Chapter 6 Life and Death in the Ghostly Desert (9)
Shashan was finally left behind by Gordon.
He put down Sinbad and silently looked back into the distance. The mountain shadows in the night were towering, like a ferocious beast lying down again and falling into a deep sleep.
But the roar of wind and sand and the scream of heads lingered in my ears for a long time.
"Artai..." Tracey cried and fell down, her legs became weak, her energy was exhausted, and she could no longer run.
The freckled clothes were soaked, and it was unclear whether the sweat stuck to his skin was hot or cold. He was holding a short knife and staggered towards Gordon, his fingertips twitching nervously due to frequent swings of the knife.
Gordon remained motionless, as frozen as a stone statue. The cold light of the dagger reflected on his shadow-covered profile, making him look extremely pale.
Freckles walked up to Gordon, stared at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Will Artest survive?"
Gordon was silent for a moment and replied: "Maybe, maybe not. But at least we survived."
"So what if we survive?" Freckles roared excitedly, brandishing his knife, "Do you think those who don't sacrifice won't suffer?"
"Someone has to bear the sacrifice, and someone has to bear the pain." Gordon seemed to have never seen the light of the sword waving in front of him, "Everyone has to bear it."
They looked at each other for a moment, and the short knife slipped from Freckles' palm. He stayed for a while and whispered: "This is the only way, right? We can only let Artest do it."
"This is the most rational decision." Gordon said, and Tracey couldn't help sobbing again.
"Okay. I, I..." Freckles hesitated. He picked up the short knife, turned his back to Gordon, and wiped off the dust on it. "I should... trust you... I'm sorry.
"He spoke quickly and vaguely.
"Take a rest, we should go." Gordon turned around and looked at the endless sand mountains in the darkness. "We must catch up with the horse thieves as soon as possible and seize water and food from them. We have reached this point.
There's no turning back."
"I can't go back."
Hearing this sentence repeatedly, Saffron suddenly wanted to cry.
The black baboon's entire upper body fell backwards, and he swallowed the last tube of alchemical antidote with difficulty. It was only thanks to the support of the crocus that he did not fall off the saddle.
"Kid, I'm much better." He grabbed the reins and took a few quick breaths. Not only did the arrow wound on his ribs not heal, but it became more ulcerated, exuding black and yellow pus. Sometimes he opened his pupils wide and looked red at the sight.
Hua repeated those words that she had said many times, and there were more and more black bloodshot eyes in her pupils.
This is a sign of deepening poisoning. Crocus knows that Gordon's crossbow arrows feed poison, and it is a mixed poison brewed from a variety of poisonous herbs. The poison is not violent, but it is extremely difficult to deal with, and ordinary antidotes cannot eliminate it.
I have the antidote. Saffron's hands are trembling. She only needs to reach into her arms to relieve her pain. But there is not only the antidote in her arms, but also a sharp flute blade.
Which one should I take? His bewildered gaze passed over the broad shoulders of the black baboon and floated around. The setting sun was like blood, the wind and sand howled, and broken limbs were everywhere. A gust of wind was blowing straight from the horse, shaking out his sleeves,
The two captains of the Black Eagle Tribe flew backwards, blood spurted out, and their muscles and bones were broken.
A dozen horse thieves burst into cheers and rushed towards the last Black Eagle warrior. The intense sword light splashed blood.
"Overestimating one's own capabilities." Gui Feng waved his sleeves with an indifferent expression. So far, the entire army of a hundred Black Eagle Cavalry had been wiped out, and most of them died from monster attacks in the sand mountains. The horse thieves also lost more than 20 people. Although Xiu Feng was familiar with the sand mountains,
But some monsters are really difficult to avoid.
"Finally, these annoying tails have fallen off." A pockmarked horse thief smiled evilly, brandishing his knife and continuing to ravage the bodies of the Black Hawk warriors.
"Black Hawk, those sons of bitches, they suffered miserably this time."
"Yu Guang and their women"
"Skin all the black hawk's cubs and light them up as sky lanterns"
The horse thieves were all talking, and their ferocious faces seemed to be bleeding from the sunset.
They deserve to die, Saffron thought.
"Believe in Allah, Black Hawk will pay for their sins sooner or later." Gust Wind waved his hand and said solemnly, "In addition to Black Hawk's people, there are also several professional assassins who are eyeing us. The second child has died in their hands, and the third child has died in their hands.
He was also seriously injured. According to the assassins' rules, they won't stop until they kill us all. I'm sure these assassins are still following us."
"Avenge the second leader" and "Kill all these rats in the sewers" the horse thieves shouted with their knives.
"Those assassins are proficient in martial arts and are cultivators with source power. They are not so easy to deal with." A hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the wind, "However, we don't need to do anything to deal with them. Even if they are lucky enough to get through the sand in this area,
Mountains can't escape death."
Saffron was shocked when she heard the words, and her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate. The black baboon turned his head and patted the boy: "Don't be afraid, kid. As long as I'm here, those assassins can't hurt you." After taking the antidote, he seemed to be in good spirits.
A little better.
"We will go to the ghost town." Xiufeng said decisively, "lead our enemies to a dead end."
"Ghost town?" "We are going to a ghost town? Isn't this a suicide?" "If your soul is eaten by the devil, you will not see God after death." The horse thieves were so shocked that they could hardly believe their ears.
The pockmarked horse thief hurriedly said: "Boss, since we lost Black Eagle, don't we have to go back to our home to avoid the limelight?" Everyone thought that a gust of wind led them to detour here to trap the Black Eagle soldiers, and then they should return to their stronghold.
"Avoid the limelight? Can you avoid it?" Xiufeng slowly shook his head, "Black Eagle dares to attack the Sand Fox tribe, just to make us take the blame. I believe that now, we have been charged with killing the nobles and are facing the purge of the entire Kingdom of Sand.
It will even be on the wanted list of the Grand Council. It won't take long before the Caliph's army, the warriors of the Black Eagle Tribe, the scavengers of the Grand Council, and bounty hunters from all over the place will swarm in like a colony of ants smelling honey. Ghosts
No matter how big the desert is, it will be searched from top to bottom, and there will no longer be a place for you."
The horse thieves were even more frightened, and the pock-marked horse thieves shouted eagerly: "We can escape to the evil realm outside the colonial territory, to the exile capital, to the magic cage——
Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind robe sleeves rolled up, like a hammer knocking off the top of his head. "Bang" the pockmarked horse thief's brains burst open, and his head was hit hard and retracted into the neck cavity.
"The Storm Horse Thieves don't need cowards, and God doesn't need cowards to serve him." A gust of cold eyes swept across, and the horse thieves lowered their heads one after another, remaining silent.
There was a wry smile on the black baboon's face: "Boss and I have been to the ghost town, where... there is at least a chance to survive. But the evil realm, the magic cage, the city of exile... will swallow us up to the bone and dregs.
Leftover."
"Only the warriors of Allah are qualified to challenge the devil. Going to the ghost town is the glory given to us by Allah." A gust of wind jumped up on the horse, and his voice was fierce, "Let's go to the place where Allah calls us."
"Where are these filthy bugs going?" On a sandy mountain a hundred miles away, a leopard in ragged clothes was running away, with nothing behind him except two rows of huge paw prints on the sand that kept approaching.