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Face (genuine) The vast desert, the dead sea of sand, dotted with countless green and yellow grass beaches. Majestic and quiet, with a straight face, but mostly a scorching yellow. As far as the eye can see, the undulating waves and empty angry waves for hundreds of miles are frozen in an instant, making it stand still forever. Occasionally, a strong wind blows, and the sand flies, and the sky is dark, and a world of sand is suddenly formed. However, it didn't blow far before it was blocked by the ringworm-like grass beach, and gradually turned into a small yellow phoenix.

The boundless sea of sand is dotted with clumps of green grass and yellow willows, injecting vitality into the originally silent sea of sand. In order to survive in the water-scarce desert, they relied on their tenacious perseverance to dig their roots deep in the sand, up to tens of meters, until they reached a place where there was a water source. Here, once life is born, it is difficult to die, because the harsh environment can often nurture great and tenacious lives.

Two hundred miles away, there were about 60,000 or 70,000 cavalry and infantry, with long swords held high, flags and trumpets waving in the wind. Nearly a thousand people formed a column, moving in unison, like a long whip drawn horizontally. Descending into the desert where the corpses rested, they disappeared into the smoke and dust, and then over the floating dust, appearing on the other side of the hillside.

They were always dense, close to each other, and rushed here through high hills and small slopes, rushing over mounds and piles of sand, all green and yellow vegetation prostrate and moaning under their horses. Like a large black cloud, rigorous, brave and calm.

Lei Xiaoyao could hear the sound of the army stepping on the ground, they had seven or eight legions, and dozens of columns were lined up, and the flags and costumes of each row had special markings, but they were basically black. From a distance, it seemed that countless tumbling steel and iron pythons were moving quickly towards this side, like a demon passing through the yellow clouds.

It was as if the group had become a monster, and had only one heart. Each sub-column is winding and stretching, like a link of a demodex. Countless iron helmets, roars, white blades, and horses galloped to the sound of drums, the sound was fierce and orderly, and the breastplate like dragon scales appeared on the upper floor.

But what made him frown was that almost everyone had bloody heads of all sizes hanging from their waists, children, women and children, old people, and more young men, perhaps soldiers who had fought with them. Tens of thousands of advancing soldiers were strange-looking, with strong limbs and stout heads, but two small ears that grew on either side of their heads, peculating through the small gaps characteristic of their armor. His face was dark and hideous, with occasional saliva overflowing, but his eyes were blue but shot with a fierce light. It was dressed in linen or animal skin, covered with long thick body hair, and its feet were naked, and its claws had not yet degenerated.

But he focused his attention in the opposite direction, and they were responsible for the shakings in the fog. Because they were more numerous, it was roughly estimated that there were more than 100,000 people, and two-thirds of them were soldiers in silver armor, but they were scattered like sand. They rushed forward, their discarded weapons and belongings covered the sand, and the people were terrified and had no intention of fighting. There were about 20,000 or 30,000 women and children inside, but none of them were left behind, or carried or dragged along. Occasionally, a soldier fell, but was also lifted by a few people beside him, moving a speed a hundred times slower than the other party, but also fast.

In this huge retreating silver wave, compared to the black clouds that pursued, the appearance was quite passable, all of them had narrow foreheads and high eyebrow bones, the corners of their mouths drooped slightly, and their ears were similar to those of the human race, but they were level with their eyes. The body of the soldier is slightly inferior to that of the enemy, wrapped in coarse cloth in armor, and pedaling straw sandals, it seems that his daily life is relatively rich.

He summoned the closest things to him, a discarded cloth bag containing several crude herbs, as well as a few slender silver needles and a two-inch-wide scroll of cloth. A ruler-long sheathed short sword with a clear pattern on the scabbard and two unfamiliar fonts. The spikes of the sword are golden and delicately woven into knots, as if they are not man's things. A bulging bag, full of brown rice, weighed about five or six pounds.

Just when Lei was hesitating, they were two or three miles away. Within four or five hundred miles of this place are desolate next door, and in the five continents, there is no such mark. The only thing that made him happy was that the aura between heaven and earth was twice as rich as Qingchuan's. On the edge of the divine thought, there were several large and small villages, and the sky was dark at this time, and it seemed that it was almost dusk.

Alas...... Before the Little Wasteland could figure out how long the mountains and rivers were, it was thrown into such a strange place. Fortunately, it's not a Jedi, and there are nearly 200,000 guides moving here to pursue. Compared with the two teams, Lei Xiaoyao immediately made a calculation, and the defeated group was quite normal.

There was a tall soldier in every hundred zhang, holding a small flag with blue edges and embroidered with stars, shouting loudly, his voice was very urgent, as if urging everyone to go quickly. In the middle of the huge rout team, about a dozen soldiers surrounded three middle-aged men in silver armor and white helmets, and they were rushing forward quickly. One of the three red tassels on his helmet looked back from time to time, with worry on his face, when suddenly one of them stumbled and almost fell because it had hit another person. A man in a blue-gray robe, wearing a scarf, and a completely different appearance from himself, was looking at him with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey!" the man immediately reprimanded angrily, and after glancing at the other party, he was shocked again, and hurriedly retreated, but collided with the surrounding soldiers again. At this moment, a woman with an anxious face ran up from the crowd and cried a few words to him. However, when he saw the strange strange man who suddenly appeared, especially the thing in his right hand, he immediately smiled, and it was a short sword with a sheath.

A dozen soldiers were also taken aback, but immediately gathered around him and aimed their spears and spears at him, their faces full of hostility.

Lei Xiaoyao naturally didn't understand what they were talking about, he just looked at the man with three red tassels with a smile, and then looked at the woman's gaze staring at his hand, and immediately understood, and threw the short sword over. The woman immediately took it excitedly, squatted slightly with her right hand chest guard, and then turned around and ran away.

A bag of brown rice and a cloth bag were thrown in front of the person, and what the other party knew was better than a few words. The man's wary gaze retreated slightly, and he asked him a whining question. Lei Xiaoyao just shrugged his shoulders and made a very helpless move, and after thinking about it, he began to gesture. And pointed to the distance behind him, pointing at his face to make a very vicious look, and marking many marks on the ground.

This person's eyes are slightly smaller than the others, but they are bright, and there is a majestic momentum on his body. After carefully pondering the movements of this strange stranger, he seemed to have some understanding. A small rug was pulled out of the sleeve and spread out on the floor, with countless symbols and lines written on it, green and blue spots, and black curves. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.