Except for the warriors on guard, the rest of the people set up a few simple tents around Sinbad. As the night got darker, the surrounding sandstorms became more and more frequent, and from time to time, patches of dust and mist were raised, like sails passing by.
The captain walked up to Sinbad, opened his mouth, and poured a few small drops of water into it to ensure that the boy would not die of dehydration.
"This little lion will definitely become a famous figure when he grows up." A warrior couldn't help but sigh. Until now, Sinbad has not bowed his head and surrendered.
"Then you must have a chance to grow up. You work in pairs and take turns guarding." The captain snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to block the blowing sand and dust, and got into the tent.
Sinbad was lying on the ground, half-conscious, his skin and flesh wrinkled everywhere, like red-hot shrimps. After nightfall, the sand became cold and hard, his insides were as hot as fire, but his skin was cold and twitching.
"There will be an angel." The boy murmured vaguely. His father's face floated before his eyes in a trance, and Uncle Musa's face floated past... If they were there, they were no longer there.
In the middle of the night, most of the secret guards were asleep in their tents. The warriors on guard sat tiredly on the top of the sand peak, and glanced around casually every once in a while. Two people were guarding beside Sinbad, each with their heads drooping and feeling faint.
Drowsy.
A slight horse neighed, mixed in with the sound of sand slapping against the tent, making it inaudible. However, one of the secret guards stood up alertly, held a machete, and pointed towards the horse not far away.
The group went to take a look.
Eight black horses stood in the leeward, and the sand dunes cast a thick shadow above them\u
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Shadow 7684. A horse raised its front hooves, flicked its tail a few times, and then became quiet again.
The secret guard muttered and sat down again. After a while, it was time to change the guard, and two sleepy warriors came out of the tent and took the place of their companions.
"I'm going to drink water." One of the warriors yawned and walked towards the horse, picked up the water bag on the saddle, and drank a few big sips. His mouth was dry, and the water seemed particularly sweet, so he couldn't help but drink it in one gulp.
Light.
After putting down the water bag, he suddenly felt a strong cramping pain in his chest. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out of his throat, and only black blood kept flowing out of his mouth and nose. His eyes turned black, and he slowly fell forward. A pair of hands
He suddenly reached out from under the horse's belly and held the body to prevent it from making a falling sound.
After a while, another warrior came back without seeing his companion. He couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart. He pulled out his scimitar and walked around cautiously.
In the blur of wind and sand, he saw his companion standing in front of the horse, holding a water bag, his back shrouded in shadow. "Are you still filling water?" He sheathed his scimitar, stepped forward and patted the other party's shoulder, "
Give me a bite!"
The other party handed him the water bag with his backhand and turned around at the same time. Just as he was about to reach out and take it, a dagger suddenly stabbed out from behind the water bag and penetrated his throat. The other hand covered his mouth tightly. At this time, he
Only then did he see the other person's face clearly, his eyes showed horror, but all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained by the dagger, and he was no longer able to struggle.
On the top of the sand peak, the secret guard responsible for sentry raised his head and wandered lazily into the distance for a while. When he looked back, he was shocked to find that the sky around Sinbad was empty and there were no guards at all.
Just as a gust of sand wind blew by, he stood up and rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had been dazzled. When he opened his eyes again, his field of vision was occupied by the enlarging triangular pyramidal arrowheads. A dark light shot from below,
Pierced between the eyebrows, the cold crossbow arrow penetrated the back of the head, bringing with it a rain of blood.
The corpse fell backwards and rolled down the sloping sandy slope. Halfway down the slope, it was grabbed by a pair of hands and silently dragged to the top of the mountain, where it sat in a posture of sitting with its head bowed, with a pile of tools behind it.
The yellow sand held it up to prevent it from falling over.
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d8den raised his head, pulled the black scarf wrapped around his head, and with sharp eyes like a knife, looked down at the tent below the sand peak. He found Musa's body in Sinbad's hut, and began to track it all the way until he entered the ghost house.
I was lost in the desert and found this group of men in black robes.
During the day, he deliberately walked away to make the other party think that he was just passing by. He waited patiently until late at night, when the wind and sand greatly reduced the visibility, and then he started to take action.
Gordon put a crossbow on the other side of the body, buckled the arrow, coated the arrow with poison, and pulled the crossbow string with a looped rope. The other end of the rope extended out and was buried under the yellow sand. He arranged the mechanism.
, he lowered his body, and his broad black robe was like the spread wings of a wolf vulture, sliding lightly down the sand peak.
There was no movement around. Gordon quietly crawled to a tent and listened to the snoring coming from inside. Then, with a dagger in his mouth, he slowly opened a corner of the tent and walked in on his knees.
The two secret guards lay back to back, lying on both sides of the felt. Even if they fell asleep, their hands were still firmly holding the handles of the knives.
With a flash of cold light, Gao Deng raised his dagger and cut one person's throat, blood gurgling out. With his knees on the ground, he jumped up lightly and threw himself at the other person.
With a "Pfft" sound, the dagger was inserted into the opponent's heart and twisted. Gordon's other palm covered the opponent's mouth. The secret guard groaned in his throat, kicked his feet twice randomly, and died.
There were three left. Gordon pulled out the dagger and was about to climb out when he suddenly heard a slight noise coming from outside.
The captain was walking out of his tent, unzipping his pants and planning to pee. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sinbad lying alone on the ground, and the warrior in charge of guarding was gone.
"Where are the people?" He instantly drew his knife, fastened his belt in a hurry, and glanced sharply. "Where are the people watching? Come out! Everyone, come out!" He roared loudly, and the high-pitched roar suddenly spread everywhere.
Echoing in the empty desert night sky.
The two warriors rushed out of the tent, drew their swords and looked around. Apart from that, no one showed up around them. Their companions seemed to be swallowed up by the desert in the middle of the night and disappeared without a trace.
"Skinny monkey! Old seventh! Big head! Buhan..." the captain called one after another\u77
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The three of them looked at each other, and one person suddenly pointed to the top of the sand peak and shouted: "Old Scar seems to be still up there!" He grabbed the scimitar and immediately ran towards the sand peak. The other person ran to the remaining tents and went in to check. The captain backed away.
After a few steps, he walked up to Sinbad, grabbed the boy, held him in front of him, and held Sinbad's neck with the sharp blade.
The secret guard opened the tent and saw two corpses lying prone on the ground with their backs facing up. The blood that flowed out was quickly sucked up by the yellow sand, leaving only large dark black blood stains.
He looked around alertly, squatted down, grabbed a blood-stained corpse, turned it over and looked at it. The corpse suddenly jumped up, and the dagger slipped out of the black robe sleeve and stabbed into his throat.
At the same time, a short scream came from the top of the sand peak. Another secret guard fell down with an arrow in his thigh. He covered the wound, his face quickly turned black, and his body twitched in pain
After a few seconds, he stopped moving.
The last one. Gordon threw off his black robe, pulled off his turban, and walked out of the tent slowly.
"You..." The captain stared at Gordon and opened his mouth to speak, but a spear shot straight towards Sinbad's chest.
"Dang!" The captain subconsciously swung down his scimitar to block the spear. Sparks splashed between the blade and the spear, like fireworks blooming in the dark night.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Gordon's hands shook, and each star dart was shot out in a spinning direction, each one aimed at Sinbad.
Damn you bastard! In order to protect Sinbad, the captain was in a hurry, and the sword light danced into a ball like snowflakes, knocking away the star darts. He thought that the other party was coming to save people, but he didn't expect that he made a mistake in judgment and ended up in trouble.
, unable to show off his martial arts skills.
"We can talk...!" He couldn't help shouting, but he had no time to speak due to the sudden burst of hidden weapons. Gordon moved around him dexterously, and the hidden weapons continued to make a whistling and piercing sound.
Could it be that the Caliph had sensed his treachery and sent assassins to clear the place? The captain suddenly stirred up his spirit and used all his strength. The scimitar shook out a dazzling waterfall of light. It was destroyed and hit, and the dense hidden weapons were rolled up and reverberated towards him.
Gordon.
"Bang!" He threw Sinbad far away and rushed towards Gordon like a tiger, never giving the opponent a chance to kill Sinbad.
Gordon threw out a handful of spears, which collided with the hidden weapons that came back, and both fell down. In the blink of an eye, the captain rushed forward, and the scimitar slashed straight down, like an incandescent lightning cutting through the night. Fully charged
The source of the blade's power made a "buzzing" sound, causing the wind and sand to bounce outward.
Gordon suddenly retreated, as fast as the wind, and the cold sword light cut into the air in front of him. Gordon turned on his toes, turned around, and swept towards Sinbad, shooting a cold light from his hand.
The captain screamed inwardly and watched helplessly as the flying knife passed by Sinbad's ear. He missed! He breathed a sigh of relief, kicked his feet violently, jumped into the air, and slashed towards Gordon's waist with the scimitar.
Gordon dodged to the right, and at the same time, his five fingers shook out a few cold rays, which were in the direction of Sinbad. The captain roared angrily, and the scimitar was forced to rotate, first sealing the cold rays shot out. Since he was not tolerated by the Caliph, he
We must get Sinbad's treasure, otherwise there will be nothing.
The moment the scimitar blocked the hidden weapon, Gordon suddenly spun around and jumped into the opponent's arms at an unimaginable speed. The captain's scimitar had no time to retreat, so he had to punch out with his left fist.
"Pfft!" The dagger penetrated the back of his fist, splattering blood. Gordon swung his elbow and hit the opponent's wrist holding the knife. The breath technique spread out like ripples.
"Boom!" The Xiwei Technique collided with the powerful force of the red iron level. The captain's wrist went numb, and the scimitar slipped from his fingers. Gordon raised his right knee at the same time, hitting the handle of the knife in mid-air, and the scimitar hit the captain directly.
Lower abdomen. This series of movements is like flowing clouds and flowing water, connected so smoothly that it is dizzying for the eyes.
With a "bang" sound, the blade hit the captain's abdomen hard, cutting a bloody hole. The pain made him stagger back, feeling suffocated. Gordon followed him like a shadow, his hands, knees, elbows, shoulders... every part of his body spread out in a dazzling way.
Attack without giving the opponent any breathing space.
During the fierce battle, Gordon kicked out, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, fast and hard. The captain gritted his teeth and kicked Gordon's chest. His source of power far exceeded Gordon, and only head-on confrontation could restore the situation.
The captain was tall and had long legs, and he was about to kick Gordon. "Whoosh!" A blade popped out of the sole of Gordon's boot and slashed across his throat, blood spurting out.
"You..." He staggered and fell back, his eyes gradually losing light.
Gordon walked up to Sinbad, helped the boy up, took out a tube of alchemical healing potion from his pocket, and slowly poured it into the other person's mouth. Only by pretending to kill Sinbad would the other party lose sight of one thing and fall into passivity.
.
A true assassin will never give his target a fair chance.
A small hand gently grabbed Gordon's arm. Sinbad opened his eyes, weak and shining, and his lips wriggled slightly.
Gordon lowered his head and put his ear close to the boy.
"forever."
The boy whispered.
The legendary navigator who will be famous in the future epic, tonight, he waited for his first expectations for the world.