Chapter 6: Life and Death in the Ghostly Desert (7)
The night wind howled, picking up pieces of sand and dust, hitting Gordon's body with a thin, soft sound.
The scenery all around was blurry, and the wind and sand were like fog in the dark night, rising and spreading, occasionally blocking the way forward.
Gordon was walking at the forefront of the crowd, with his hood lowered and two daggers in his hands, carefully checking the direction of his pursuit. The source of spider silk was densely covered all over his body, extending to every tiny corner of his limbs in order to sense the fastest.
Detect any unusual movements around you.
The technique of breathing is rising and falling like a tide, and the inner circulation is constantly trying to expand outward and connect with the external world. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he urges it, he cannot enter the state he was in when he faced the shadow giant that day, and turn the inner circulation into a wider and more mysterious state.
outer loop.
The realization I had at that time was just a spark that flickered and disappeared in a hurry. The barrier between the inner world and the outer world still exists and is difficult to break.
Tracey is on Gordon's left side, and Freckles is on the right. The two of them are like outstretched wings, protecting Sinbad and Artest, who has only one blow left.
After discussion, everyone still decided to implement the original plan. The Storm Horse Bandits must be eliminated. Firstly, Gordon can use this to gain the trust of the Blood Prison Society and continue to lurk. Secondly, after the assassination mission is successfully completed, the Blood Prison Society will inevitably relax their vigilance.
, Tracey and the others can gain precious time to escape. What's more, the leopard threatens Freckles and cannot deal with Gordon, so he cannot let go.
The most important thing is that Saffron is still among the horse thieves, and they cannot leave him alone.
Gordon suddenly stopped, and a little light reflected not far away, which was a small tip of a knife sticking out of the ground. He carefully went around and dug up the yellow sand. It was a standard scimitar of the Black Eagle tribe.
The blade was stained with blood, and the scabbard was tightly grasped by a severed hand.
The severed hand was as shriveled as paper, leaving only a thin layer of skin covering the finger bones, and the flesh and blood seemed to have been sucked into it. Gordon picked up the scimitar, touched the purple-black blood stain on the edge, and licked it again.
Then he said: "It's human blood. Judging by the color and degree of coagulation of the blood, it may have been left over four to six hours ago."
Tracey breathed a sigh of relief: "It's Black Hawk's people. It seems that we didn't go the wrong way, nor were we dragged down too far. Black Hawk's people must have lost their horses just like us."
Freckles hummed: "It's best that they and the horse thieves fight to the death to save us the trouble." He rubbed his eyes that were blurred by the wind and sand, and cursed again, "This damn weather is damn crazy in the desert."
In the past few days, everyone has climbed over several sand mountains one after another, often encountering dangers on the way. These huge sand mountains are unpredictable and murderous. Some sand peaks are like a maze. After walking for a long time, they are still spinning in the same place. How to get around?
They couldn't get around it. Some sand peaks were shrouded in violent whirlwinds, and the wind was densely populated with strange insects that shuttled among them. The sharp mouthparts of the strange insects could spray poisonous sand... Just before dusk, they had just passed through a sand mountain. Walking
Up there, people's heartbeats will continue to accelerate, as heavy as a drum, and the blood in their bodies will boil. If they hadn't escaped quickly, their hearts would have jumped out of their chests.
"But it's really fun." Sinbad slapped his tired thighs and gasped. After a thrilling run, the boy was already exhausted, hungry and thirsty, and only his eyes were always shining.
"You're funny," Freckles rolled his eyes, untied half of the water bag on his belt, and handed it to Tracy.
Apart from the alchemy potions that everyone carried close to their bodies, this was the only drinking water they had left. Tracey subconsciously licked her cracked lips, hesitated, and pushed the water bag away with difficulty: "Give it to Artai, I'll hold on.
You can live in it.”
Artai immediately shook his head: "Don't waste it on me. As long as I enter the ten places, I will definitely find water. Let this child drink it, he needs it most."
"I am no longer a child and do not need special care." Sinbad puffed out his chest, "I am an explorer now." He took out a strange-shaped bone fish from his arms, broke the gray-white fish bones, and sucked the inside.
A few drops of bone marrow juice. This is what everyone harvested in a sand mountain. This kind of bony fish is the size of a palm, has no skin and meat, and is covered with fine bones. It swims on the surface of the yellow sand. Once they find prey, they will rush out of the sand.
layer, biting the opponent hard with sharp teeth and not letting go.
The water bag returned to Freckles' hand. He muttered and looked at Gordon's back in front of him: "This pervert won't drink water before the time comes."
From the day they lost food and water, Gordon began to exercise strict self-discipline. He only drank nine drops of water a day, at a completely fixed time, and even strictly controlled the number of bowel movements and urination. He even said not a word during rest.
Never consume any extra physical energy.
Such endurance and self-control are simply frightening, like a lifeless alchemical mechanical puppet.
"Be careful." Gordon looked at the severed hand for a while and threw it to the ground. Even though the desert was dry, this severed hand shriveled up too quickly, so there was obviously something strange about it.
Everyone increased their vigilance and slowed down their pace. Not long after walking, Gordon suddenly kicked the ground with his left foot, jumped into the air and stepped backwards. The fire rainbow dagger in his left palm came out and shot into the oncoming dust.
The screaming dagger was full of power and pierced through the misty dust. The shining dagger light revealed a vague head: as big as a fence, with a bloody mouth, and a half-meter-long tongue covered with fleshy spines, curling
To Gordon.
With a "pop" sound, the Fire Rainbow Dagger hit his head. Gao Deng straightened his waist, changed from retreat to advance, and rushed into the sand.
Raising his right hand, his ice chrysanthemum dagger was about to follow up with a quick stab, but he suddenly lost sight of the target. The head disappeared strangely, the fire rainbow dagger fell, and a cloud of fine yellow sand drifted away.
Gordon glanced over and saw that there was no trace of blood on the Fire Rainbow Dagger, and it seemed that it had not hit the head at all. The grains of sand were scattered on the ground, and there was nothing unusual about it either.
Behind him, Freckles suddenly shouted loudly, and the dagger rotated inward, lighting up with blazing flames. A gust of sand wind passed by his feet and went straight to Atai, his head looming in the wind and sand.
The light of the sword almost circled the head, and it was slashed down sharply, but it fell into the air again. The yellow sand in the wind was blown away by the blade of the sword, and there was a rapid "ding-ding-ding-ding" sound.
In an instant, the sand wind blew, dense sand grains rushed towards her face, and her vision was dimmed. Tracey instinctively retreated, her hands dancing like tiger claws around her body. As soon as she pulled away, Sinbad was left unattended, and his head suddenly appeared.
Behind the boy, the long tongue trembled out, hard and fast.
"Sinbad" Gordon gave a flying kick, and the fire rainbow dagger on the ground flew up and shot towards the head. Sinbad also had a premonition of something bad and jumped away, but his long tongue was already attached to his shoulder blade, curling up
With one suction, the flesh and blood of the shoulder was instantly evacuated, and the long tongue expanded and became scarlet like blood.
The dagger came, and the head glanced greedily at Sinbad, and disappeared without a trace the moment the dagger struck it.
Gordon rushed to Sinbad's side, took out a tube of alchemy potion, and poured it into his throat. The boy's back shoulder was obviously deflated, leaving only a thin layer of skin covering the bones, which was very similar to the severed hand.
"I don't feel any pain at all, and I feel very comfortable." Sinbad had a blank expression on his face.
Freckles waved the short knife angrily: "Yeah, what kind of weird thing is it that can't be killed?"
"Fortunately, Sinbad is not seriously injured. Let's speed up and cross this sand mountain as soon as possible." Gordon carried Sinbad on his back, Freckles carried Artest, and Tracey took the lead in opening the way. The three of them changed positions and formed a triangle.
The killing array rushed towards the top of the mountain with all its strength, no longer caring about the loss of source power and physical energy.
"Woo..." The night wind sobbed, wandering back and forth like an invisible ghost, raising waves of fog. The farther you went to the top of the mountain, the blurry your vision became, and the sand made it almost impossible to open your eyes.
"Go to hell!" Halfway through, Freckles jumped up suddenly, his arms tumbling like wings, and the short knife bloomed with dazzling brilliance like the scorching sun.