"Dead ......?!" Zahir suddenly felt his heart twitch. What about Master Linton, what happened to Linton?

She wanted to ask, but she didn't.

I'm now a Zahir who doesn't know Master Linton. She thought silently in her heart, and the expression of surprise on her face quickly retracted.

"Let's go back." The man looked drunkenly at the bonfire, the dancing flames reflected on his face, outlining rock-solid lines, "Your mission is over." ”

Zahir nodded abruptly, then shook his head again, "No, my mission is not over. ”

Linton has a super healing soul technique, maybe the Red Pavilion wants to use such an ability and let him live?

She raised her head and looked at the stranger steadfastly, "I was sent by the royal family to Blue Rock City, and now I am sent by Sir Bebith to find the prince to deliver a letter—this letter is still in my possession, and my mission is not complete." ”

The man snorted, "That letter is now a piece of waste paper. ”

Zahir looked up proudly, "Whether the letter is waste paper or not, I don't know." But my honor as a knight is by no means a piece of waste paper. ”

She tried to mix the truth with the lie so that it was impossible to tell the difference. And her resolute eyes can be understood as either the last hope for saving Linton, or her fanaticism for chivalry.

There was less disdain and more respect in the stranger's eyes. Obviously, he understood the latter.

"I didn't expect there to be a real knight in the Wild Sand Empire." The man said solemnly, "But I want to warn you first, the search for the Eighteen Tribes is a treacherous path. You have to meet the challenges of the tribe, and you have to cross the sword mountain, the sea of fire, and the thorn forest before you have a chance to face the saint. ”

She stood up and patted her chest: "I am Zahir, a knight, and I am fearless in order to complete the task. ”

The man's face showed a bit of respect, and he patted his chest as well, "I, Craigie, am willing to lead the way for you." ”

Craigie?

Zahir was shocked and looked at him with wide eyes, "You are the 'Sage of the Desert' Mr. Craigie?" ”

Craigie smiled casually, "I am indeed Craigie, the term 'sage' is just a casual nonsense of the people in the tribe. ”

Zahir hurriedly bowed down and gave him a knightly salute: "I have no intention of offending, please forgive me." ”

She had investigated the situation of the eighteen tribes in the desert, and the man in front of her, Craigie, was the leader of one of the tribes.

It is said that although he was a leader, he was not as noble as other tribes, and he always wore plain clothes and lived a simple life. After his wife died of illness, he did not remarry and had no heirs. He used to say: Everyone will die, and he only hopes that the tribe will live forever.

Therefore, although his combat effectiveness is not too strong among the eighteen tribes, he has an extremely high prestige and is known as the "sage of the desert".

Kreji held up Zahir's arm, "I have always been able to help with the flying of the name and credibility." Today, I will first wronged you to rest here for the night, and tomorrow I will take you to the big tent of the tribe. ”

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Zahir rode for a long time in the desert with Craigie's men and horses.

The people of the tribe rode alpacas as if they were sacrificing their lives, and the wind and dust were stirred up like a few earthy yellow lightning bolts.

Zahir clenched the reins in his hand and dragged his faithful alpaca to death, gritting his teeth and chasing after him.

After climbing over a tall sand dune, her eyes suddenly opened up.

In the vast desert, thousands of tents are stationed together, as if it were a city made of curtains. The tent is a spectacular picture with colorful colors and a beautiful glow in the sun.

In the center of the tent group was a grand circle, surrounded by the banners of the eighteen clans, and the tents of the eighteen chiefs. This is the heart of this alliance, a sacred place for desert warriors to gather.

"This way, please." Craigie jumped off the alpaca and led Zahir into the central ring.

As soon as she stepped into the ring, she felt an invisible pressure creep up her shoulders. She reined in her breath and looked around with her afterglow alertly, hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her at the same time.

The surrounding chieftain tents have been raised with different shapes of the leader's throne, and seventeen clan leaders of different shapes are entrenched in one side.

Each of them is a battlefield warrior or a desert wiser, possessing unparalleled strength and prestige.

Zahir met their fierce gaze and forced himself to straighten his back and stand in the middle of the ring.

Craigie first howled a few times in a tune like a mountain song, and then half-sang and half-chanted: "I am the son of the desert, with a scimitar in my hand." An endless tribe, carrying the power of war, a call from the vast desert......"

The text was in the vernacular language of the tribe, and Zahir listened to it half-incomprehensibly, until at last he read it aloud: "Zahir, the knight of glory, come to see him." ”

This sentence was in the common language, and when Zahir heard him mention himself, he hurriedly bowed to him and performed a knight's courtesy.

"Comer...... Who is it? So what's going on? A leader with a pointed chin and a goatee asked.

Zahir replied respectfully, "Leaders, forgive me for taking the liberty of carrying a secret letter and have been ordered to come in search of His Highness Hamid. ”

When the clan leaders heard that she was looking for Hamid, the Seventh Prince, they all frowned and groaned, looking at her with vigilant eyes.

A tall, handsome leader sitting in the center asked, "I've heard from Chief Craigie that you were ordered by Bibith to deliver the letter. Tell me, what is written in the letter? ”

Zahir raised his head and said with a blank face: "I'm sorry, I'm a knight, and I wouldn't do such a shameless thing as voyeuristic letters." ”

The pointed chin sneered, "I think she's a pure fart!" Isam Alliance, our dark line has already been reported, Blue Rock City has been broken, and Bibi is sure to die. ”

The leader of the Isam League is naturally the big leader elected by the eighteen tribes. This person is dignified and talented, and he laughed a few times heroically at this moment, and a pair of sharp eyes have already stared at Zahir: "What Jamie Leader said just now, can you hear it?" ”

Zahir said: "I already heard it last night. ”

"Oh?" The Isam Alliance leader shook his head, "So, you already know that Bibith is finished, and you still insist on sending him this letter?" Looks like he's nice to you. ”

Zahir said: "I do not serve under Sir Bebith, I am only loyal to my honor as a knight. His life and death have nothing to do with me, but I must deliver this letter to His Highness Hamid. ”

The leader of Jamie, who had a pointed chin, couldn't hold it anymore and scolded loudly: "It's ridiculous enough that this guy ran to our territory to deliver a piece of waste paper, Leader Craigie, why did you bring this man here?" ”

As he spoke, he stroked his goatee and saluted the alliance leader Isam, "In my opinion, it is better to take her down and punish her for three days to see what her purpose is." ”

As soon as Jamie's words were finished, a hearty laugh came from the seat on the other side of the alliance leader Issam, "Hahaha, Jamie Leader, you are too timid." This woman is alone, and she doesn't have more hands, are you afraid that he will have any magical powers? ”

Jamie's angry goatee trembled: "Leader Heru, you ......"

The leader, who was called Heru, patted his stomach open-mindedly, "I'm a rude man, I don't have much thought, but you think for me: when an alpaca walks into a pack of wolves, should the wolf be afraid, or should the alpaca be afraid?" ”

The leaders laughed, and Jamie's face turned blue and white, and he sat back on his throne sullenly.

Heru Chong Isam League Lord owes the body, "Our tribe also has tribal rules, since she wants to meet, then it is better to let her try." If we can really break the three levels, it is the will of the gods, and we will not be able to disobey it. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Zahir again, "If the alliance leader really doesn't worry about her, he can kill her if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to kill, he can find a place to lock her up - we are eighteen tribes, and it is more than enough to raise a woman." ”

Issam looked around, didn't seem to have any other opinions, then waved his hand and said, "In that case, then we will follow the rules of the desert." Come on, pour wine for this warrior, and we'll see how she makes it through the three levels! ”

After saluting the leader of the Isam League, Craigie led Zahir to the side. A few female soldiers were called to take her to an empty tent and took off her armor and underwear, leaving only a belt on her upper body to bind her chest and her weapons, and only a pair of shorts that were less than her knees.

When she finished changing clothes and walked out of the tent, she saw dozens of tribal soldiers marching in the ring. Again, they were dressed only in shorts, men shirtless, women with chest girdles, each holding a steel knife, glistening in the sun.

Craigie fetched some meat and wine and beckoned Zahir to come over and refuel.

"This is the first level, called Knife Mountain." Craigie explained as he drank, "Later they will form a Knife Mountain formation, and you will need to climb over the Knife Mountain to pass the level. ”

Zahir simply chewed a few bites of meat, "It doesn't seem to be difficult. ”

Craigie shook his head, "The positions in the Knife Mountain are not static, they are constantly walking, constantly changing positions. You'll have to be observant enough and quick to react quickly to dodge every knife threat. ”

Zahir continued to chew on the meat, "That sounds like a bit of a misery. ”

Craigie shook his head again, "You haven't heard the point yet, one of the leaders of the eighteen clans will personally test you. So you have to fight him on the mountain of knives. ”

Zahir's meat-chewing mouth suddenly froze, and there was already a slight panic in her eyes, "You mean, I have to win a tribal leader?!" ”

She knew very well that she was in a position to win this kind of battle.

Craigie shook his head again, "It seems that you didn't hear the rules clearly: you just need to climb over the knife mountain to get through." ”

The corners of Zahir's mouth twitched a few times, and he finally resumed chewing his teeth. This time, she couldn't say a word, and the barbecue in her mouth seemed to become a little bitter.