen city of Biansai, and it is you who have slain innocent people, robbed them of their clothes, taken away their food, and left the ground full of corpses and blood." "So don't expect me to be a talker with you on this path, you are my enemy, just like those behind me."

"Hmph." "This is our way of being, the desert is such a land, the strong will take away what he wants, and it is our mercy to give the weak death. As for what you said...... Hearthearted." He tilted his head slightly, "I don't understand what this is—"

"So you can keep your mouth shut." Jiaohe interrupted him, wheezing more as he walked, "Or I'll shut it for you."

"You're a ruthless person, you know? Still." He approached the river as he went, "You are weak and need water and food." He smelled the blood on Jiao He as he got closer, "Otherwise, you'd have had a hard time keeping me shut, forever."

Jiaohe looked sideways at him as if threatened, but Burigood had quickened his pace ahead of him.

The wind blew hard in the night, the sand flew all over the sky, and the fire that spread away was long and meandering, and the flames of the hunting that were blown by the wind lit up the ranks of the warriors of Cana.

"Tell me the way." Captain Cana approached and asked Burigood, "How far and how long do you have to go?"

"It takes eight suns and moons to get from where we set out to the center of the desert." Burigood raised his hands and clasped his two thumbs, "If the great Talaton had watched us, it would have allowed us to spend these eight days and months in peace."

"A safe time?" Captain Cana grabbed him by the neck and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon." Břigood stepped on the sand under his feet, "Soon."

Captain Cana tightened his collar and looked closer, saying, "You have hidden a secret, don't try to escape, I will kill you." He shook his neck to signal the long line behind him, "They'll too."

"I noticed." Břigood stared at the dagger at his waist, "I'll remember what you said."

The captain of Cana pushed him the neck, and the wind and sand were even stronger. As the procession marched, everyone leaned forward slightly to avoid being blown down by the wind, and some covered their mouths and noses with coarse cloths to block the wind and sand

Others put their hands in front of their foreheads.

But the wind and sand became more and more violent, Jiaohe only felt that his feet were getting heavier and heavier when he walked, his forehead was sweating white, his lips were pale, and when he was wheezing violently on his chest, the painful wound on his back gradually came with a sharp pain.

"Dig in the sand!" Burigood stopped where he was, turned his head and shouted in the wind, "We have to dig up the sand!"

Captain Cana approached in the wind, he had not heard what Buzhigood was saying, and only when he came to Buzhigood did he shout, "What did you say?"

"It's a sandstorm!" Pointing to the dark night sky, "Dig the sand, everyone hide in the bunker!"

"Digging the Sand !!"

The captain of Cana shouted in Canaian, and the warriors delivered the message verbally, digging through the sand with their swords and shields. The sand was thick beneath their feet, but it was not as soft as it had been on the road they had traveled.

Jiaohe and Burigood were digging in the sand together, and as he was digging a hole, he asked, "You knew the sandstorm was coming, didn't you?" That's why you got here and asked the Canadians to dig up the sand, and the sand here is very thick, but it won't be covered by the wind and sand so quickly when you dig it up." Chinese Net

"Didn't you tell me to shut up?" Břigood lowered his head and dug into the sand, "Can I speak now?"

Jiaohe glared at him, then Gu Zi dug up the sand and said, "Whatever you want."

Burigood grinned with his white teeth, and then said as he dug in the sand, "I grew up living in the desert, and I could sense the arrival of a sandstorm just by the smell of the wind." He pointed to the rumbling of the night in the distance, "I knew it tonight on the big ship, but the Canadians would not allow us to stop." He leaned closer to Chaojiaohe and lifted his chin, and said teasingly, "You should thank me for saving your life."

The Canadians did not leave them with weapons or shields, and they had to dig the sand with their hands.

Jiaohe scraped the sand and said, "It's flattened."

Burigood smiled, and he nodded.