Waving his hand, the old wizard motioned Qingqing to sit by the fire. The hot flames were so warm that Qingqing felt as if he was leaning against the fire, as if a rising hot air rushed into his meridians, and the poison that had previously been blocked in his blood had not healed.
Even though I was hurt, I suddenly felt much relieved.
The old wizard stared at the jumping flames without saying a word.
Qingqing sat for a long time and saw a man sleeping beside him, breathing evenly. A thought immediately came into his mind - Could it be that he had this strange illness of being unable to wake up for a long time? Is there any unspeakable hidden meaning in it? Finally he couldn't help being nervous.
Extremely surprised, Qingqing pursed her lips and asked tentatively: "Senior Wizard, what's on your mind?"
The old man smiled, turned around, and said to Qingqing: "It's nothing to worry about. It's just that seeing the little girl recover as before, the old witch felt a little regretful in his heart."
Hearing what he said, Qing Qing was even more confused. Since complaining about recovery was the same and sweet dreams were sweet, how could the old wizard talk about the word "regret"? After thinking about it, he felt that there must be a deep meaning in it, so he gave a slight salute.
He said to the old man: "Juniors are stupid. I would like to ask seniors to give me some advice as to why." Hearing Qing Qing's questioning, the old man had no choice but to look towards the big tent in the distance.
In front of the big tent stood a middle-aged man with a short beard and long braids, holding a wine bowl high and shouting to the surroundings. The men, women, and children who were scattered around, drinking and eating meat all stood up and raised their wine bowls in unison.
He raised the bowl over his head in the direction of the big tent and shouted:
"Bliss on the birthday of King Taming! Bliss on the birthday of King Taming!"
Then there were sounds of swallowing, and the smell of alcohol permeated the dim yellow sand for a moment. Qing Qing stared at the big man standing in the center, and felt that this "King Taming" was tall and extraordinary, with hairy chest and abdomen.
The thick muscles were arranged neatly like a formation.
Looking back in memory, King Tara, who was already tall and strong, and King Taji, were probably a head shorter than King Taming.
I don’t know how many people came to celebrate today. The banquet on this birthday was almost full all night long. King Taming seemed to be drunk, and the wine bowl in his hand was unsteady and suddenly fell on the sand. Qing Qing squinted.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that the palm-sized bowl was completely swallowed up by the yellow sand in a blink of an eye.
But the strong and burly King Taming was still standing drunkenly on the spot, with the soles of his feet making a deep hole in the sand. When the wine bowl sank into the dusty ground, Qingqing was stunned for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened——
When he was on Lirong Mountain, Qing Qing only heard that the Yiya Desert was covered with quicksands, which were either empty or solid under his feet. If he was not careful, he would be swallowed up by the man-eating quicksands without a trace. Therefore, Qinggong in the Northern Desert
It is very different from other places. In Dongshan, West Lake, and Nanlin, most of them are flying lightly and without a trace. However, those who have mastered Qinggong in the Northern Desert can walk as normal and solidly in the quicksand collapse.
Make footprints one by one.
Now, King Taming is standing still half an inch in the quicksand, and he has actually mastered Qinggong to a superb level!
Is it possible that the old man's previous statement that there will be a "catastrophic disaster" in the Northern Desert is related to King Taming, who is hard to find a rival in the world? Qing Qing suddenly became curious and couldn't help but approach the old wizard and whispered: "
This King Ta Ming has a heroic spirit and is unstoppable. In addition, his skills and magic skills have reached a state where he has few opponents. Senior, why are you worried about him?"
Before the old man could answer, he heard a fierce barking from far away, coming from behind the big tent.
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The big iron chain clattered, and a few red and black shadows suddenly flashed from behind the big tent. Through the light and shadow of the fire, Qingqing only saw the group of black figures, half a person tall, with messy hair.
It trembled faintly, and then gathered enough strength to yell "Ouch".
Several vicious dogs were held in the hands of the men with iron chains as thick as their arms, but the dogs couldn't bear the habit of being held and unable to move. They jumped forward and saw that the men were about to lose their grip.
There was a "clack" sound somewhere, as if someone dropped a cup on the sand.
The constant barking sounds in the night sky made people panic, but those vicious dogs seemed to have already guessed why they were here today. Their saliva was smeared on the tangled hairs at the corners of their mouths, and they made "squeaking" sounds from grinding their teeth.
The sound kept ringing. King Nata Ming threw the leg of lamb in his hand, and in a few days the big dog broke free from the chain, rushed forward, and ate all the food in the blink of an eye.
King Taming opened his drunken eyes and waved his hand: "Bring it up!"
Before he finished speaking, there was another clanging sound of iron chains. But this time it was quiet. There were no wolf dogs tied under the iron chains, but instead there were several human figures looming. Qingqing looked at it and felt his back.
There was a chill. He quietly asked beside the old wizard: "Senior, what are you doing?"
"This is a gift to the kings on the birthday of each Northern Desert king." The old wizard's voice was calm, but he couldn't help but tremble slightly, "These slaves will be pulled out one by one to compete, whether with swords, guns, fire, or
A type of magic that has never been heard of before. If the slaves win, they will save their lives and serve the king of the Northern Desert."
"What if these guys don't win?"
"The vicious dogs can't wait any longer." The wizard sighed, "They are always hungry, and it is rare for them to be full once."
Like a gust of cold winter seeping into the bone marrow of the scorching desert, Qingqing was about to break out in a cold sweat. First, she was shocked by the fact that she lived in the mountains and had little knowledge; then she was frightened by this terrible birthday gift -
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Qingqing originally thought that it was the harsh nature in the desert that made it difficult for people to survive. But now when he saw the row of iron chains, he felt that it was because of the force of human power. He saw several impatient wolf dogs rushing forward.
, Licking the bleeding wounds under the shackles, Qing Qing couldn't help but ask again:
"Why were these people brought here?"
Hearing Qing Qing's question, the old man smiled bitterly: "Why do the strong and the weak bully each other? If the young knight really wants to ask, it can only be that these dogs grew up eating human flesh and there are no slaves to feed them.
He died on hunger strike."
"Come here! Come here!" The man holding the dog was so frightened by the hungry dogs that his hands and feet were trembling. Now he was pulling on the chain that tied the man, and he felt much more relaxed. There was only a "swipe" sound, and the machete came out.
One of the men holding the knife stared at the men with ferocious eyes and swept over the row of people one by one.
Wherever the strong man looked, the cuffed people all lowered their heads.
"Listen up!" After clearing his throat, the man finally spoke, "It's very simple to survive! If you can take this knife from my hand and slash it three times, you will come and serve our King Taming. Those who have not escaped,
Just go feed the dog! Do you hear me clearly?"
There was silence, no one answered. However, the men and women sitting scattered in the Bei Desert all clapped and shouted.
The row of people called "slaves" by the leader of the Northern Desert are tall, short and fat.
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They were all different in thickness, but tied together in the same bunch. The clothes on their bodies were torn into strips, and even though the woman's white breasts were exposed, no one cared. Their bodies were stained with foul smelling stains, and each one
There are various scars on the individual's head and face, and he almost doesn't look like a human being.
The man who had just drawn the sword grabbed a person by the back of his neck and pulled him away from the team to the others. The man raised his head and saw that he was a middle-aged man with an unshaven face. He staggered a few steps and stood in front of the scimitar while dodging.
"Watch it!" With a loud shout, the scimitar flew forward wrapped in the wind. I saw the light of the sword slashing diagonally. The man subconsciously dodged, but he was quite agile. The scimitar hooked the man's arm and tore it open.
The man pulled down the strip of cloth with force, causing the man's flesh and the sharp blade to rub against each other. Although he escaped, the pull directly tore half of the man's clothes. A "tearing" sound was heard.
, the man instantly exposed half of his body and fell to the sand with his round butt.
"Hahaha——" The sound of laughter kept rising to the sky. Qingqing looked at the remaining people in the row of shackles, and there were actually a few who couldn't help but lowered their heads and pursed their lips, snickering non-stop.
Seeing that the sword missed, the man was not in a hurry. The North Desert man obviously did not use all his strength with the sword just now, but the thunder was loud and the rain was small, which frightened the middle-aged man and threw him to the ground. It was as if he already knew that the prey could not escape.
I want to play with it more.
Seeing the man take a mouthful of sand, the man put the tip of the knife against the man's chin: "Swallow it."
Half the mouthful of sand in the man's mouth gushed onto his tongue, but he suddenly choked and did not dare to spit it out again.
"Swallow it!"
The man was so frightened that he did not dare to hesitate. His Adam's apple squirmed hard, and he chewed and swallowed the yellow sand into his stomach with all his strength. The man finally grinned and said with a big smile: "Look at the knife!" Before he finished speaking,
I saw the blade of the knife turning sideways, trying to slice the man's bloody neck.
The man was so frightened that he was stunned until the light of the knife was in front of him. He was as sluggish as a wooden chicken and could not move. It was not until the bright tip of the knife was about to scratch his neck that the man screamed as if he had just woken up from a dream.
With a sound, he lay down backwards, letting the life-threatening light and shadow flash from his eyes to the other side.
I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Qingqing could only hear everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief.
The two knives were coming, and the man seemed to have had all the fun, and a fierce light finally flashed in his eyes. The man struggled to help his hands into the sand, crawled back a few steps, and saw the blade falling down on his head, fearing that it would never happen again.
Unable to escape, he closed his eyes tightly and gathered his arms to block himself——
In the quiet night, a subtle clicking sound was heard in everyone's ears. Although the sound was not sharp, it sounded sticky, like a sharp knife stabbing into the flesh and blood, and blood spurted out silently.
Seeing that the man with only half a soul left, the raised left arm seemed to have only the bloody half. The other half above the elbow flew out in the direction of the blade, and before the half of the arm hit the ground, it was rushed
The hungry dog hurriedly jumped up, caught it in its mouth in mid-air, and kept chewing it without leaving any bones.
Seeing with his own eyes that his still warm arm was swallowed by the big dog, the man screamed and fell into the sand and fell unconscious. The remaining wounds were still spurting blood, and two men held his shoulders.
Pull him aside.
I'm afraid I have to wait until the middle-aged man wakes up on his own to know that he was lucky enough to save a life.