"Very well, if no one knows. ”

Amid the collective silence of the merchants and the scolding of the mercenaries, Kandal looked around with a grim expression.

"Then let the duel start as soon as possible. ”

Tails' heart tightened.

Worst.

He clenched his fists, his gaze firmly fixed on the blue-faced orc Duraman in the distance.

If the worst happens......

If a duel cannot be avoided......

So how do I survive?

Tails took a deep breath and entered a state of hell senses, observing the enemy's situation, but suddenly there was a "bang" outside the eardrums, startling him.

It took Tails a few seconds to realize: it was the orcs looting the caravan's cargo in the distance.

On the rocky ground, his battle with the Meteorite and the Death Crow made the Sin of the Prison River significantly improved, and even strengthened his sense of hell a lot.

But that's why Tails learned his lesson: the senses of hell can bring more than ordinary perception, but sometimes, overly sensitive perception is not necessarily a good thing.

When the countless information that is usually isolated from consciousness is instilled into his brain by the senses of hell, Tails is only in chaos, and he can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, such as the melee just now - in the hell senses, the sound of orcs grinding their teeth twenty meters away is deafening, like a large march, often confused with the sound of knives and axes from a meter away, and the movements of the enemy in the distance are clear, such as in front of him, so that Tails subconsciously raised his hand to resist, but ignored the threat that was close at hand.

Becoming deaf and bright-eyed seems to be the envy of everyone, but the real person in question is actually bitter and can't say: a slightly louder noise and a slightly brighter light will make Tails unbearable, overreacting, and perceptually biased.

He needs time, he needs practice, to get used to his new form.

Thinking of this, Tails shook his head secretly: In the hazy memories of his previous life, those predecessors who were reborn and opened their veins, but who could directly skip the adaptation stage and use the upgraded new power to exert their might, were probably born superhuman.

He tried his best to concentrate his slightly out-of-control infernal senses on the opponent of the dueling, but he couldn't help but frown.

In the senses of hell, the fluctuations reflected in the orc's vision are not as diffuse as humans, but rather solid.

At least in Duraman's body, Tails couldn't find any signs of light close to the power of the end, but the boy watched the fluctuations of the muscles and muscles of his whole body, listened to the other party's heavy breathing, powerful heartbeat, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

But Tails had no doubt that this so-called holy guard, the blue-faced orc, could exert a power that most super-level warriors could not achieve with the bonus of finishing power with just one blow of his hand.

No.

He silently came to the conclusion: with his current self, he is still groping for adaptation in the new power......

There is no chance.

Let alone......

Tails glanced apprehensively at the other two Holy Guards.

"If he loses," the orc warlord Kandar stared at Tails tightly, his eyes cold, "you don't need to live...... Obviously, the gods don't like you. ”

This made everyone nervous.

At this time, a strange feeling crept into Tails's heart.

He subconsciously raised his head.

Wrong.

The prince silently said to himself: From the beginning, something is not right.

Where exactly?

What's wrong?

He turned his gaze and looked around.

At that moment, a cowering male voice rang out in the crowd.

"I ...... I know ......"

The captives frowned.

A trembling hand was raised.

"I know...... I know why the Stars are sending troops...... The Great Warchief......"

Tails was taken aback.

Kandal turned his head slightly.

"Look, I know," Kandal smiled contemptuously and strode to the other side, "as humans, you're all lazy, and all you need is a little bit of motivation. ”

Dean and Louisa frowned.

"What?"

Dean couldn't believe his eyes: "What could he know?"

A bald man curled up on the ground struggled to hold his belly, straightened his waist, didn't care about the dust on his body, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "If I told you, great war chief, would you let me live?"

Kandal stopped, lowered his head coldly, and looked directly at the caravan's owner, Sep Tomding.

"Depends on what you tell me. ”

Tails glared, holding back the strange feeling in his heart, guessing what Tomding was going to say.

Could it be ......

The orc Dulaman roared angrily, seemingly unhappy that the duel had been delayed.

Thomdine, who was on his knees, shuddered, but his words kept Tails from immediate doom.

"They...... Ten days ago, in Camp Bladetooth, I was chatting with my cousin, who was a standing soldier on the Western Front, and under Williams, that ......"

Kandal's eyes were cold:

"I know who Williams is, to the point. ”

All the captives stared intently at the conversation between the two, and their hearts were worried.

The orc's eyes seemed to have some kind of mysterious power that made Tomding tremble even more.

The merchant's speech increased and stammered: "My cousin, he, he sued, told me that the big men would soon, want, to seal the border, so I thought about pulling the caravan out to smuggle and make a little money......"

Kandal jerked out his remaining left hand!

It tugged at Tomding's necklace, pulled the frightened merchant up from the ground, dragged his legs off the ground, and crushed his face with a bloody mouth, and roared:

"Focus!"

The scream that Thomding had just exited was frightened back into his mouth by the roar.

Looking at the hideous orc face of the other party, Tomding is like a vole facing only a poisonous snake, with no way to escape.

After a few seconds, the merchant shook his teeth and said with a white face:

"Baron Williams spoke to some of the nobles in the room, and my cousin overheard...... The big guys go into the desert as if they want to hunt down someone......"

Hearing this, Tails' breath suddenly froze!

He looked as usual, and couldn't bear to look at Dean and Louisa's eyes.

What does this Thomding know?

It's terrible.

It is necessary to face the threat of a duel......

And think about the idea of getting out......

There is also the danger of revealing one's identity......

Tails gritted his teeth: Is it bad luck day?

He frowned slightly, and the uncontrollable sense of hell fed back to the heartbeats of the two of them: the caravan master was almost frightened, Kandal seemed vicious, but his heartbeat was still calm—though Tails didn't know if it was a trait unique to orcs.

In the distance, the sound of orcs looting loot came one after another, and the movements were rude and the noise was constant, disturbing him.

The strange feeling is still there.

Wrong.

Something is wrong!

The boy's brow furrowed and tightened.

In the hellish senses, the orcs in the camp were noisy, and the rough whispers and rough movements seemed to be close to the ears.

The strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Hunt down someone?" Kandal thoughtfully said, his hand loosening slightly.

"Who?"

Tomding shook his head violently.

The move made Kandal tighten his grip again.

It retracted the corners of its mouth: "Looks like you need more motivation?"

Thomding screamed, "No, no, no, no- I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"

He cried and sobbed: "I swear, I swear by the honor of the nobility of my ancestors! I really don't know who they are going to hunt!"

Dean and Luisa both sighed.

McGee, who was beaten to the ground, sneered disdainfully.

Kandal stared at Tom Ding for a long time.

After a few seconds, the orc warlord looked at the snot and tears that flowed from his hands in disgust, and then his hand relented.

Tom Ding fell back to the ground with a thud.

The owner of the caravan breathed a sigh of relief and sobbed and slapped his chest:

"But, but since they are as hateful as you say, and leave no living creatures in the desert, then they must hate that man as much as they hate you......"

Kandal, who was shaking his hands, lowered his head.

Realizing that he might have said the wrong thing, Thomding raised his hands tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to, I just, I just ......"

But Kandal ignored his disrespect: "You say, the Kingdom of the Stars has traveled all over the desert to hunt down someone?"

"That's what my cousin heard......"

Kandar snorted coldly, "Who is it? It is worth fighting on the western front of the entire kingdom...... Bloody killings, corpses all over the field?"

At that moment, Tails was shocked!

I see!

The boy suddenly understood.

He understood where that strange feeling came from!

The prince's chest heaved and his eyes changed sharply.

So that's the mystery.

It is also the only chance for them to survive in the hands of this group of cruel and cunning orcs!

The Q&A between Kandal and Tom Ding continued, but the prince had no heart to listen any further.

While everyone's attention was on the other side, Tails perked up and his lips moved slightly.

"Dean," the boy tilted his head and whispered to his captive, "Orcs, they're looting your goods. ”

"Of course, they love human spoils. ”

Dean was a little worried and a little hesitant, and he glanced at Kandal, who was interrogating Tom Ding, "Listen, Waiya, it won't let us go anyway, so you ......"

Tails shook his head.

"No, Dean, listen to me: they are looting, but they are discarding what is valuable, and are rushing to loot food, water, and medicine. ”

Dean frowned.

"What?"

The bald mercenary wondered, "How do you know?"

Listening to the movement in his ears, Tails paused slightly: "I'll listen...... The last thing I saw was that they were looking for necessary supplies. ”

Finding supplies......

Dean was thoughtful.

On the other side, Tomding was scared into tears by the orcs again.

"Dean," Tails continued softly, "we just took up arms and resisted, a dozen or so people, and according to the war chief, they only lost a few men, right......?"

Dean pursed his lips, "What?"

"But they ...... There were dozens or hundreds of them, but almost half of them were wounded," Tails pouted at the rows of orcs, "including the Warchief himself, his armor was also covered with dried blood and new wear. ”

Dean's gaze froze in midair.

Luisa said that in order to conceal and raid, they specially unarmored and lightly attacked, but if they were not deliberately lightly armoured...... Or forced?"

The bald mercenary perked up: "What do you mean......"

"They're not in as good shape as they say they are, Dean," Tails' eyes burned with a flame of hope, "They went through a battle not long ago, and they traveled lightly, without food and clothing......"

"They're ...... Escape. ”

At that moment, the atmosphere between the two was different.

The dark night seemed to be much brighter.

Dean was silent for a moment.

"That means ......"

Tails nodded: "We just need to find a way to get them ......"

He didn't finish.

Because in the next moment—

"Bang-"

The thunderous sound suddenly shook everyone in place!

Orcs and humans, merchants and mercenaries, war chiefs and princes all turned back in horror at this moment, turning in the direction from which the loud noise came.

I saw that in the thick of the night, a terrible fire was burning in a camp not far away, and the fire was so high that it even burned in the air, a full ten meters!

The firelight illuminates the sand dunes in all directions, making them stand out in the night sky.

Tails and Dean stared blankly at the flames in the distance, staring at each other.

Yaku, one of the "Kandal ......" guards, looked at the burning camp in amazement, jerked off his black bow, and said something to the battle chief anxiously.

"Hula—" Warchief Kandar yelled, but it turned its head and waved its arms anyway.

Yaku nodded, leading a dozen orc warriors to check.

It turned around, grabbed the equally frightened Tomding, pointed at the flames and said angrily, "What's the matter!"

"I, I, I ......"

Thomding wagged his hands desperately, trying to show his innocence and cooperation.

"In the sand dunes of Blade Tooth, the army has been moving frequently in the past few days, and the scale is very large, and the management is a little lax," the merchant cried and mourned: "So I took the opportunity...... Some military supplies were shipped...... For example, a little bit of eternal oil refining, your men, probably robbing - I mean - accidentally ...... while rummaging"

"A little bit?" said McGee, who was lying on the ground, as he watched the fire on the sand.

Kandal looked at the flames, then at Tomding, his expression angry, his cheeks twitching, and the upper and lower rows of teeth almost crushing each other.

"You may not know much about the properties of eternal oils, and there may be more than a 'tint' number of them......"

Tom Ding looked at the fire, forgot the horror of the orcs for a moment, and said bitterly: "So, if you want to put it out, you should use a lot of sand......

Kandal howled angrily and threw down the hapless Thomding.

Sure enough, a minute later, the orc Yaku returned with a dozen warriors with a grim face, and it shook its head at Kandal, who had an ugly expression.

Kandal roared reluctantly.

The Great War Chief turned around and gave orders in their language, and many lightly armed orcs immediately sprang into action and dispersed around the camp.

The flames are still burning.

"It seems that Tomding's insatiable greed and dogmatic cowardice have helped," Dean whispered, narrowing his eyes, "they are retreating...... You're right, we have a chance. ”

Tails pursed his lips.

In the unexpected confusion, Kandal seemed to finally remember the group of human captives.

"It's a pity," the orc warlord turned to them, coldly stroking the sharp iron fork on his wrist, "It's going to be over early." ”

"I'd like to talk to all of you a little longer. ”

The captives' faces changed dramatically.

Kandal snorted lightly and looked at Tails, its black face overlapping in the reflection of the flames, making it even more hideous: "You know, Saika, I really want to see how you react to Duraman......"

Duraman roared, and the mace slammed to the ground.

Tails felt a chill in his heart.

Bad.

The orc warlord walked forward slowly, his gaze on Tails: "Especially, I just figured out a lot of things......"

At this moment, on the other side of the desert, a beam of sparks rose from the ground, making a terrible sharp sound!

"Whoa—"

Bright, harsh.

Everyone, including Kandal, subconsciously looked in the direction of this spark.

A few seconds later, where the sparks appeared, on the other side of the dunes, several voices could be heard in the distance:

"Puff-puff-"

Dull, understated, hurried, but rhythmic.

Getting closer.

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the dune, the shouts of an orc warrior burst out: "Kruri-"

The shouting stopped abruptly before the roar was finished, and turned into a painful cry: "Ahhhh

Before Tails could react, the faces of the orcs present changed dramatically!

The warrior's cries of pain have not yet disappeared.

But Kandal had already roared in anger and turned sharply at its warriors!

Without any hesitation, the chieftain of the tribe threw off his strong and powerful arms, and in the loudest voice since he appeared, roared and ordered: "Musa!"

In the next second, faster than the blink of an eye, all the orc warriors roared and unsheathed their weapons, and took great strides under the leadership of Yaku and Lusana, consciously forming a team and running!

Except for the orc Duraman, who pointed at the captive Tails emotionally and said something to Kandal.

The orc, who had a blood feud with Tails, seemed to have made up his mind to settle his grievances here.

Tails' heart sank.

"Don't worry," Dean beside him said calmly, "I told Luisa that we will find an opportunity to fight back." ”

But his reassurance didn't work—for Kandal yelled in anger more than Durahman, and even punched the guard mercilessly.

Eventually, Duraman gave Tails a resentful look and joined his companions.

The captives stood in the center of the field, watching in disbelief as the busy orcs looked frenzied, and in groups and rows of heavy steps, ran past them, running in the opposite direction of the sparks!

They had little time to attend to their captives.

"How ......" it was surprised by Luisa.

The next scene reveals the answer.

On the sand dunes not far from them, a tall figure swept past the sand barrier, breaking through the darkness of the night and appearing in the light of fire.

It was a knight.

A horse, a man, with stirrups on his feet and reins in his hands.

He stepped on the swift sound of his hooves, and his whole body was freely attached to the horse's back, and he fell together in a gallop, flying towards him, and rushed down the dunes.

Two orc sentries on the dunes saw the knight.

They shouted angrily, raised their terrifying blades, and stepped on amazing steps, leading their majestic bodies to rush towards this intruder!

The knight on the horse ignored the approaching threat, and he simply hunched over and sped away.

The two sides are getting closer.

until they meet each other.

The fury of the orcs was full of hatred: a heavy hammer and a broadsword cut a menacing arc in their hands, and with a terrifying force and the howl of death, it seemed to cut open the belly of the horse.

Tails was shocked.

But the knight whistled softly.

At that moment, the mount under his crotch turned nimbly, stomped the horse's hooves, and turned before the blade reached him!

The moment the knight turned around, the sharp-eyed Tails saw the pattern on his robe:

A crow.

A dark blue crow with only one wing.

The knight narrowly avoided the orc's interception, staggling the two deadly weapons.

But it didn't end.

A light, sharp spear poked out of the horse and pierced into the neck of one of the orcs in front of him.

At the roar of the two orcs, the tip of the knight's spear was retracted, and with his superb horsemanship, it soared far away, leaving only a puddle of enemy blood behind his back.

As well as a few inches of ponytail.

"This symbol is the Crow Whistle Light Rider of the Croma Family," the old hammer couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, "It's the famous Second Commando of the Raven Guard, 'Thunderbolt'!"

Tails' heart moved: the Cromar family......

The Croma family?

Something familiar......

The orc, whose neck had been punctured, howled in rage, and pursued the knight with its companions in a terrible step, ignoring the blood spilled.

But they can't catch up.

The knight spun in an arc and rode farther and faster on the dunes.

Finally, the orc, who had been stabbed in the neck, had gone a long way and almost stained the sand red, and then collapsed.

Before the last of its blood was drained, the orc's resilient life sustained it, raising its blade against the knight's erratic back.

But its blade is too short.

Not out of reach.

It thought so, its thick arms trembling in the air for a moment, and finally hung limply.

Never move again.

Beneath the dunes, the Kandal Warchief watched from afar as his warriors fell, screaming in grief and rage.

The orcs shouted in unison, venting the hatred in their hearts.

"Yo, the bastards of the Cracked Stone, I haven't seen you in two days!"

The first human knight looked at the burning camp not far away, looked at the angry orcs below, and stopped his horses.

He stopped on the sand dune, and the laughter came from afar, reaching the ears of every orc: "The 'Holy Day' has not yet arrived, so let's start a bonfire party now......"

"Isn't it too early?"

Another orc sentry howled bitterly and charged towards the knight.

It didn't make it to the end.

"Puff-p-p-"

A second knight rushed from the other side of the dune, flashing a saber as the orc turned back, staggering past it.

In Kandal's terrible roar, the head of the second orc flew high with unwilling and resentful eyes.

The captives were silent, and the orcs cried out in grief.

Tails watched this scene in a daze, watching the fierce orcs die one after another.

Kandal's roar grew more and more urgent.

Under his order, nearly a hundred orcs quickly divided into two parts:

Nearly twenty orcs, with an astonishing momentum and heavy weapons, stepped forward, forming a formation facing the sand dunes where the knight was.

The rest of the orcs chanted slogans and gnashed their hatred - they put away their weapons, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction.

"What are they doing...... "Fastrope looked surprised.

The old hammer shook his head, and the experienced one gave the answer briefly:

"Run for your life. ”

Tails was about to ask a question, but found that the next moment, he was grabbed by the neck by a huge orc!

"Waiya!" Dean and Luisa shouted angrily, and Tails was pinned into Kandal's left arm.

But the orcs guarding the captives did not move, they stood coldly behind the humans, suppressing everyone who wanted to resist.

Tails wanted to exert his strength, but found that the other party's strength was the most terrifying he had ever encountered: "You-"

He didn't finish his sentence, because the next moment, Kandal's iron fork was pressed against his throat.

"Quiet!"

The orc warlord grabbed Tails by the throat, looked at his shocked gaze, and said to the captives, "This will be over soon—I don't want to make the scene too ugly." ”

The next second, Kandal put his mouth to his ear and spoke in a voice that only two people could hear: "Tell your father, and tell Morat too." ”

"I found you first. ”

"And I know who you are. ”

At that moment, Tailce froze completely.

Dean and Luisa were still shouting excitedly, but it didn't matter anymore.

What the?

Father?

Morat?

Who found me first?

Know who I am?

It's all ...... What do you mean?

Kandal twisted Tails' head toward him, his bright yellow eyes sharp.

Tails stared at Kandal with a bewildered look.

He suddenly found that the other party's expression at the moment was extremely serious, neither the previous humor nor the grief and indignation just now.

Rather, calm down.

Rare calmness.

"So, Bright Star, I kept my promise," Kandal said in a suppressed voice, "what about yours?"

"There's a period later, Saika. ”

The next moment, Tails felt a pain in his forehead, and instantly ate a mouthful of sand.

"Wya!"

A few seconds later, Tyles, who had been lifted up from the sand by Dean and was in shock, could only watch with shock and bewilderment as the back of the orc warlord went away, and Kandal and his warriors joined the ranks of the tribe and ran into the distance.

What's going on?

"Are you okay? What did it do to you?"

Tails didn't answer, he just blinked, his face full of surprise.

Its promise? The promise of the bright star?

He doesn't understand.

This orc ......

What the hell is this orc......

"Oh my god," Fastrope winked in disbelief as he pulled McGee up from the ground, "we survived...... They're gone!"

Dean looked at the orcs running in the distance, and then at the orcs who stayed behind to form a formation, his face complicated.

The knights of the dunes whistled down, and they had a dozen horsemen, nimbly bypassing the orcs in formation and chasing Kandal as they ran.

With the departure of the orcs, the captives regained their freedom, but they did not have time to rejoice in their luck, because soon the next thing attracted all their attention.

Ocean wave.

For a second, Tails thought he had misheard.

But that's right.

It's the waves.

The sound of the waves invaded his ears over and over again.

Crash......

Whoa......

"What's that?" asked Quickrope in horror.

"Oh ......no," the old hammer looked ugly.

In the firelight, the captives looked around in horror, but saw nothing but the dark horizon.

But the waves did not disappear.

Whoa......

After more than ten seconds, the 'waves' are getting closer and bigger!

into a terrible rag.

Bang......

Thundered......

In the next moment, the captives looked terrified at the ground, then into the distance.

"Shit. Dean cursed.

Everyone felt it: an innegligible vibration, moving from the sand to the feet and up the back.

Thundered......

The shaking of the ground is getting louder, more pronounced, and more frequent.

Thundered......

Tails even felt like his heart was about to be shaken out.

Thundered......

Finally, the uneasiness caused by the raging waves ended.

In an instant, on the top of the sand dunes in front of me, on the boundary between heaven and earth, countless black shadows appeared at the same time.

Thundered......

In the glow of the blazing fire, black shadows formed a continuous black line.

Like dense ants, they are like sweeping black tides, covering the dunes from top to bottom, staining the sand and gravel in the firelight.

It's like night.

"Oh my God, that's ......" Louisa narrowed her eyes, her face pale.

Tails couldn't help but hold his breath.

He saw the shadows.

It's people.

Exactly.

It's cavalry.

Countless cavalry!

Thundered......

They are treading on the rolling iron hooves, the momentum is amazing, overwhelming!

Like the black lava that devoured everything on the crater, it poured down at great speed.

Pounce on this tiny camp.

Unhindered.

Unstoppable.

Tails watched the scene blankly.

At the top of the dune, a knight who looked like a commander appeared in the range of the firelight, shouting orders.

The cavalry shouted in unison in response.

But Tails didn't pay attention to him.

What he saw was behind the leading horseman, another galloping knight, holding a tall banner.

With the Mercedes, the flag shook off completely in the firelight.

Tails stared blankly at the flag, at the unfamiliar or familiar pattern, and his heart was full of flavors.

That's one side......

Simultaneously......

A ...... with white edges and a blue background

Silver Cross Twin Star Banner.

"In the name of His Majesty Kessel!"

In the next second, the leading knight raised his sword and pointed condescendingly at the camp under his hooves: "Anything less than four legs ......"

"None of them will be left!"

(End of chapter)