A red sunset slowly sank into the endless sea of sand.
The clouds on the horizon are connected into a light orange gauze, which is connected with the endless yellow sand. The color in front of you is a complete gradient from light yellow to orange.
The sky gradually darkened, night came, and the warm sand quickly turned cold.
Surdak looked up at the stars that gradually lit up in the night sky. The gap at the edge of the desert was more than ten kilometers long. It was almost impossible to monitor the entrance to this desert at night.
In desperation, Surdak once again opened the sacrificial altar, consuming three three-headed hell dog heads to bless Samira with the blessing effect of 'insight'. After the sacrificial altar can obtain a more powerful blessing effect
, Surdak found that the sacrifices he had stored were obviously not enough.
The team found the highest sand dune nearby, and Samira stood on the top of the dune.
She is like a cheetah that has always been quiet, lurking there quietly.
…
The camel team passed through the red rock wall full of gravel. The thick fleshy palms of the camel humps walked very slowly on the gravel. Some strong men with dark red turbans on their heads led the camels, and their faces were full of blood.
He looked tired.
Each camel was dragging two heavy bags of supplies on its back. These people walked silently in the darkness without talking to each other.
A huge shadow appeared in front of us, and the soft and cool sand appeared in front of us. We finally reached the edge of the desert, just like fish swimming back into the sea. The tense heartstrings of these strong men relaxed slightly, and someone was about to step on them.
The scimitar on the waist was re-hung on the hook next to the hump.
The strong man walking in the front pulled away the gauze covering his face, and looked behind him with his sharp hawk-like eyes. Then he pressed his body to the ground and listened for a while. When he stood up,
, the camel team behind has already followed.
The strong man took off two water bags from the side of the hump and threw them to the men beside him. Then he pursed his dry lips and said in a hoarse voice:
"All team members will rest where they are for a while. They will not be able to rest until they go into the desert and walk back to the oasis."
The strong men leading the camels immediately gathered around the two water bags, sharing the water in the water bags, and then lay down on the soft beach with their scimitars in their arms, squinting their eyes to relax quickly.
The strong man took a few steps towards the top of the sand dune, and the soft sand kept flowing downwards. Every step he took would almost send him back to where he was with the quicksand.
Behind him, an old man with gray beard and hair slowly walked up. His eyes were eroded by time, making them cloudy and burnt.
He hunched over, stood beside the strong man, and said to him: "Awang, we shouldn't have killed so many villagers, and we took too much food this time. It is estimated that some people will not survive this winter. Maybe
This village will be deserted next year, and we will no longer be able to get food here."
"Even if we can't grab food, it will only be next year. If we don't grab it, we won't even be able to survive this year..." Ngawang said coldly.
The strong man Awang sat down on the slope of the sand dune. The soft sand made him feel inexplicably at ease.
The old man also sat down with him and said in a nostalgic tone: "In the past, when we went to the deserted land, we didn't even need to cross the windy rift valley. It was only half a day's journey to the desert. Basically, we had to go early.
If you go out, you can come back at night. At that time, there were many villages close to the Great Rift Valley. They were cultivating oat fields next to the Rift Valley. In the fall, we would collect some oats."
The old man sighed, and then said: "In the early days, those who were willing to make a living in the deserted land were poor exiles. Later, some vagrants and criminals came here, and they settled here.
After more than ten generations of hard work, some villages were slowly formed."
"There is a sand sea of nearly a thousand kilometers between here and Barbetila Province, and the closer we get, the more desolate the sand becomes. Even people like us who are familiar with the desert will come here to rob villages if we don't know about the hidden oases.
." The old man continued: "Later, other bandit groups in the desert saw that we could always survive the severe winter safely, and the secrets of the deserted land slowly leaked out. Those people did it more ruthlessly than us, and they killed more people.
Killing, the land is slowly becoming desolate, and there are basically no villages to the west of the Gale Rift Valley."
A robber on the side handed the water bag to the old man. The old man took a cherished sip and then said:
"The villages now hidden in deserted lands are very hidden. They are usually hidden in mountain valleys, and they are far away from the desert. Sometimes there is no harvest, and there are fewer bandit groups willing to come here."
Awang spat out a mouthful of blood-streaked spit and said to the old man: "If that old dog Gage hadn't been very cruel and drove us all to the eastern part of the desert, I wouldn't have risked entering the deserted land.
I heard that there is a new baron here and he is ruthless, and even now there are hundreds of robber corpses hanging on the top of the Paglos Pass."
The old man sighed again.
Awang then cheered up and said: "But this time our harvest is pretty good. With this food, plus what we accumulated before, it should be enough to get through this winter. When next spring comes, I will
Let’s try to see if we can cross that big meadow in the northwest. I heard there are many wandering herdsmen raising horses there, as well as herds of wild horses and yellow sheep, so it’s easier to survive.”
The old man shook his head again and said: "The nomadic herdsmen have many animals, but the Durwa herdsmen are all good at riding and archery, and they ride green Congs of Qinglin horse descent. They are staring at them on the grass.
, our camel team cannot escape them..."
Before the old man could finish these words, a scream came from the silent night.
"ah!"
The strong man Awang suddenly stood up from the sand and asked loudly in the direction of the scream: "What's going on?"
A subordinate ran over in the darkness and ran to the leader in a panic. He said with horror on his face: "Chief Awang, Ganda has been shot to death!"
Awang's eyes widened and he walked towards the darkness. As he walked, he asked: "Where is the enemy?"
The robbers around him held weapons in their hands and looked around.
The panicked subordinate pointed to the top of the hill and said hesitantly: "It seems to be over there, leader. It's too dark to see where the arrow came from. It seems to be over there..."
At this time, Awang had found the man who had been shot through the throat on the sand dozens of meters away. He looked at the top of the sand dune with a pair of sharp eyes and shouted in a deep voice:
"follow me!"
A group of men gathered around Awang, wearing leather armor and holding scimitars in their hands, and rushed up the sand dune at a fast pace.
In the pitch-black night, the arrows that had been flying silently pierced the forehead of a sand thief. The sand thief was immediately pushed back by the huge force and rolled down the sand dune. He even screamed.
No chance.
Immediately afterwards, a sand bandit behind him was shot through the shoulder by an arrow.
"Marksman! Shield..." Awang growled through gritted teeth. He didn't lose any men along the way. He was about to enter the desert when he was blocked by an unknown team with sharpshooters. He gritted his teeth and ran towards the top of the sand dune. The men behind him
He hurriedly followed him.
He couldn't remember which bandit group had such a powerful archer. In the darkness, Awang only felt that his body was locked from a distance. It was a mysterious and mysterious combat intuition. This kind of intuition had never saved him on the battlefield.
How many times had this feeling arisen in him when he faced the darkness at this moment? Awang did not hesitate at all. His whole body was like a fish jumping into the water. His waist suddenly turned over, and he suddenly turned around and moved five to the right.
Status...
I saw a black arrow flying silently from his original position, and another flying arrow flying close to his cheek. The sharp hook carved a blood groove on his face. Awang stopped.
Halfway up the sand dune, he curled up into a ball. He had never been so close to death.
Standing on the top of the hill, Samira let out a light sigh, drew her bow again and fired an arrow, shooting down two bandits who continued to charge upward.
The bandits were almost rushing to the top of the sand dune. The bandits in front held shields in their hands, but ten brothers lay down during the charge.
Awang rushed to the top of the sand dune and saw an ogre over three meters tall wearing simple black shoulder pads waiting there with a bone-crushing stick in his hand. A chill rose from the soles of his feet, and he suddenly remembered
There was a rumor among the bandits before. I heard that the newly arrived noble lord in the deserted land had an ogre and an elf archer among his followers. Unexpectedly, the archer turned out to be of the blood of the "Night Elf", with a...
The ability to see at night...
Awang regretted his recklessness. His body was like a strong sand wolf, stepping on the soft sand and rushing towards the right side of the ogre's waist. The scimitar in his hand wanted to follow the ogre's waist.
A wound was made on the left rib of his forehead. The robber and Awang cooperated very well and rushed directly to the ogre's right rib. The ogre ignored Awang and the robber at all and swung the bone-breaking club in his hand.
It was round, and the robber who rushed forward swept away sideways.
Awang took the opportunity to lower his body, almost pressing his body against the sand, barely avoiding the sweep, and then the scimitar in his hand drew a strange arc...
Just when the blade was about to approach the ogre, a dwarf chain shield appeared in front of the blade. The scimitar struck the sharp jagged edge of the dwarf chain shield, causing a trace of sparks to fly out. A silver light shone on the shield. Awang
He felt a counter-shock force that made his wrist rise suddenly. Before he could counteract the momentum, a blood-red sword light flashed in front of him.
Awang did not feel how sharp the blood-red crescent was. He only felt that his sight was not controlled by his body, and the surrounding scenery suddenly rotated violently.
The severe pain in his neck was transmitted to his brain. He seemed to be flying up, but he was so light. In the rotating night, he saw a body standing in the sand with blood spurting from its neck. He looked at it in horror.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I realized at this moment that I had been beheaded by my opponent...
Awang's head rolled onto the sand dune, and the headless body fell to the sand with a thud.
"drink!"
The ogre shouted loudly, and swung the bone-crushing stick in his hand to fly away five bandits who rushed forward. Almost all the robbers hit by the bone-crushing stick had lumbar vertebrae like wheat cut down by a sickle in autumn...
They were broken one after another, and the body was swept into two parts.
"Who are you?" Someone in the bandit group shouted angrily, but no one answered.
"Everyone, spread out and run! Hurry..." Someone among the robbers shouted with an accent different from that of a deserted land.
The robbers running behind didn't even see clearly what was happening in front of them. Someone shouted this voice, and dozens of robbers immediately fled in all directions, no longer looking at the battlefield behind them.
They were very experienced in escaping. Almost all of them formed a ball and rolled down the dune when rushing down the dune.
Under the sand dunes, Andrew had already killed several bandits guarding the camel caravan. He was holding a butcher's ax in his hand, standing in front of the sand, stepping on the head of an old bandit with gray hair under his feet, and spitting out the grass roots in his mouth.
, looking at the sand pirates rolling down quickly, his eyes were filled with blood.
…
The battle at night went much smoother than Surdak imagined. After Samira had the ability of 'insight', she almost chased and killed the bandits who escaped into the night.
Compared to the battlefield on the dunes, the battle under the dunes was too bloody. The indigenous warrior Andrew held an ax in both hands, like a wild boar rushing into a cabbage field. He never thought about the integrity of the robber's body, and the ax wheel in his hand
He stood up and struck the skull, and the skull instantly shattered...
Surdak even thought about whether the heads of these bandits could be taken out as sacrifices, but he just thought about it. If he really sacrificed them, he would probably be labeled a 'heretic' and be enchanted soon.
The magicians of the union law enforcement team are hunting everywhere.
Before dawn, Surdak even had a chance to take a nap.
More than forty camels have been connected in a string by ropes, and the supplies on each camel's back have been counted. Most of them are carrying wheat grains and some messy mountain goods, as well as some tents to keep out the cold and other supplies.
Some supplies were even stained with dried blood. Surdak put the heads of all the robbers into boxes. These heads were handed over to the guard camp and they could also receive some meritorious rewards.
While helping the half-elf archer Samira collect the camel team, the ogre discovered a camel with a broken leg, so by the morning, the camel had turned into a veritable roasted camel.
The ogre held a huge hump and bit into it, his mouth full of grease.
When the sky finally lightened up, the headless corpses that could not be taken away from the battlefield had been strung up by dozens of spears and stood on the top of the sand dunes. Along with these piled corpses, there was also a giant stone weighing several thousand kilograms. Rock bar, this huge rock is about three meters high, placed on the sand dune.
On it was carved a line of imperial text 'Desolate Land Boundary'.