Vansey panted as she navigated the alpaca, occasionally looking back at the trail of her pursuers, and behind her lay a wounded Peggy. The alpaca was jolting and shaking, and she could only hold on to Fansi tightly, not daring to let go.

The yellow sand was long, and the smoke and dust raised by the pursuers could already be seen in the distance, and at that moment Peggy's heart swelled with despair.

"Miss Peggy, are you okay?" Van Si urged the alpaca to pick up speed, but the pursuers were getting closer.

Peggy had lost so much blood that she had begun to feel dizzy in her brain, "Fansy, I'...... I'm scared ......."

"Don't worry! They can't catch up. ”

Van Si whispered comforting, but comforting words were often fictional.

Harold and his men were battle-hardened mercenaries, and while they weren't as skilled as Lydia, they were also top-notch riders.

Is it really a catastrophe this time?

Fancy looked up into the distance in despair, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Sand.

Wind and sand in the sky.

Wild wind and sand suddenly blew up in the desert, rolling up a majestic sand and obscuring everyone's view.

The wind and sand grew bigger and stronger, and Paige couldn't see anything clearly in front of her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth, and she cried bitterly, "Fanxi, what should I do?" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Fancy patted her lightly on the shoulder, "It's okay, trust me!" ”

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During the sandstorm, Harold and the knights were so blown by the wind and sand that they could barely open their eyes.

"Be on guard!" Harold reminded the crowd.

In the distance, the dull sound of a herd of alpacas stepping on the sand could be heard in the wind and sand, and the footsteps were hurried and fast.

Harold was uneasy and hurriedly asked, "How far have we been chasing?" ”

One of his subordinates replied, "It's about twenty miles." ”

"Damn it!" Harold suddenly remembered that Buxiao had told him that he could only pursue fifteen miles, and now he heard the pace of the alpaca cavalry, obviously in an ambush.

Harold hurriedly shouted: "Slow down, prepare to retreat!" ”

I saw a pirate's flag faintly waving in the wind and sand. A man in a black robe holding a Deepscepter and riding an alpaca muttered words that seemed to be directing the wind and sand that shrouded Harold and the knights.

"Ironbeard Pirates!" Harold screamed, "Quick, get out!" ”

It seemed too late to escape, and a red figure flew out of the sandstorm, like a blood-colored butterfly, wielding a soft whip sword in his hand, and slashed at Harold's neck.

The whip sword looks like a whip, but in fact there are two blades on each section. A whip would leave a bloody streak at most, and if you were hit by this thing, your head would be separated from your body.

Harold quickly swung his axe to block, but the whip sword entangled the weapon and suddenly dragged it backwards, his body suddenly lost his balance, and he almost fell off the chocobo!

He scolded angrily, his legs quickly clamped the chocobo's belly, stabilized his body, quickly turned the direction, and pulled hard, but dragged the female warrior on the opposite side off the alpaca.

The black-robed man hurriedly formed a handprint, and as soon as the soul flame ignited, the wind and sand immediately turned into several blades, and quickly attacked Harold.

"Kill them!" The pirates shouted in unison and rushed towards them.

Harold sneered at the halberd and sneered, "You guys look down on me too much for 'Winter Hell'. Open your eyes to the pirates today! ”

With that, he waved the axe halberd in his hand and recited the incantation, and the soul flames around him burst out. Listen to him shout: the frost is frozen!

An icy cold wind suddenly poured out in all directions, instantly covering the entire sandstorm. The extremely cold ice cubes were like stars rushing towards the incoming pirates, and those who came into contact were instantly frozen, standing like a group of statues in the sandstorm.

Unexpectedly, although Harold is a military general, he also has the strength of magic master-level soul arts.

The pirates' eyes were full of horror, and they didn't know what to do for a while. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harold led the team to turn around and run!

"Stop......" From afar, he seemed to hear the red-clad warrior shouting something.

But for Harold, none of this matters, and his years as a mercenary have taught him a truth: living is the last word, and running if you can't beat it is the king.

The other pirates did not dare to enter, so they could only watch Harold and the others rush out of the sandstorm and flee in the direction of Heather.

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When Harold and the cavalry returned to the barracks, Lydia was waiting on the road on a landing bird.

"Sorry, I couldn't catch up with them." Harold, who failed to complete the mission, felt uneasy, "I didn't expect to encounter a group of pirates in the desert. ”

Lydia, however, just smiled,

"It doesn't matter, it's good that you came back in time!" She looked in the direction of the stable, "Come on, your unique skills are needed here." ”

When Harold walked into the stable, he was greeted by a tragic picture: a man and a woman slumped in a half-man-high iron cage. Their eyes were blank, their expressions glazed, and their hands and feet were tightly tied together in chains. The ground was covered with their excrement, and it smelled of a foul smell.

Harold couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose: "What's going on?" ”

"Sand Star." Bu Xiao stood aside with a crow staff in his hand.

Apparently, after ordering his men to put Arlo and Maggie in this cage, he completely forgot about them.

Lydia pinched her nose and explained, "This cage is too small, I'm afraid I'll hurt them if I break the chains, so I'll have to trouble you." ”

As if he had found another opportunity to express himself, Harold hurriedly took out the lock-picking tool from his waist bag: "Don't worry, even if it's on me." ”

The cages were opened, and the chains were thrown to the ground one after the other. Lydia dragged the two out of the cage with the stench, but sadly, Maggie was no longer breathing when she was dragged out.

Lydia sighed and looked back without smiling. I thought he would show sympathy, but I didn't expect him to cast a murderous eye, which scared Lydia into a cold war.

Buxiao looked at Maggie's corpse indifferently, "It's good to be poisoned by yourself." ”

Harold and Lydia shook their heads in confusion.

He didn't laugh and said, "What I left in the well is the poison she put on Fili." ”

Ah Luo looked in a trance, "Impossible, impossible!" Maggie knows how to detoxify, I know she knows how to detoxify! ”

Buxiao said indifferently: "She may be able to detoxify, but her body has been devoured by the forbidden spell." You're just seriously ill when you drink the toxin-diluted well water, and she's ......"

The words that don't laugh seem to have stabbed a sharp sword in Ah Luo's heart: "I said it, and I bear the consequences." ”

Aro broke down, holding his beloved woman, tears streaming uncontrollably. He couldn't believe that his beloved had left him.

"Maggie! I'm sorry! It's all my greed, it's all my fault! ”

Arrow said sorry over and over again, but to no avail, Maggie had closed her eyes. He held Maggie's hand tightly, as if he wanted to feel a little more warmth, but the miracle didn't happen.

He looked at Maggie's cold corpse, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

A gust of wind and sand blew in the distance, making a rustling sound. Ah Luo suddenly raised his head: "Maggie...... Are you there? ”

Perhaps he had seen some hallucination, and struggled to his feet, staggering toward the desert. Lydia tried to reach out to stop him, but was pulled back by no smile.

Watching the grieving figure disappear into the dust, Lydia cautiously asked, "Isn't it cruel not to laugh?" ”

Not smiling at Lydia's eyes, "They didn't think about cruelty when they poisoned others. ”

Lydia wanted to refute something, but suddenly remembered the agreement she had made with them.

Could it be that he just wanted to give them a chance to see if they were poor victims or perpetrators dressed in the cloak of the weak.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh faintly, "Indeed, we can only see what is in front of us, and we are always blinded by the emotions in front of us. ”