Gordon took the dagger and pressed it against the wall, looking up at the ever-expanding slit in the sky.
"Plop plop" old clothes, broken jars, rotten fruit cores, moldy flour, rotten meat, smelly bones... the garbage fell like raindrops, and soon the gaps were plugged. The light dimmed again, and it was disgusting.
The stench spread, the thick greasy smell, rotten swill smell, sour fermentation smell, and strong feces smell were intertwined, making people unable to open their eyes.
"Plop!" A sticky, yellow dirt happened to fall on Latina's head. The rancid juice soaked her blond hair and flowed down her forehead and past her lips.
Ladin was stunned. He sniffed subconsciously, touched his hair, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently. "Oh my god," he let out an earth-shattering scream, his eyes turned white, he staggered and collapsed on the ground, and turned into a human again.
A magic lamp.
"Poor Mr. Laratin, he is most afraid of dirty things." Sinbad picked up the magic lamp and wiped the excrement on the lamp with his sleeves. He himself was also covered with rotten vegetable leaves and bits and pieces.
Gordon did not dodge, and allowed the swill mixed with the smelly fragments to flow all over his face and seep into his neck and chest. There was no disgust on his face. One of the assassin trainings of the Blood Hell Society is to dive into the cesspit. "
There should be a garbage dump up there." He took off a flour stick hanging from the corner of his lips, "Get ready, let's get out."
The mechanism soon stopped moving, and the exposed gap could accommodate an adult's entry and exit. Gordon struggled to push aside the garbage blocking the top, grabbed Sinbad with his right hand, and drilled upwards with all his strength.
Countless hard, soft, sharp, brittle, rough, thin, and thick garbage surrounded him, squeezing Gordon's body one after another. His eyes were slightly closed, his left arm protected his head, and he twisted
The body is like an earthworm, moving through the soil.
The turbid, viscous liquid was filled with disgusting foam, seeping out from every corner and getting into Gordon's ears and nostrils. Vases, pitchers, and metal fragments were embedded in the gaps in the dirt, like sharp knives.
The sharp point rubbed against the exposed skin from time to time, cutting small bloody cuts.
Sinbad was dragged all the way by Gordon, squeezing in and out of the sea of garbage, making bursts of vomiting sounds in his throat. All kinds of sour, rancid, fishy, foul, and moldy odors entangled themselves into a mist.
It hit his heart and almost made him faint. Maggots of all kinds were densely packed, squirming their fat bodies, crawling over the boy's cheeks, neck, thighs, feet... leaving traces of shiny mucus.
After a while, they emerged from the huge mountain of garbage, as if they had lost their sense of smell and could not smell any smell. They were surrounded by rolling desert, breathing in the starlight, like a piece of soft silk with a milky white luster.
Directly to the south is the crescent oasis with lush vegetation and dappled light and shadow, about one kilometer away from them.
Sinbad staggered up the sand dune, his face turned blue, and he vomited profusely. Gordon rolled a few times on the sand dune, grabbed the sand, and rubbed the dirt off his body. Here is a huge sand pit.
The garbage from Crescent City and the Oasis was transported here and allowed to accumulate, rot and gradually weather.
"Mr. Laratin, the most invincible handsome man in the universe" Sinbad shouted loudly while wiping the magic lamp.
In Gordon's eyes, the magic lamp was motionless and unresponsive. But Sinbad heard something clearly, and gently pressed his forehead against the lamp, murmuring: "Okay, flawless Mr. Laratin, you will be well."
Recuperate." He raised his head again and said to Gordon, "Mr. Ghoul, Mr. Laratin will probably have to sleep for a few days to regain his energy."
Gordon originally planned to use Laraddin's power to deal with the horse thieves, but he had to give up now. "Let's go to the oasis first and wait for the horse thieves outside the city." He led Sinbad and quickly rushed to the Crescent Oasis.
When they stepped onto a patch of green grass, the grass suddenly began to tremble, and the ground trembled faintly. Wisps of dust rose up from the side and in front, rolling rapidly towards Crescent City.
"Get down" Gordon whispered, his body retracted into the grass about a foot high, his ears pressed to the ground, and he heard the distant sound of horse hooves.
"Are they from the Black Eagle Tribe? Judging from the size of the sand dust, there are almost a hundred riders." Sinbad pushed aside a clump of saxaululus and looked out. The sand dust was flying all the way, and it seemed to come from the Black Eagle Tribe's station.
"Let's follow behind and take a look, and contact two friends by the way." Gordon stood up slowly and took out the crossbow from the leather case on his back. Not far from them, there were sheepskin tents scattered throughout the Black Hawk.
The tribe was in darkness, and most of the herdsmen had already fallen asleep. Only a few shepherd dogs were awakened by the sound of horse hooves, barked a few times, and then fell down again.
He needs to find Artest and Tracy first.
Adjacent to the upper reaches of the Crescent River, under the towering Black Eagle flagpole, a large woolen tent trimmed with gold opened a corner, and the chief of the Black Eagle tribe, Igoben Black Eagle, strode out and quietly
Looking at the direction where the dust is going.
Four personal guards followed closely. They were all black-lead warriors. They all wore golden-handled scimitars on their waists, carried animal horn bows and arrows on their backs, and had black eagle feathers on their turbans. One of them said: "Chief, those
The horse thieves are all out, and it seems they no longer intend to conceal their identities."
Another guard showed a sneer on his face: "This group of horse thieves has been hiding in our tribe as herdsmen. They thought they could hide the truth and deceive the chief. Who knows, their every move is under the supervision of adults. If it weren't for
Use them to attack the commercial trade of the Sand Fox Tribe, and the tribe’s eagle-feathered warriors have already wiped them out.”
"In recent years, the merchants of Crescent City have become more and more dissatisfied with the chiefs and nobles of the Shahu tribe. These days, Crescent City has been closed to the public and prohibited from going out. The merchants' anger has accumulated to the extreme, and it's just a matter of a fire to completely ignite them.
"
"Chief, now is a great opportunity for us to rush into Crescent City and devour the Shahu tribe in the name of encircling and suppressing horse thieves."
"The nomads have to rely on God for food, and they can only decline step by step. Last year, there was a heavy snowstorm, and many old people in the tribe starved to death. Chief, we need a city," the guards were excited and shouted, gearing up.
"You need a justifiable reason to eat the Sand Fox Tribe, otherwise you won't be able to explain it to the Caliph." Black Eagle looked at the faint red light over Crescent City and said slowly.
He is thirty years old, with a handsome appearance and piercing eyes. His taut muscles seem to contain volcanic energy. An unsheathed scimitar hangs at an angle on his waist. The blade is dull, worn and old.
There is also a gap the size of a grain of rice.
One of the guards hummed: "The new caliph only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and listens to slander. It is said that the old lion of the Lion Tribe was killed by him. Chief, with the combat power of our Black Eagle, it is not impossible to enter."
Lord Black Oil King City…”
Black Eagle made a gesture, and the guards immediately silenced themselves. At this time, a short eagle call sounded in the night sky, and a strong little Black Eagle flapped its wings, fell from the sky, and landed on Black Eagle's arm.
There was a leather sheath tied to the little black shadow's ankle. There was a bunch of paper rolls in the sheath. Black Eagle took off the paper roll and unfolded it to take a closer look.
"The sand fox actually surrounded the entire city and killed the caliph's palace guards." Black Eagle looked around at the guards, with a deep smile on his lips.