Chapter 11: The Sands of Death in Dimor

A mountain god sacrifice was killed by a heaven-level demon beast, this demon beast saw that he was so powerful, he thought it must be very replenished, swallowed it in one bite, chewed it in his mouth a few times, and immediately spit it out, grandma's, these are all dry bones and wilted meat, it is so unpalatable that powerful humans are so unpalatable?

However, after eating a prefecture-level master again, wow, it tastes good!

The monsters are scrambling for their spoils, the more powerful the warriors, the more monsters are scrambling, usually humans hunt demons in the mountains, when can they be like this, and in turn to eat a large number of humans? It's so cool!

The 40,000 allied soldiers were divided by the demon beasts in this way, and even their demon beast mounts were not spared, the tiger ate chickens like chickens, without resistance, and several unlucky and dead demon beasts still ran slowly, trampled to death by their beast tide companions!

Feng Yang was holding a few human heads in his hands, these were the heads of several mountain god sacrifices and Mei Baiyang, dragging the dragon sword, and his blood-red body went to the southwest!

It was the last place where the style Lida warriors stood, and when they rushed back, Feng Yang saw in the sky that the corpses of more than 20,000 people were spread from the northeast side all the way to the southwest corner!

The demon beasts have made way for Feng Yang, such a bloody and terrifying blood god, even the little girl in the sky does not command, and there is a monstrous aura all over her body, and few demon beasts dare to block the way!

When he came to the southwest corner, Feng Yang was like crazy, shouting "Daddy!" while flipping the corpse, no, this is not, no, how could it not be, Feng Yang shouted again, "Daddy!" Then, along the corpse road to the east, rummaging through the corpses one by one!

The demon beasts have already received the order of the little girl, and the original corpse of Style Lida is not allowed to be devoured, only the coalition troops they killed themselves can enjoy it, and the demon beasts who have completed the task have slowly retreated into the depths of the mountain range!

When Sirida's reinforcements arrived, the slaughter had passed, and only a sea of corpses was seen, and the people of Lyda had also retreated from the Nanling Mountains soon after.

The whole style of Ridda, in addition to the corpse or the corpse, was miserable, crying everywhere, one after another, regardless of age and tears, rushed back to the tribe with tears and sorrow, turning the corpse like Fengyang, looking for their relatives!

All the people, including Sirida's reinforcements, were helping to clean up the corpse field, and one after another style Rida warriors who died in battle were placed together one by one for easy identification!

Among the corpses, there were some seriously wounded and undead warriors, and most of the houses in Style Rida were burned, but there were still some surviving old and young people hiding in the houses that were not on fire!

Vilina found Feng Yang, who was still in the corpse, constantly looking for her father, and every time she opened a corpse, Feng Yang had to shout "Daddy!"

Verina tried to wake up Feng Yang, but in the end she held back and rummaged through his father with Feng Yang!

Tens of thousands of corpses have been searched, no, none, no father, no chief!

Feng Yang became excited, they escaped, they must have successfully escaped!

Windpoplar hurried back to the southwest corner, where to the west was the Sands of Death of Dimor, and to the south was Hillhead, but where would they flee?

Even if Style Lida and the Dwarves have been neighbors for decades, it is absolutely impossible for the Dwarves to let a large number of humans enter the source of the hills, then they will escape into the Death Sands of Dimor, and if they enter, they will never be able to get out again!

There were indeed their footprints in the west, and there were hundreds of corpses scattered around, but when they reached the edge of the desert, there were no footprints to be seen!

Death Journey, people who enter the sand of death in Dimor, never come out alive, because more than half of the entire desert is quicksand, and even the edge of the place can see the flow of the sand!

Little girl, turn around and go to the Nanling Mountain Range, she wants to summon some flying birds, demon beasts and demonic beasts to come out, but there are fewer demonic beasts in the Nanling Mountain Range, and there are fewer flying demon beasts, even if you find the clansmen who have entered the desert, there are not enough flying birds, demon beasts and demonic beasts to bring all the people back!

And in the desert, one more minute is more dangerous, one second it is still a sand surface on the ground, and the next second it may become a man-eating quicksand surface!

No one knows how the Death Sands of Dimor's Death was formed, and if there is something terrible under the sand, it is like a big mouth, and since ancient times, it has been devouring all the creatures that pass by on the sand!

More than 50 giant flying birds hovered over the desert, and there were only a dozen people with good eyesight on the birds, constantly looking for the tribesmen who had fled into the desert in the desert!

"Hurry up and keep up with the team, don't stop!" Feng Long shouted loudly in the rear, his face was pale, his voice was hoarse, and there were countless wounds all over his body, especially on his back, the stick that was smashed by the mountain god sacrifice made Feng Long keep walking slightly bent over!

It's noon now, although it's spring, but the scorching sun of the desert is also very poisonous heat, Feng Long took out a bottle of Longyan milk, poured a drop into his mouth, and there were not a few drops left in the bottle, if it wasn't for the support of Longyan milk, he would have died several times!

After helping a fainted wounded soldier to get up, Feng Long also poured a drop of Longyan milk into his mouth, and the warrior suddenly came to his senses, and struggled to get up to keep up with the team!

In the sand of death, you can't stop, you can only follow the law of quicksand, follow along the edge of the quicksand, just like walking along the river, not too close, not too far, too far, maybe another sand stream will suddenly arise under your feet!

There were more than 5,000 warriors who fled into the sands of death in Dimore, and at the last moment, more than 6,000 warriors, led by Feng Long and the chieftain, sacrificed nearly a thousand warriors, and finally broke through the relatively weak encirclement in the west and rushed into the sands of death in Dimore!

The two coalition forces didn't dare to pursue at all, and even the style Rida warriors who had just rushed into the sand of death immediately had dozens of them, swallowed up by the outermost quicksand!

And now, out of more than 5,000 people, only 4,000 remained, and more than 1,000 more were eaten by the desert, and after losing a large number of warriors, the chief finally discovered a little bit of the law of the sands of death, that is, the edge of the quicksand is definitely on the ground!

So, keep keeping up with the quicksand, and at the convergence point of the quicksand, you can walk along another quicksand, keep walking, until you go out, or you can't walk and be swallowed by the desert!

From midnight to morning, these 4,000 soldiers were already scarred, exhausted, without food and water, even if they found the law of quicksand, how long could they hold on, was it a day, or not even half a day?

The warriors in the rear fell one after another, and the last drop of Longyan milk of Feng Long was also fed to an exhausted warrior!

The war horses also fell one after another, and their injuries were no lighter than those of the warriors, and there were many wounded warriors on their backs, and the horses fell, and the wounded warriors could only be carried by manpower!

Some seriously wounded soldiers and exhausted soldiers refused to leave anything, and the more strength they had in this desert, the more chance they had to survive, and bringing them with them would only drag down the brigade!

But the persistence of the seriously wounded and exhausted warriors was ultimately ineffective, and Feng Long and the chief took the lead, lifting a seriously wounded warrior and leaving, while the other warriors could not abandon their comrades, their own people, regardless of their resistance, or lifted, or helped, and never gave up!

A warrior with half a broken leg, his horse had died, and he struggled to jump on one leg, trying to throw himself into the quicksand, but was intercepted by Long Tiandu, and continued to walk along the quicksand without a goal!