When the young man took advantage of the fact that the chains were opened, and left the campfire, there was nothing unusual about his companions. Even the officer in charge of supervision at a distance only glanced casually and turned his head.

Even if he wanted to escape, where would he go? Surrounded by endless desert, the nearest oasis was dozens of days' journey. And those oases, even experienced and well-equipped travelers, are not sure that they will be found.

The scorching heat of the day, the bitter cold of the night, and the unforgiving reality of lack of water and food, even if he could escape from this cruel army, he could not escape the more cruel and treacherous desert.

And so it was, and after ten minutes or so the young man was back in his original position, sitting on the edge of the campfire. Maybe he's just pooping.

On the bonfire, the snake was still roasting, cut into small pieces and stuck in small sticks. The snake meat sizzled in the fire, slowly changing its color. Although there is no seasoning, it is already a rare delicacy for this group. All of them were silent and looked at the meat barbecued over the campfire.

The officer seemed to feel the need for such supervision, and stood up and walked towards another camp. Although he wore woolen gloves, he was still frozen by the cold of the desert night.

After it was determined that the officer had gone away, the silence was finally broken.

"Tomorrow...... I've heard it said today that tomorrow we're going to be under Callean's control......"

The speaker whispered in a tone of uneasiness. In the firelight, he could be seen as a stout man with a bald head, and his huge chest muscles stretched the rudimentary leather armor on his body to the limit. But as he spoke, there was a deep fear on his face.

"The Undead must be waiting for us there...... We won't survive tomorrow. ”

"The Undead Legion, have you seen the Undead Legion? I'll tell you, those skeletons have nothing to fear. An old man with gray hair scolded. His hand made a slight gesture to signal that everyone had ears across the wall. The sentinels of the kingdom have always been known for their strong hearing and stealth ability, but who knows if there is one lurking near the road?

Moreover, even if Zhilu Dao died tomorrow, what could they do? All the water and food were in the hands of the officers, and even if they rioted en masse and finally managed to escape, they would only die of thirst and starvation in the desert. Compared to this long and torturous death, the knife and shot on the battlefield are really cute.

"But how can we fight those dead men? those are made of bones, and maybe we can break them with a war hammer, but how can our spears ......?"

"I'll tell you, those skeletons are actually kept alive by the dark arts. They are able to act because dark magic has taken the place of their long-lost flesh to act as a connection. But an arrow or a knife can disrupt the magical energy that connects them. So we just need to treat them like normal human beings. And the same goes for the zombies. They are able to move solely because of the dark magic energy, and any attack can disrupt the dark magic. It's not the skeletons and zombies that are really scary, even the spirit-binding ones are dealt with by magicians...... The real scary are vampires. The old man explained.

"Head, how do you know Lu Dao?" I don't know who asked Lu Dao.

"I used to be a member of the Church of God...... Holy Knight ......," the old man replied lightly.

This sentence caused a slight exclamation. In people's hearts, they value this old man a little more. In fact, since the group was gathered, most of them didn't even know each other's names, but they unknowingly regarded the old man as the leader of the team. His demeanor and ability were recognized by everyone.

Like this little late-night snack on their campfire. Not everyone has the ability to recognize a poisonous snake of the same color as the sand and capture it with bare hands and turn it into a snack.

"But I'm on death row just like you now. The old man turned to look at the young man. "Scar, how's it going?"

The man he was called "Scar" was the young man who had left earlier. Obviously, Scar could never be his real name. But the old man never pursued his real name as a member of the team, he only called others for their most obvious characteristics. Like a scar, a bald head, or a left-handed person. Others called him an "old man" or simply a "head".

Scar has a burly stature and gray eyes. He shook his head, making his meaning clear.

There are no gaps, the defense is very good, and it is completely impossible to escape by taking supplies at night.

The old man's eyes darkened for a moment, but he immediately picked himself up again and grabbed the snake meat in front of him.

"Listen, listen, we're just some criminals. Victory and glory have nothing to do with those of us, so we must remember tomorrow that all we need is to live. In any case, regardless of victory or defeat, everyone must let themselves live. ”

"Also, everyone remember, in case we encounter a real vampire, no matter what it looks like on the outside, we must not fight hard, if we can, we will not get close, and if we can, we will not fight. ”

While the sinners began to munch on snake meat, two men in gowns were enjoying a sumptuous meal at a large table in a large tent in another camp far away. Two beautiful maidens served at the table, pouring glasses of wine.

At the top was a fat man richly dressed and bloated, with bones piled up in front of him, while the one opposite him was of medium stature, dressed in simple and polite manners. Except for the occasional sip of wine, he ate almost nothing. The two are about the same age, about forty or fifty years old, but there is a big difference in speech and demeanor. The former is frivolous, the latter is old-fashioned.

"The arrangement of the church has been fully understood. The fat man burped. In other words, for the Church, this victory is secondary, and the experiment to test the effect of holy water is more important. ”

"That's right, so I hope that the general doesn't have to fight for a moment and waste his precious combat power on this meaningless battle. ”

The fat man's head shook like a rattle.

"This is a fallacy, and I am under the command of the king to command a large army to crusade against Callean. The Church had its own plans, but the orders it received were unmistakable: to attack the vampire armies and destroy them as much as possible. ”

"That being said, the general's command is only the vanguard of this crusade against Callean. Vampires are too powerful to ignore. ”

"Since the Holy Knights don't want to go into battle, then they can stay in the rear tomorrow and press the formation. Although it doesn't matter what the winner is, if you can win, it should be a better choice. ”

"Since the general has decided so, then we can only obey orders. ”

Watching the other party leave the tent, the fat man took a sip of the glass of wine and let out a disdainful snort.

"What Holy Knights, the elite of the elite, I think it's just a bunch of cowards. Tomorrow will only arrive at the outskirts of Callean, and even if they encounter Kalean's undead legions, they will only be garrisons on the periphery. Even if it's really a big army, with those skeletons and zombies and the like, what is there to be afraid of? The front is resisted by sinners, and the rear is bombarded with cannons. As long as the sinners and the skeletons fight to defeat each other, victory will not be within reach......"

Heat waves reflect the sun. Kalean is a hidden land, lurking on the other side of the desert. And this desert is a model of the desert, the boundless space and sand seem endless, white and very dazzling.

The sinners trudged through the sand, a messy cloak that was all their sun-sheltering equipment. They were in teams of dozens of people, with an iron chain tied around their waists to prevent them from escaping. And the officers on their horses kept running by the ranks of the sinners.

Of course, this was superfluous, and the heat, heat, and damn sand had already cut off the possibility of their escape. Even if you want to escape, where can you run to?

Scar held his spear and followed the group with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Fortunately, as long as the water continues, the desert heat is hardly a deadly threat. The biggest trouble was underfoot, and the trip was far more than expected, and most of them had big holes in their boots.

"Don't be too nervous, sunlight has a strong inhibitory effect on dark magic, so the undead army will definitely not come to us to war at noon. If it's too hot, you can take off your leather armor and put ......"

An officer's whip fell on the old man's head, leaving a striking blood mark on his head.

"Shut up, if you dare to shake the heart of the army, I will kill you immediately!"

Scar turned his head sideways to look at the officer, his eyes blatant with hatred.

"Don't you accept it? You death row prisoners, if you look at me again, I'll gouge out your eyeballs immediately!"

The old man grabbed Scar's hair and pressed his head down. The officer walked away.

"Don't bother, boy, you're going to kill everyone...... I'm fine. That's not much to me. Stay alive. If you don't think it's worth dying like this, then live. There is always hope, and as long as you don't abandon fate, fate won't abandon you. ”

The two men came closer. Because of what had just happened, no one in the whole team spoke loudly anymore, only the desert wind whistling in their ears.

"Isn't your strength good, boy, it looks like you've practiced...... Was it a knight before?"

Scar glanced at the old man and did not answer.

"I could tell it at a glance. But a young knight will become a death row inmate...... It's rare. Unless it's something like me that I don't know and shouldn't know...... Well, what do you have hanging there?"

Scar's neck seems to have something hanging from it. The old man casually pulled open the placket of Scar's shirt and saw a pendant hanging from a rough copper chain. But it wasn't a metal pendant, it was a stone, ordinary-looking red stone, with a dragon carved out of it. The pendant has been worn out badly. Probably it was this completely worthless thing that was preserved on a death row inmate.

"Blood Dragon...... I suddenly remembered a rumor. The old man turned his head suddenly. "A secret. It seems that the Kingdom of Ryan once had such a small army marked by blood dragons...... Later, he betrayed and attacked the king, which was eventually revoked. ”