Under the blazing sun, the ocher-red Gobi Desert reflected a long series of shadows, accompanied by the sound of camel bells coming closer and closer.
This is a large, dusty slave transport team. The team leader is a dwarf man wrapped in a black cloak, sitting cross-legged on the back of a horned lizard, with a drooped hood covering his head and face, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.
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Hundreds of strong men carrying knives rode on camels and waved their whips, scattered on both sides of the team, escorting a large group of ragged child slaves.
There are thousands of child slaves, the oldest is only sixteen years old, and the youngest is only ten years old. All of them are covered with bruises, staggering, their dirt-covered hair and skin exudes a sour smell, and their eyes are staring blankly.
, no focus found.
"Plop", a girl fell down from exhaustion. She wanted to get up, but her legs were so weak and trembling that she could only cast pleading eyes around her.
"Let me help you!" A big man pulled out a machete with a grim smile. The girl was cut in half, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Weak piggies only deserve to die!" The big man shook off the blood on his scimitar and glanced around fiercely. Slaves were called pigs, and piglets were child slaves.
Other children passed by the corpse without looking back, no longer weeping for their dead companions as before. After a long journey, companions continued to die, and the survivors became more and more indifferent.
Among them all, Gordon looked the same.
His expression was even duller than the others.
But he was the first to notice the abnormal movement of the distant air current. Against the sunlight, Gordon raised his eyelids, and a huge shadow flew closer from the sky, with huge black wings spread out to block the scorching sun.
It was an adult wolf-vulture! It had a wolf-like body and a vulture-like head. Its vertical pupils flashed with blue flames, and it swooped down toward the camel caravan like a ghost.
The child slave screamed and ran away, and Gordon seemed to be stunned and stood motionless. In fact, he knew in his heart that the wolf vulture is also called a ghoul. It is a scavenger and has no interest in living people.
The wolf vulture flew over everyone's heads and landed on the girl's body. Its sharp claws were like sharp and exquisite table knives, cutting open the flesh and hooking out the internal organs, revealing a cruel elegance.
Gordon had read in "Hunter's Notes" that the wolf vulture was derived from the bloodline of prehistoric wolves and had unique spiritual powers that could glimpse some unclean "anti-life".
Wolf vultures can only be seen in the ghost desert of Capricorn Domain.
The Ghost Gobi is the largest Gobi desert in the thirty-six regions. It borders the scorched gray bay of the Aquarius region to the east and the rocky plateau of the Archer region to the west, almost crossing the entire Capricorn region.
According to the Cobra Family's information, every three years, the Blood Hell Society secretly purchases a large number of piglets from the slave markets in various regions, transports them into the Ghost Gobi, and then disappears.
Gordon's current identity is that of an illegitimate son of a nobleman who was kidnapped and sold into slavery.
The camel caravan kept going deep into the Gobi.
The road is deserted, and the gravel makes a "rustling" sound under the sun. Scattered wormwood, suaeda, and onions are dotted on the undulating sand dunes, which are so green that they are desolate and empty. From time to time, you can see the narrow and sinister wind.
The prismatic rocks are like ghosts attacking and demons dancing wildly, casting all kinds of strange shadows on everyone.
Walking in the shadows, Gordon felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, as if the camel caravan was slowly crossing a strict boundary and entering a restricted area.
It is reported that the depths of the Ghost Gobi are a hunting ground for demons, with ferocious beasts and monsters emerging one after another, and countless corpses buried deep underground, like a sinister graveyard, and even the "anti-life" from the "other world" will appear.
Except for horse thieves, wanted criminals and adventurous hunters, no one sets foot in it. Business travelers would rather spend a few more months to avoid this Gobi Desert.
The camel team stopped in front of a pile of bushes and sand.
The pile of sand is as high as a mountain, with a clump of strange-looking tamarisk trees at the top. Its huge, intertwined roots are like evil claws, grabbing onto the pile of sand.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Gordon heard the "Jie Jie" laughter coming from Red Willow. He listened carefully and found only the monotonous sound of wind and sand.
"All piggies, eat where you are!" the leading dwarf man ordered, his voice hoarse like a crow, and he was called Lord Blood Crow by the big men.
The big men untied the leather bags on the camel's saddle and took out pieces of dry and hard wheat cakes. The child slave's blank pupils suddenly shrank, he tightened his legs, arched his body and clenched his fists, staring at the food.
They could only eat one meal a day, and they had to grab every meal. Those who couldn't grab it had to starve.
"If you want to eat, you have to change from a piggy to a wolf!" The big men laughed wildly and threw the wheat cakes everywhere.
The child slaves rushed forward and scrambled wildly, like a group of wolf cubs with red eyes.
As soon as a girl caught the wheat cake, someone pulled half of it away. Before she could stuff the remaining half of the wheat cake into her mouth, she was punched hard on the back of the head and fainted to the ground. The half of the wheat cake was smashed by more than ten hands.
Catch both at the same time.
Child slaves were constantly injured and fell down. Hundreds of feet stepped on them, causing their intestines to be torn. The bloody wheat cakes were tossed in the turbulent waves of people.
Gordon did not participate in the fight for food, but took a few steps back. Although he could get the big head by rushing in front, he would easily lose his life. There were many child slaves like him scattered around, staring nervously at the wheat cakes, ready to pounce.
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With a "pop", a piece of wheat cake was shot away and thrown outward. Some child slaves who had been waiting for a long time pounced on it. Among them, a blond boy jumped the highest, stretched out his arms and grabbed the wheat cake.
Gordon suddenly appeared behind the blond boy, stretched out his legs, and the blond boy tripped, causing the wheat cake to fall to the ground. A large group of people swarmed up, and Gordon jumped to the ground first, pressing down on the wheat cake and surrounding it with his arms.
He lowered his head and quickly bit into the wheat cake with his mouth, swallowing the gravel along with it.
Dozens of hands pulled and pulled him, and he was stepped on several times on his back. His spine hurt as if it was about to break. Gordon swallowed the wheat cake in several mouthfuls, turned over suddenly, grabbed the foot that stepped on him, and exerted all his strength.
With a twist, the young man fell down. Gordon rushed forward and punched the opponent's right eye with the first punch, causing mucus mixed with blood to splash out. The second punch hit the left eye, and the eyeball burst.
"No, I'm blind! I can't see!" The boy screamed and covered his eyes, rolling on the ground in pain.
The child slaves who gathered around dispersed in a hurry. Gordon spit out the sand in his mouth, got up, and glanced around. There were a few more blood marks on his body, and his back was burning, but this pain made him full of pain.
Vitality. Like a ferocious beast that smells blood, it stretches out its hidden claws from its meat pads, releasing its hunger for hunting.
He took aim at his prey.
It was a young man as strong as a black tower, with a sinewy face, and holding wheat cakes in his hands. He beat and maimed several child slaves one after another, and the others did not dare to grab the wheat cakes again and hid far away.
Gordon walked towards the Black Tower boy. He was not afraid of such an opponent. He had secretly observed the Black Tower boy for several days and figured out the opponent's background. Now it was his turn to hunt and attack.
"Boy, do you want to seek death?" The Black Tower boy stuffed the wheat cake into his trousers and shook his fist menacingly.
Gordon didn't waste any time and approached directly. The Black Tower boy couldn't hold himself back and ran out first, shouting and pumping his fists.
Gordon swept his right leg and lifted up a large pile of gravel. The Black Tower boy's eyes were mesmerized, and he was so anxious that he waved his fists wildly.
Gordon bent down, dived, and hit the Black Tower boy's chin with his head. The Black Tower boy staggered back. Gordon pressed forward, grabbed the opponent's hair, pulled him down, and raised his knees sharply. "Bang!" Hard!
A hard knee to the face.
This is a tactic used in street fighting. It is not popular, but it is ruthless enough. What is important is to abandon entanglement, go straight to the vital point, and instantly stun the opponent. Gordon practiced hard with the gangster leader for half a year, and it was quite effective. It was enough to deal with a child slave who was not familiar with martial arts.
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"Bang!" The boy from the Black Tower fell down with blood on his face. Gordon grabbed the wheat cake and ran, chewing it, and threw away several child slaves who were chasing after him to take advantage of him.
Not long after, Blood Crow announced that the meal was over, and dozens of bloody child slave corpses appeared on the ground. Gordon saw that the corpses were drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was something underground, quietly sucking up the flesh and blood.
He vaguely heard Hongliu's strange laughter again.
Blood Crow drove the horned lizard to climb up the sand pile and looked down at each child slave. The red willow behind him made him look even more sinister.
"The long journey is about to reach its end." Blood Crow opened his mouth and opened his hood, revealing a face full of pits and scars, which scared the child slaves into silence.
"That is the end of you as piglets, and the starting point of your new life."
"We pay slave traders to buy a group of warriors, not lowly and incompetent piglets."
"Today, the waste among you will be eliminated, that is, death. Only the strongest, most ruthless, and most cunning people are qualified to survive and become one of us."
Under the dazzling scorching sun, Blood Crow stretched out his slender arms and pointed to the depths of the Gobi: "You have to walk alone in the desert, go west, keep walking in the direction of the sun setting, and follow the rising star of Greedy Wolf.
Keep walking in the direction, and the end point is an abandoned town. As long as you make it to the town alive, I will release you from your slave status!"
The child slaves immediately became commotion, with hope shining in their eyes. No one wanted to become a humble slave and be killed by their master.
"This road is dangerous and dangerous. You have to fight for your survival. Do whatever you want, including taking up arms and killing people!"
The big men began to distribute water bags, and each child slave was given a small bag of water. The big men took off their scimitars one after another and threw them to the ground with a "bang bang bang".
Gordon understood the purpose of the Blood Hell Society: to select a group of child slaves through cannibalism and absorb them into the new blood of the assassin organization.
"Leave everything behind and go crazy! Young man, use your blood to kill your future!" Blood Crow ran westward surrounded by the big men. It didn't take long for the group to disappear on the horizon.