Under the starlight, in the night, the figure is longing.

Countless hungry wolf-like figures jumped up from the sand, screaming and roaring together. They were all wrapped in long cloaks, all armed with scimitars, and they all had the exact same smell of mutton. No one knew how they could tell friend from foe in the night, they let out a long howl like a beast, and their scimitars tore through the air, bringing up a large expanse of cold light and countless waters of blood.

There were also large groups of figures with bows and arrows rushing around, shooting arrows at the crowd from time to time.

Arrows break the wind, and almost every arrow always hits a target. The arrows make a 'poof' crunch sound through the muscles and bones, a nightmare sound. In the stone pillar pile, the warriors of the sand camel clan charged out on their horses, and the scimitars roared in the night wind with the galloping of the horses. Although there were not many warriors rushing out, dozens of warriors on horseback were already a decisive force in such a skirmish.

The cavalry roared in a row and swept through the crowd of scuffles, and the warriors on horseback just leaned their scimitars diagonally against the saddle, and with the momentum of the horse's charge, they could easily cut off their heads with a slight adjustment of the horizontal angle of the scimitar.

With a 'poof' sound, heads rolled wildly, and dozens of cavalrymen rushed through the crowd of scuffles, cutting off hundreds of heads on the spot.

Lin Qi's spiritual power shrouded this chaotic Gobi Desert, and he was surprised to find that these cavalry warriors had cut off the heads of sand thieves, and did not accidentally injure even a warrior of the sand camel clan. Lin Qi had the mental power to monitor the surroundings, he could see everyone's every move, but these cavalrymen could accurately distinguish friend and foe in the night, which could only be said to be a talent that was almost beastly instinctive.

Abu was already yelling and rushing out, he drew his scimitar, shouted loudly, and kicked a woman on top of her, telling them to find a safe place to hide.

Sand pirates, this is the most ferocious gang of thugs on the Gobi Desert. Their identities are complicated, they are likely to be well-behaved herdsmen on weekdays, and they may even be the most generous and enthusiastic uncle in the tribe next door, the most heroic and brave brother, and it is even likely that she is a shrewd and capable lady who can make a good milk tea. But when they wrapped themselves in cloaks and gathered together at the call of their leaders, they became a murderous, tyrannical, and fearsome mob.

Wherever the sand thieves passed, they were robbed of all their goods, all the men were killed, and all the women were humiliated and then sold into slavery. As long as it is profitable, the sand thieves will rob it, and they will dare to rob it. Caravans, tribal camps, and even the camps of the king's tent of a certain Han kingdom, as long as they gather enough strength, they dare to rob with impunity.

The Sand Camel tribe was once attacked by sand thieves, and the Sand Camel tribe, which had 30,000 warriors, was raided by more than 10,000 sand bandits, and tens of thousands of animals were robbed, suffering unprecedented heavy losses. Therefore, the sand camel tribe hates the sand thieves to the core, but they also know from their bones how powerful and difficult the sand thieves are!

It's okay for a small group of sand thieves, but if it's a big group of sand thieves, then everyone will die here tonight.

"If we lose, kill yourselves!" Abu roared at the women as he lunged out.

At the hands of sand thieves, women may be sold into slavery, but more likely to be tortured to death in endless humiliation. If Abu's people were defeated, the women in the team would be tormented by the sand thieves outside, and thousands of sand thieves would take turns to vent their animal desires on them, and they might have turned into dead bodies before they could be sold into slavery.

Several women silently pulled out daggers from the scabbard on their thighs, and the tip of the knife was firmly pressed against their hearts. They knew what it meant to fall into the hands of the sand thieves, and it was better to die than to be humiliated and tortured like that.

Lin Qi frowned, and he jumped to his feet and strode towards the place where the fighting was most intense.

The donkey's long ears twitched, and he lay down beside the campfire with no interest, squinting at the women and muttering, "If any of them have big breasts, the little thieves outside will not be enough for me to step on." Of course, if they don't have big breasts, why should I save them? I'm a pure, kind donkey, but I've never been a helpful fool!"

Alda nodded approvingly, "If they dedicate themselves to me now, I can protect them." If they're not my women, why should I fight for a group of women who aren't my women?

Bilibili had already licked the knife edge of the dagger, and followed behind Lin Qi. Alda slapped his head hard, and he sighed helplessly: "Oh, the great master is going to make a move, then Uncle Alda must also follow, otherwise I will be miserable!"

Shaking her head helplessly, Alda got up with a bone, kicked the barrel's ass hard, grabbed the collar of the barrel and walked out. The barrel was dragged by Alda on the sand for dozens of meters, and only then did he vaguely wake up from his sleep. He shook his head, slowly pulled out a huge war hammer and a super-heavy shield, and slowly stood up with his stout body.

Lin Qi followed behind Abu and had already come to the outside of the battlefield.

Dozens of cavalry of the Sand Camel clan were clash back and forth, and each time they were able to make a gain. A warrior of the Sand Camel clan lit a fireball made of dry grass and threw it into the sand outside, and the flickering light of the fire illuminated the sand for miles and exposed every move of the enemy.

At least 3,000 sand thieves were roaring towards this direction, and they let out the cries of wild beasts, and they were not afraid to die. When Abu saw the sand thieves coming in one after another, his face suddenly became extremely ugly. There were more than 3,000 sand thieves, but he only brought 1,000 of his clansmen with him this time!

And in the first wave of raids by the sand thieves just now, his people have already killed and injured hundreds of people!

The sand thieves never minded their own losses, because no matter how many people were killed or wounded, the sand thieves could always find an endless supply of manpower, and there were too many nomads who were indulgent and hardworking, and their souls were full of sinful nature, so they did not worry about having no place to replenish their troops.

But the Sand Camel tribe can't, these thousand warriors are all the people of the tribe, all hardcore tribesmen, and the death or injury is to tear off a piece of meat from Abu's heart - unlike the wolf cubs who are unruly and always want to kill their father and replace him, these warriors are loyal to Abu, because Abu is not their biological father, so they are loyal to Abu!

"Formation, formation, archers, bow and arrow ready!" Abu shouted.

But before Abu's words fell, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance. At least five hundred sand thieves on war horses were making a sharp wolf howl, holding short bows and arrows, and rushing towards this side with scimitars hanging from their waists. They swept through the flanks of the warband like a gust of wind, and more than 500 two-foot-long specially made arrows rained down, knocking down a large number of sand camel warriors in the battlefield.

Abu's body trembled suddenly, and he groaned in despair: "It's over, it's over!"

The thousand warriors he brought out were finished, and even if Abu could escape back to the tribe, his prestige would be greatly reduced. The large amount of grain, grass, and salt that more than 10,000 animals exchanged for were also gone! This was a great loss to the sand camel tribe! Even the dozens of women who traveled with the caravan were all beautiful women of the tribe, and the women Abu had specially selected to serve him on the way and have fun, and they were all finished!

Lin Qi sighed heavily, and he slapped Abu on the shoulder so hard that he almost didn't slap Abu to the ground.

Lin Qi squinted his eyes and sighed heavily: "In this way, Patriarch Abu, you are going to pay us! These sand thieves ...... Alright!"

Turning around, Lin Qi pointed to the barrel.

The barrel was stunned, then grinned, and he muttered in a low voice, "It's a pity that Lord Xuanlan is not here!"

'Hehe' laughed a few times, and the barrel grabbed a large barrel of spirits out of nowhere and poured a few sips, and then his body, which was about two meters high, began to expand rapidly. With a 'click' sound, the body of the wine barrel swelled to the size of ten meters, and a fiery breath spread from his body, and the sand and stones on the Gobi Desert around him quickly flew towards his body, and these fine sand and stones were melted into magma by the high temperature before they could get close to his body.

A layer of magma armor half a meter thick covered the body of the wine barrel, and the flames on the barrel's body rushed up more than three meters high, and he seemed to have turned into a lava demon in hell! The huge war hammer and the super giant tower shield hit each other heavily, and the wine barrel let out a crazy long roar, and then the body suddenly jumped up more than 100 meters high!

The Dwarven King's wine barrel at the pinnacle of heaven fell from the sky like a meteor, and accurately jumped into the cavalry team composed of more than 500 sand thieves.

With a loud bang, a circle of fire waves swept out more than 100 meters away, and where the crimson fire waves passed, those sand thieves, men and horses, were burned to charcoal at the same time, and half of the sand thieves were wiped out with this blow alone.

The barrel laughed wildly, and his hammer slammed down on the ground, and with a 'boom', the earth trembled violently, and the ground cracked into countless cracks, and the thick cracks swallowed up more than a hundred sand thieves. Then countless sharp stone spears and earth thorns erupted from these cracks, and the remaining sand thief cavalry was beaten to a thousand points with blood flowing all over the ground.

Abu looked at the barrel of wanton slaughter like a nightmare. He remembered his temptation of the barrel in the restaurant during the day, didn't he slap the barrel lightly, and the barrel staggered back a few steps? Why did such a weak barrel have such terrible power at that time?

Lin Qi laughed as he reached out and picked up a handful of stones from the ground.