The man on the camel looked sixteen or seventeen years old from his face, but he was tall, with the reins in one hand and a thin sword in the other, and his clothes were covered with undried blood, and he fled in a hurry.

Ortega felt that she must have mispronounced the wrong word in prayer today, otherwise she would have been so unlucky.

He wanted to cross the vast desert with a dozen guards, but he didn't want to meet the sand bandits, Ortega, who thought that the guards at home were strong, refused to hand over his belongings, and after a fight, he had to start running for his life, because his guards were dead, and the sand bandits were more fierce than he thought.

"Run!" Ortega shouted at Shazo, who stood still, as if he was stupefied.

The shouts of sand bandits could already be heard faintly in the distance.

Xia Zuo still stood in place and didn't move, no one knew the desert better than him, he knew that he couldn't run away at all, and the sand bandits would see him sooner or later, so it was better not to run.

"What's wrong with you, God is above, run, come up!" Ortega got closer and closer to Xia Zuo, and seeing that Xia Zuo still didn't move, he yelled and turned sideways slightly, pulling the reins with his sword-holding hand, and stretched out his other hand.

He wanted La Chazzo to get on the camel.

Xia Zuo was suddenly surprised in his heart, the camel was not running fast, and it would be even more difficult to escape with more people, this kind of behavior of helping strangers at a critical moment, Xia Zuo was a little incomprehensible, because he had never experienced it.

As the man drew closer, Xia Zuo thought for a moment, reached out and grabbed Ortega's hand, and rolled over on the camel.

Ortega continued to flee with Xia Zuo, and the sand bandits had appeared, with nearly a hundred people, some on camels, and some on horses, and the sand bandits on horseback quickly approached the fleeing camels, and gradually surrounded the camels in a large circle.

"What else do you want? The money has been given to you, and you have killed all the people!" Ortega exclaimed nervously, turning the direction of the camel to find a gap where he could escape.

The bandits had already surrounded him, and he had no chance.

"Boy, do you want to leave like this if you hurt us?" "The leader of the sand bandits with a scar on his face shouted viciously, his eyes staring at Ortega, who had thin skin and tender flesh and the potential of a little white face, suddenly smiled weirdly, and slowed down his tone: "Or...... You go back with us, we promise to treat you well!"

"Hahaha!" the sand bandits laughed, obviously understanding what the sand bandit leader meant.

"You bastards, I, Ortega, in the name of the swordsmen of the West, judge your death!" Ortega turned and jumped off the camel, walked to the camel, crossed his sword and chest, and shouted righteously.

With Ortega's words, his left arm lit up with a misty glow, which quickly condensed into a palm-sized arm shield, which was an arm shield, a symbol of a trainee fighter, but ...... The shield had just condensed, but it immediately "snapped" and shattered, Ortega's face turned red, and the arm shield was condensed again, but the shield of light kept flickering, and it looked unstable.

Obviously, Ortega is a Western swordsman who has just become a trainee fighter, and he is not even stable in the realm.

The Western Swordsman, this name is indeed enough to bluff people, and his peak has the ability to split mountains and break mountains, but a person who can't even stably condense the light shield that symbolizes a fighting professional, can't be called a real fighting professional at all.

In the primary realm of the Western Swordsman, its advantage is only the light shield, and the power of the attack moves is completely indistinguishable from that of ordinary martial artists, if there is no light shield, only when the second realm of fighting professionals is reached, 'fighters', after having 'fighting skills', professional fighters will be fundamentally different from ordinary martial artists.

In other words, Ortega's current strength may not even be comparable to that of mature ordinary martial artists, it is completely bluffing, desert robbers have grown up from fighting again and again, although Ortega is barely a fighting professional, but when it comes to fighting, he only has to be killed.

"Haha......" The robbers laughed again, they had just seen Ortega's strength, and they knew very well what kind of character he was.

"Hahaha...... I'll give you a chance, kneel down and beg me, I won't kill you!" The leader of the sand bandits, Da Lu, lowered his face after laughing, pointed to the ground and said gloomily, he just said not to kill, but he didn't say not to arrest people, which everyone could hear.

There were more and more sand bandits, and the sand bandits on camels also caught up, and the mighty bandits completely surrounded Ortega.

Ortega's face turned red and he retreated, he didn't dare to really rush forward, that would be equivalent to looking for death, he looked at the many sand bandits with nervous eyes, slowly retreated to the side of the camel, tilted his head and whispered: "Fight for a while, you run first, the camel is for you, I don't seem to be able to leave today!"

Ortega didn't know if Lu Dao was really so kind or stupid, he couldn't save his life, and he was still in the mood to care about Xia Zuo's life and death.

Shazo had been sitting on his camel, Ben was still hesitant to leave this matter alone, he was a sand bandit the day before, he couldn't start destroying the business of the other sand bandits today, and they didn't invade the territory of the Sersas, but now, with Ortega once again worried about the safety of Shazo, a stranger, Xia Zor no longer hesitated.

"Boy, don't play tricks, none of you can escape!" the leader of the bandits seemed to hear Ortega's words, and immediately shouted, for him, it is the same to rob one more and one less.

"Ahem!" Xia Zuo on the camel suddenly coughed, and under the gaze of the sand bandits and Ortega, he turned over and got off the camel, ignored Ortega's obstruction, walked to the sand in front of the camel, first took off his hat, glared at the leader of the sand bandits, and then knelt on the sand with a ...... "plop".

"Heroes, please let us go, please, we don't have money, we know that we are wrong, we don't dare anymore, please......" Xia Zuo kept patting the ground with both hands, and kept worshipping the leader of the sand bandits, pleading.

Seeing Xia Zuo's appearance, the sand bandits felt cold in their bodies, and cold sweat broke out on their necks, and they couldn't figure out which one Young Master Bai was singing.

The body of the leader of the sand bandits shook and he almost fell off his horse, if the Sersa people knew that their young patriarch had knelt for him, it would be better to kill himself sooner, so as not to affect his family.

The leader of the "white ......" sofa wants to call Xia Zuo.

"Please, we really know that we are wrong, let us go!" Xia Zuo suddenly raised his pleading voice, and glanced at the leader of the sand bandits with a very 'murderous' look as he got up again.

The leader of the sand bandits suddenly understood that Xia Zuo wanted to save the unqualified Western Swordsman, but he didn't want to reveal his identity.

"Okay!good!Hahaha, let's go!" the leader of the sand bandits laughed with a pale face, said in a somewhat strange tone, shouted at the other sand bandits, and whipped away.

The sand bandits left with a hula and a la-la-la, running very fast, faintly having a sense of escaping in the wilderness.

"Thank you, thank you, heroes!" Xia Zuo shouted again to the sand bandits who had gone away, stood up and swept the sand on his legs, and sighed slightly.

He knew that these sand bandits must have been frightened, Xia Zuo swore that he never intended it, the leader of the sand bandits was smart, but unfortunately, it was estimated that he was likely to go to the Sersa tribe to plead guilty, and he didn't know what would happen to Lu Dao.

"Hmph, coward!" came Ortega's cold snort from behind Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo turned around and saw Ortega looking at him with an unkind face, compared to him before, it seemed that he was a different person, obviously, Ortega disdained Xia Zuo's practice of kneeling and begging for mercy, if he were, although he would be afraid, he would rather die in battle than give in.

"I ...... I'm still a child!" Xia Zuo's face turned red, and he defended, among the Sersa people he was already an adult, but in the outside world, he was really a child, although the legal age of adults varies from country to country, but except for some special small countries and regions, other countries really do not have a thirteen-year-old adult, as little as sixteen years old, as many as eighteen or even twenty-one years old.

The mainstream legal age of adulthood recognized by the world is eighteen years old, and Xia Zuo is only thirteen years old, although he is tall enough, he is very thin, giving people a feeling of being smaller, and he is still far from 'adulthood'.

In fact, it is precisely because Xia Zuo is small that Ortega will save him, if Xia Zuo is an adult with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, Ortega really doesn't dare to pull him on a camel, he still has this precaution.

"Hey...... Forget it, what's your name?" Ortega was very angry, but after Xia Zuo spoke, he sighed, a smile appeared on his face, he knew that he should not be so angry with the 'child', and as he spoke, he also walked up to Xia Zuo and touched Xia Zuo's head.

The flesh on Xia Zuo's face jumped, except for his parents and sister, no one dared to touch his head for a long time, but since he wanted to pretend, he would pretend to the end. He turned around and sniffed twice, pretending to cry, and walked forward without saying anything.

"Hey, wait, what's your name, where are you going?" called Ortega.

Xia Zuo didn't reply, and continued to walk forward, he knew that Ortega would catch up, and sure enough, after a sound, Ortega led the camel to catch up with Xia Zuo, and asked again: "What's wrong with you?" The tone was very concerned, he was nearly one meter seventy-five tall, so he needed to keep his head down to talk to Xia Zuo, who was only as high as his chest.

"It's nothing!" Xia Zuo said silently as he walked with his head down, pretending to be childish.

"What's your name?" Ortega asked again, looking very concerned about the stranger Xia Zuo.

"Xiazuo, your name is Ortega, isn't it?" Xiazuo asked rhetorically, looking up at Ortega.

"Yes, Ortega, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Ortega held out his hand to Xia Zuo, who raised his hand and shook him lightly before letting go.

"What happened just now was that I was wrong, I shouldn't have scolded you, no matter what, it was you who saved me, I want you to apologize, I'm sorry!" Ortega said, I could feel that he had received a good education, had a good heart, and had a great sense of justice, but he was a little brainless, and he didn't understand the truth that a big husband could bend and stretch.

"I'm fine!" said Xia Zuo with a reluctant smile at Ortega, who would be the first real outsider he knew this time, and he didn't want to be frozen all the time.

"But...... The sand bandits really deserve to die, they are all despicable and shameless cowards, insidious and disgusting wretch, if it weren't for the number of them, I wouldn't have run away!" Ortega began to curse the sand bandits.

The flesh on Xia Zuo's face jumped again.