New Earth 1810, November, Latin American Spanish colony of La Plata, Patagonian desert.

The west wind is howling, and the sand is rolling. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, making the desert dry and dreary.

Xia Zuo lay on the sand dunes, holding a telescope and looking at the undulating desert of the sand dunes in the distance, his thin lips pursed slightly, like a beast ambushing its prey, quiet and calm.

Soon after, a caravan appeared in the distance, heading from west to east.

The caravan consisted of about fifty men, carrying a large amount of cargo and camels, and thirty of the fifty men were elite desert mercenaries with excellent swordsmanship.

The caravan kept moving, leaving a long trail of footprints in the desert, and they didn't need to erase the trail before, and it didn't take long for the wind and sand to completely cover up the traces of those caravans, and it was not easy for the desert bandits to track them down.

In front of the caravan, there are three special beings, the reason why it is special is because the caravan guys are all leading camels and walking on foot, only the first three are riding camels, an old man with a wrinkled face and dark skin, a young girl, and a young man with a magnificent instrument.

"Uncle Amuti, why don't we rest, it's too hot. There were a few beads of sweat on the forehead of the girl who covered her face with a veil, she shook the reins in her hand slightly, the camel walked a few steps quickly, and when she reached the old man's side, the girl's voice was sweet and panting to the old man.

"Miss Peña!" the old man Amuti first hugged his chest with one hand and bowed slightly to the girl and called out respectfully, then raised his hand and pointed to the distance and said: "I can't rest now, there is a nest of desert blood wolves near here, stop and invite them, in front of it is the territory of the sand eagle, and it is not too late to rest there." ”

The girl listened to Amuti's words, nodded, and said no more.

The desert is always very hot, even the wind blowing on the body is hot, sometimes the wind rises, the wind rolls the sand and hits the face, like a knife cut, it hurts, but people who walk on the desert are used to it, only this girl Peña has always behaved very uncomfortable, and at first glance she is not the master who often crosses the desert.

The caravan was constantly marching eastward.

"It's over the sand dunes in front of you, bear with me!" Amuti said, pointing to the sand dunes in the distance.

"Hmm!" the girl Peña nodded and said, "I'm fine!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood on the sand dunes in the distance, ran down from the sand dunes in a puff of smoke, and soon ran to the front of the moving caravan, more than ten meters away from the caravan, his legs were split, his arms stretched out to stop the caravan, and shouted: "Stop!

The mercenaries of the caravan subconsciously pulled out half of the knife on their waists, but immediately stuffed it back, smiled self-deprecatingly, and secretly sighed that they were a little nervous...... It's too small!

About one and a half meters tall, wearing a fat and shabby windbreaker robe, the robe moved with the wind, revealing all the lines of his thin body, and the voice he just shouted out also had a little childlike sound, although this sand bandit hid his entire body in the robe, so that people could not see his face, but from all kinds of signs, people could feel that he was a thin boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and he was only half a child.

The people in the caravan first looked at the robbers who stopped in front of the procession with strange eyes, and then laughed out loud.

A person, or a half-grown child, robbery?

"Little one, where is your adult?" the old Amuti did not smile, he asked very cautiously.

"Don't call me a little one, just me, don't talk nonsense, rob, take the money!" said the boy, although there was a childlike voice in his voice, but it did not give people a sense of timidity.

"Oh, God willing, let's go!" said Amuti, with a smile on his face, turned his head and shouted at the caravan, kicked the camel with his foot, and walked forward with the caravan, apparently not taking the boy's robbery as a joke, or even a joke.

"If you dare to take a step forward, I promise that all of you will not be able to get out of this desert!" Natsuzo shouted again, and slightly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the strip of cloth on his wrist, which was a dark blue coarse cloth, tied around the boy's wrist and tied in a long, distinctive knot like a braid.

Amuti's pupils shrank violently, he tugged on the reins sharply, and raised his hand to signal the caravan to stop.

"What's the matter, Uncle Amuti?" Peña asked in a low voice, noticing that Amuti's face was a little pale.

"It's a Sersa. Amuti looked at the boy, muttered to himself, and then twisted his hair and let out a terrible cry: "It's a Sersa!"

Whoa!

There was a sound of weapons, and for a moment almost everyone in the caravan drew their weapons and showed nervous expressions, they seemed to be frightened.

Sersa!

According to legend, the existing Sersa people in the entire world are now living in this desert, and they form a tribe of sand bandits, numbering less than a thousand, but they are known as the most powerful and ferocious bandits in the desert, even the largest sand bandit group with nearly 10,000 people, the Mulong clan, is not worthy of its fierce name.

Whether the Sersa people who rob are old people or children, whether they rob alone or in groups, they are known as unprovoked existences.

Because behind them is the most powerful sand bandit force in the entire desert, once their retaliation is triggered, then even if the Spanish garrison enters the desert, they will not want to get out of the desert alive, let alone the caravan.

"Robbery!" The caravan's reaction was completely unexpected by Xia Zuo, and he repeated what he had just said in a cold tone.

The mercenaries were very nervous, they were not afraid of the boy in front of them, but the Sersa people who might be ambushing around, judging by the cunning character of the Sersa people, the boy's "no adult" words just now were not credible.

Amuti waved his hand at the caravan, signaling them not to be impulsive, and then slowly climbed off the camel, squeezing a smile on his face, and walked in front of Xia Zuo, who had hidden all his body in his robes.

"This is ten gold, the money for this passage, and the voucher for the goods, little hero, take a look!" Amuti smiled and arched his hand to the boy, and as he spoke, he took out a money bag and a dirty rag from his bosom.

Xia Zuogan's skinny little hand took the two things, and without looking at it, he took the money bag into his arms, and directly threw the rag back to Amuti without looking at it.

"Wait until I've crossed that dune. Xia Zuo's robbery process was extremely fast, he took the money and threw it back to the voucher and turned to leave, and his voice with a child's voice reached the ears of everyone in the caravan.

The caravan watched as the thin figure slowly walked towards the sand dunes in the distance.

This robbery was undoubtedly successful, a thin boy of twelve or thirteen years old, without a conflict, forcibly robbed a caravan with thirty elite mercenaries, a very strange situation, but people who know the desert agree that this strange thing happened.

"Uncle Amuti, he's the disgusting Sersa, why did you give him the money like that?"

"Hey, the first time you walked in the desert, you don't understand, you can break your wealth and avoid disasters......"

The wind and sand were blowing, and the subtle voice of the girl's conversation with the old man reached the ears of Xia Zuo, who had already walked away, and he heard the disgusting Selsa people's comments, but as if he didn't hear it, he ran up after walking a distance, and soon climbed over the sand dunes that were far away from the caravan, and directly lay down and slid down the slope, taking off his hat to reveal his wheat-colored face, and then lay on the ground and did not move.

Xia Zuo.

His full name is Shazo Windsor Mijatovic, the young patriarch of the Sersa, his mother is the notorious Celsa patriarch Audrey, and his father is a foreigner, so he does not look like a Sersa at all.

The Sersa have brown and black hair, gray eyes, and light black skin, while Chazzo has whiter skin, flaxen hair, and blue eyes, and looks more like a European Caucasian.

Today Xia Zuo is very irritable, because he doesn't like the business of robbery, his greatest wish is to get out of the desert, to see the world outside the desert, and the sooner the better, he is very urgent, a few years ago an incident happened that made him full of curiosity about the outside world.

At that time, Xia Zuo was eight years old, and he went out to rob with a hundred clansmen and encountered a danger to his life, and the danger did not come from the caravan, and the caravan did not dare to resist at all. It was in a valley where the Sersa and their caravans were surrounded by the mountains and fields of mammoth sand cats, which had cats in their names but were as large as lions on the steppe.

Neither the caravan nor the fearless Sersa were the opponents of the sand cats, and at the critical moment, gunshots rang out in the valley, and only one gunshot, a bullet, pierced and killed the nine most majestic sand cats standing everywhere, including Elvis Presley, and the sand cats scattered in a hurry, and Xia Zuo also escaped.

A gunshot? a bullet?

That's right!

That bullet can turn!

The person who shot did not appear, and Xia Zuo didn't know who he was, but this was the most profound memory of Xia Zuo's life in just ten years, and there was no one.

Later, he asked his mother, Audrey, what bullet could be turned?

Audrey tells him that the passer-by who saved him and the caravan should be the 'Mukaz Gunner' among the fighting professionals, and that he must be at least a great martial artist or above to hit bullets that can make continuous turns.

Fighting professionals, since the beginning of two thousand years ago, there has been a group of guys collectively known as fighting professionals in this world, some of them are infinitely powerful, some can call the wind and rain, and some have the body of steel is indestructible, there are many types of fighting professionals, including Western Swordsman, Eastern Swordsman, Wizard, Illusionist, Shield Striker, Satan Prisoner, Fallen Nun, Dervish, Mukaz Gunner, Barbarian Hunter, etc., a total of nine factions and ninety-nine fighting professions, they formed a fighting alliance.

And the Fighting Alliance is the real controller of this world.

According to legend, the most powerful fighters are called thrones, and each of them has the ability to split mountains and even destroy the world, and even the most powerful armored dragon king in the Patagonian desert is not their opponent, Xia Zuo had the honor of seeing the armored dragon king once, and the body that looms like a mountain in the sandstorm makes him tremble when he thinks about it, so he can't imagine how a small human can compete with such a behemoth as the armored back dragon king? This is far beyond the limit of Xia Zuo's thinking.

From then on, Xia Zuo wanted to go to the world outside the desert, although he also had martial arts professionals around him, such as his mother Audrey, such as some of the strongest people in the clan.

Audrey had traveled to this world when she was young, and she had seen the flowers, prosperity and decline, before returning to the desert to take over the position of patriarch, Xia Zuo wanted to be like her mother, walking all over this world, it is said that there is still a war outside, but Xia Zuo, who is very adventurous, is not afraid, staying with Audrey does not let Xia Zuo understand how wonderful this world is, he wants to leave, wants to travel around the world, not to be a robber here for a lifetime.

Even so, Xia Zuo doesn't like the robber business, but as a young patriarch, he must at least be pretentious about robbery.

He was about to turn thirteen years old, and according to the ancient tradition of the Sersa, a man reached adulthood at the age of thirteen, and in the months before he came of age, the soon-to-be Sersa had to go out alone to rob and succeed as a rite of passage.

This is the reason why Xia Zuo is irritable and distressed, it's not that he hasn't led people to rob, but in the past, a group of people under him stepped forward to rob, and he just watched from the sidelines, but this time, he couldn't dodge, and he had to complete the robbery alone, so the process of Xia Zuo's robbery was so fast, he just wanted to leave early, and then let himself be quiet.

Lying on the sand, the scorching light shone on Xia Zuo, Xia Zuo looked up at the sky, his brows furrowed slightly on his little face.

Suddenly, Xia Zuo heard a chaotic shout from behind the dune, he swooped up from the ground, and climbed to the top of the dune, looking in the direction where the sound came from, his eyes slowly narrowed, and his fists clenched.

In the sand in the distance, a group of sand bandits with hundreds of people stopped a caravan, and let out a chaotic shout, as if to shock the caravan.

Anger rose in Xia Zuo's heart, the reason for his anger was not because he didn't like robbery, his people ate this meal, and so did he, so although he didn't like it very much, it wasn't unacceptable.

What made him angry was that the hundreds of sand bandits had openly entered the territory of the Sersa people, which was robbing the Sersa people's jobs, which all the Sersa people could not tolerate.

That's right, the caravan they were going to rob was the one Xia Zuo had robbed just now!

Xia Zuo lay on the sand dunes and watched from afar, and could see that the caravan did not go too far, and was stopped by the sand bandits who suddenly rushed in, and the owner of the caravan was negotiating with the leader of the sand bandits, of course, it was still to break the fortune and avoid disaster, but the process was not smooth, and those sand bandits seemed to want to rob the goods.

Looking at the situation of the two sides, it is very likely that there will be a conflict.