Chapter 3: The Looming Crisis (3)

Chamuha frowned and said: "This is what I'm most worried about, do you know that although the city lord of Nabu is a good man, she is also a femme fatale, I heard that she is a martial arts master herself, and she will also train poison kung fu with one hand, all the men who are selected to come in, if they can't look at it, they will all throw it to feed the poison, if they do, then they must also feed some poison, so that they can obediently obey their orders." Therefore, this city lord's mansion is easy to enter and it is more difficult to get out than to ascend to the sky. What's more, in addition to the city lord of Nabu, there are also cloud-like masters and shamans in the city lord's mansion. ”

Everyone's hearts sank suddenly, they didn't expect that this female city lord named Nabutoya would be so vicious, if she didn't like it, she would throw it away and feed the poison, and if she liked it, she would have to feed the poison to control it, which was simply a dilemma.

Song Ying'er, Lu Bei and the others were silent, but although they were worried about Fang Ling's situation, they had transcendent trust in him, and they had been with Fang Ling for so long, and they had encountered a lot of winds and waves, which time didn't they rely on his wit to get out of danger? So this time, he would definitely be able to save the day.

Therefore, although everyone was worried, they still decided to rest here for the night according to Fang Ling's order, and wait for the next day to go to Songdan City.

While everyone was talking, Fang Ling, the shaman and the others were continuing to gallop on the grassland, and every time they hurried for a while, everyone would stop, and Gnu would raise his head to the sky and let out a long howl to summon the goshawk in the sky, and after communicating with strange language for a while, he would let the eagle fly into the sky and continue to hurry.

Fang Ling silently looked in his eyes, secretly surprised, it seems that this eagle is specially trained to track the enemy, if there is such a thing, it is indeed a problem to escape, such a big eagle flies to the sky, I am afraid that everything within ten miles can be seen, if you want to escape in the future, this eagle is the first problem to be solved.

Although Fang Ling's mount is not of the highest quality, it is also a grassland horse breed, and it runs very fast, just enough to catch up with the speed of shamans and wizards, and after about a few miles, the terrain in front of it suddenly becomes shorter, the green grass begins to become sparse, and a large amount of sand and gravel appears, and it comes to the edge of a small desert.

At this time, the eagle fell from the sky, and Gnu communicated with it, and immediately said happily: "Third uncle, they are in the desert!"

A sneer appeared on the shaman's face, and with a wave of his hand, everyone immediately waved their horsewhips and spurred their mounts to gallop away.

It didn't take long for the ruins of a small town to appear faintly in front of the city, and the low city walls were swallowed up by the desert, revealing a large number of incomplete buildings, but most of these buildings only emerged less than two or three feet from the ground, only the middle one had two quite complete walls, which could resist the wind and sand, and at this time there were more than a dozen grassland men sitting around the fire, as if they heard the sound from outside, and they all held war knives in their hands.

These people are wrapped in large strips of cloth, wrapped around their hands, bodies, and legs, and the white strips of cloth are floating in the wind, looking like lonely souls in hell from a distance.

And in the corners of the ruins, a large amount of goods are piled up, and a dozen horses are tied to the place outside the ruins.