With an eagle cry that penetrated the night sky, the sound of water chestnuts resounded in the silent Black Eagle Tribe station. It was as if countless strange insects crawled out from the hidden abyss, covering all sides of the oasis.
Gordon grabbed Sinbad and rolled briskly into a low bush, curling up and motionless.
Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, he saw tents lifting their curtains, like heavy waves rolling through the oasis. Well-armed young male herdsmen got out of the tents, mounted their horses, and continued to surround the tall black eagle flag.
Chief Black Eagle stood proudly under the flagpole, his eyes as bright as lightning, looking around at the riders: "The Sand Fox tribe has evil intentions, colludes with the Storm Horse Thieves, surrounds and kills the palace guards, and violates the national laws of the Kingdom of Sand. How can we be loyal to the great Caliph?
Sit back and do nothing? Tonight, we will eliminate the horse thieves, rescue the secret guards, and defend the glory and majesty of the caliphate."
The herdsmen did not speak, but nodded silently, and pulled out their scimitars. Threads of cold light intertwined in the night sky, like frozen ice. The black eagle stood in the center of the densely intertwined sword lights, raising its head and howling softly.
The sound of hoofbeats sounded, and through the forest of knives, a majestic horse as black as charcoal came running from a distance. The black eagle turned over and jumped on the horse, with a stiff rope, the horse raised its front hooves amidst the neighing sound, and the man stood up.
"Everyone, the time has come to change the destiny of the tribe." Black Eagle raised his machete high and pointed at the majestic Crescent City in the distance. Thousands of cavalry gathered into a torrent in the dark night and pushed in the direction of the horse thieves.
Nearly a hundred horse thieves had already approached Crescent City and stopped in front of the sparse Populus euphratica forest. One horse thief jumped off his horse, passed through the Populus euphratica forest, ran to the base of the city wall and blew a whistle.
Immediately, half a figure appeared on the top of the city. The two sides gesticulated for a while, and the horse thieves ran back to indicate that the city defense was intact. The other horse thieves drove their mounts and entered the Populus euphratica forest to rest and prepare for a gust of wind.
"What are the people of the Black Eagle tribe doing?" Sinbad emerged from the bushes and looked at the large amount of dust raised by the Black Eagle Cavalry in confusion.
"This tribe is not easy to mess with." After Gordon saw the cavalry passing by, each tent remained as calm as ever. There was no commotion or panic. The remaining old men, women and children continued to sleep peacefully. The entire tribe was like an orderly machine, every day
Each gear performs its own duties and executes orders and prohibitions.
This is a fighting tribe polished by the harsh environment of the desert.
At this time, a black shadow slipped out of the tent, using the cover of lush vegetation to follow the Black Hawk Cavalry from a distance.
As he passed a bush with thorns, the black shadow suddenly turned around, shrugged his shoulders slightly, pulled back his elbows, and prepared his fists with energy to strike.
"Artest, it's me." Gordon and the shadow came face to face.
Atai was stunned for a moment, dispersed his energy, and asked happily: "Why are you here?" His voice immediately dropped, "Did something happen?"
"Something happened in the city, and I can't stay any longer." Gordon waved, and Sinbad leaned out of the bushes.
"This is Sinbad, he helped me a lot." Gordon briefly introduced both parties, and then said, "What is the purpose of the Black Eagle tribe's large-scale attack tonight?"
Artest shook his head in confusion: "I was just going to check it out too."
Gordon muttered: "Call Tracy here first, I'm afraid we have to change our plan."
Artai said happily: "I will listen to you anyway. By the way, where are the red hair and freckles?"
"I left a message for Freckles, asking him to leave the city as soon as possible and meet you. As for Crocus -" Gordon looked at the city wall in the distance uneasily, and Mr. Rou could not find out the whereabouts of Crocus. This month
A performing bard from Yacheng disappeared mysteriously.
"Kit, follow me." In the crowd, the black baboon grabbed Saffron's arm and squeezed out through the gap between the soldiers.
The group of people stumbled and stumbled, like a small boat tossed by strong winds and huge waves, and were repeatedly scattered by the crowd. Neither Gust of Wind nor the black baboon wanted to expose their power, so they had no choice but to run forward along with the large group of people, looking for opportunities to escape.
Suddenly there was a loud killing sound in the front, and the soldiers who were crossing back and forth finally blocked the palace guard. The two sides fought hand to hand and fought fiercely.
Amidst the wails, corpses flew out one after another and fell into the crowd. The secret guards' eyes were red with bloodshed, and the source power of the red iron level was operating at full strength, as if a tiger had entered the flock of sheep, killing the soldiers with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and screaming in agony.
The secret guard wielded his fists like hammers, striking and killing fiercely, tearing a bloody path through the crowd. The soldier's body was slightly touched by the wind of the fist, and his bones and flesh were softened by the source of force, and he collapsed like mud. A large number of soldiers were crowded.
In a narrow alley, it is difficult to use your hands and feet to encircle.
In an instant, the secret guard rushed to the gust of wind and struck directly with his fist.
A gust of wind swung his elbows, and the two soldiers on the left and right suddenly lost their footing and rushed forward. He took the opportunity to get out of the way of the hidden guard and avoid the wall.
Blood spattered, and the two soldiers were killed instantly. The secret guard roared loudly, and jumped up high like a ferocious beast, striding his feet in mid-air, trampling over the heads of the soldiers. "Bang-bang-bang."
"The heads were like exploding watermelons, with blood flying everywhere and brains splattering.
The soldiers in front fell down one after another, and Saffron saw the secret guard's riding boots slamming over him. Just as he was about to parry, the black baboon suddenly rushed out from the side, and the scimitar slashed straight at the riding boots with the cold murderous intent.
The secret guard was startled, and his foot quickly turned into a kick, hitting the back of the scimitar. Amidst the dull sound of the clash of energy, the black baboon staggered back, his face was like gold paper, and the scimitar fell from his hand. This time
The blow touched the old wound, and his long-healed wound reopened, and blood seeped into his clothes. Saffron subconsciously supported him, but was pushed away by the black baboon, and instead blocked his body in front of Saffron.
"Are you crazy?" A gust of wind shouted angrily.
The secret guard's momentum was blocked and he was forced to the ground. He pursued the black baboon with both fists without hesitation. Before his fist came close, the fierce wind blew the black baboon's robes flying back.
A fierce look flashed in the eyes of Death-seeking Gust of Wind, his arm stretched out, and the shadow of a giant python hovered in the sky, whipping up a roaring wave of air and pounced on the secret guard.
"Psychic Skills" The secret guard turned pale in horror, turned around quickly, and blocked his body with both fists. He no longer had time to take care of the black baboon.
With a loud bang, the huge and ferocious python's head hit his fist, blood flowed from the corner of the guard's mouth, and he fell backwards. Countless strange illusions appeared in his mind.
"A psychic is a psychic." The soldiers looked shocked and shouted.
"Let's go" A gust of wind grabbed the black baboon and rushed outward. The black baboon also grabbed the crocus immediately. The shadow of the python suddenly bowed its body and swept its long tail. The soldiers blocking the front were swept away, and their limbs were broken everywhere.
Sprinkle down.
"What the hell are you doing to expose yourself for this burden?" Gui Feng glared at the black baboon with a fierce voice.
The black baboon laughed miserably: "Remember back then, boss, didn't you also take in me as a burden?"
"We are all orphans"
"He is too."
A gust of wind stared at him fiercely, and suddenly grabbed Saffron and said: "Remember, boy." He no longer restrained his hands and feet, and used all his strength to lead a group of people to rush out of the alleyway against the flow of people and quickly rush towards the city gate.