Amid the collective silence of the merchants and the curses of the mercenaries, Kandar looked around with an indifferent expression.
"Then let the duel begin as soon as possible."
Thales's heart tightened.
Oops.
He clenched his fists and his eyes were fixed on the blue-faced orc Duraman in the distance.
If worst comes to worst...
If a duel cannot be avoided...
So how do I survive?
Thales took a deep breath, entered the state of hell's senses, and observed the enemy's situation, but there was a sudden "bang" sound outside his eardrum, which startled him.
It took Thales a few seconds to realize: This was the orcs plundering the caravan's goods from a distance.
On the deserted rocky ground, his battle with the Fallen Starman and the Dead Horning Crow made the Hell River Sin improve significantly, and his sense of hell also strengthened a lot.
But it is precisely because of this that Thales learned a lesson: Hell's senses can bring extraordinary perception, but sometimes, overly sensitive perception is not necessarily a good thing.
When countless information that was usually isolated from consciousness was poured into his brain by the hell senses, Thales was in chaos and could not distinguish between east, west, north and south. For example, in the melee just now, in the hell senses, 20 meters away
The sound of the orcs grinding their teeth sounded deafening, like a large group marching. It was often confused with the sound of swords and axes meters away. The enemy's movements in the distance were clear, as if they were right in front of him. Thales subconsciously raised his hands to resist, but ignored those who were close at hand.
threats.
Everyone seems to envy being able to hear and see, but the real person involved is actually suffering from unspeakable difficulties: slightly louder noises and slightly brighter lights will make Thales unbearable, resulting in overreaction and deviation in perception.
He needs time and practice to re-adapt to the new state.
Thinking of this, Thales secretly shook his head: In the hazy memories of his previous life, those seniors who were completely reborn, had their meridians opened, but could directly skip the adaptation stage and use their upgraded new powers to show their great power, were probably born as supermen.
Bar.
He tried his best to focus his slightly out-of-control hell sense on his dueling opponent, but he couldn't help but frown.
In the hell sense, the fluctuations reflected by the orcs in the field of vision are not as divergent as humans, but solid and thick.
At least in Duraman's body, Thales couldn't find any sign of light similar to the power of termination, but the boy watched the fluctuations of its muscles and bones, listened to its heavy breathing and strong heartbeat, and swallowed subconsciously.
A mouthful of saliva.
But Thales has no doubt that this so-called holy guard, a blue-faced orc, can exert power that most super-level warriors cannot achieve with the addition of the power of termination with just one strike.
No.
He silently came to a conclusion: As he is now, he is still trying to adapt to the new power...
No chance.
Not to mention…
Thales glanced at the other two holy guards with a headache.
"If he loses," the orc war chief Kandar stared closely at Thales with a cold look in his eyes: "There is no need for you to live...Obviously, the Desert God does not like you."
These words made everyone nervous.
At this time, a strange feeling crept into Thales's heart.
He raised his head subconsciously.
wrong.
The prince said to himself silently: From the beginning, something was not right.
Where exactly?
What's wrong?
He turned his eyes and looked around.
At this moment, a timid male voice spoke from the crowd.
"I...I know..."
The prisoners frowned.
A trembling hand was raised.
"I know...I know why the people of the stars sent troops...the great war chief..."
Thales was slightly surprised.
Kandar turned his head slightly.
"Look, I knew it," Kandar smiled contemptuously and strode towards the other side: "As humans, you are all lazy, and all you need is a little motivation."
Dean and Louisa frowned.
"What are you doing?"
Dean couldn't believe his eyes: "What could he know?"
A bald man curled up on the ground struggled to hold his belly, straightened up, ignoring the dust on his body, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "If I told you, great war chief, you would
Let me live?"
Kandar stopped, lowered his head coldly, and looked directly at the owner of the caravan, Sepp Tomdin.
"Depends on what you tell me."
Thales stared, enduring the strange feeling in his heart, and guessing what Tomdin was going to say.
Could it be that……
The orc Duraman roared angrily, seemingly dissatisfied that the duel was being delayed.
Tomdin, who was kneeling on the ground, shuddered, but his words saved Thales from immediate misfortune.
"They... more than ten days ago, in the Blade Tooth Camp, I was chatting with my cousin. He is a standing army on the western front. Under Williams, he is the one..."
Kandar's eyes turned cold:
"I know who Williams is, to the point."
All the prisoners stared at the conversation between the two, feeling uneasy.
The orc's eyes seemed to have some mysterious power, which made Tomdin tremble even more.
The merchant's speech speed continued to increase, and his stammering became even worse: "My cousin, he, he told me that the big shots were going to block the border soon, so I was thinking about bringing the caravan out.
Smuggling, making some small money..."
Kandar suddenly stretched out his remaining left hand!
It grabbed Tomdin's neck necklace tightly, pulled the businessman who was almost paralyzed with fear from the ground, dragged his legs off the ground, pressed his bloody mouth against his face and roared:
"Point!"
The scream that Tomdin had just spoken was frightened back by this roar.
Looking at the ferocious orc face of the opponent, Tomdin was like a field mouse facing a poisonous snake, with no way to escape.
A few seconds later, the businessman shook his teeth and said with a white face:
"Baron Whistle Williams was talking to a few nobles in the room, and my cousin heard it... The big shots went into the desert, as if they wanted to hunt down someone..."
Hearing this, Thales' breathing suddenly stopped!
His expression remained normal, and he tried not to look at Dean and Louisa.
What does this Tomdin know?
Really bad.
Having to face the threat of a duel...
I have to think about ways to escape again...
There is also the risk of revealing your identity...
Thales gritted his teeth: Is today an unlucky day?
He frowned slightly, and the uncontrollable hell senses fed back to him the heartbeats of the two of them: the caravan owner was almost frightened out of his courage, Kandar seemed vicious, but his heartbeat was still gentle, although Thales didn't know if this was the case.
A characteristic unique to orcs.
In the distance, the sounds of orcs searching for loot could be heard one after another. Their rough movements and constant noise disturbed him.
The strange feeling is still there.
wrong.
Something is wrong!
The young man's brows frowned more and more.
In the hell sense, the orcs in the camp were very noisy, and their rude whispers and rough movements seemed to be close to their ears.
The strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.
"Hunting for someone?" Kandar thought thoughtfully, his hands loosening slightly.
"who?"
Tomdin shook his head violently.
This action made Kandar tighten his grip on his hand again.
It pursed its lips: "It seems you need more motivation?"
Tomdin screamed: "No no no no I don't know, I don't know, I don't know ahhh!"
He was crying and bursting into tears: "I swear, I swear on the noble honor of my ancestors! I really don't know who they are hunting for!"
Dean and Louisa both sighed.
Mikey, who was knocked to the ground, sneered disdainfully.
Kandar stared at Tomdin for a long time.
A few seconds later, the orc war chief looked at the other party with disgust at the snot and tears flowing down his hand, and then he let go.
Tomdin fell back to the ground with a thud.
The owner of the caravan breathed a sigh of relief, sobbed and beat his chest:
"But, since they are as hateful as you said, and spared no living creature in the desert, then they must hate that person as much as they hate you..."
Kandar, who was waving his hands, lowered his head.
Realizing that he might have said the wrong thing, Tomdin raised his hands tremblingly: "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry... I didn't mean it, I just, I just..."
But Kandar ignored his disrespect: "You said that the Kingdom of Stars traveled all over the desert outskirts just to hunt down someone?"
"My cousin heard this..."
Kandar snorted coldly: "Who is he? He is worthy of the whole kingdom's western frontline fighting... killing him with blood and corpses everywhere?"
At that moment, Thales was shocked!
I see!
The young man suddenly understood.
He understood where that strange feeling came from!
The prince's chest heaved and his eyes changed rapidly.
So this is the answer.
It is also their only chance to survive in the hands of this group of cruel and cunning orcs!
The question and answer between Kandar and Tomdin continued, but the prince had no intention of listening any more.
While everyone's attention was on the other side, Thales' mood perked up and his lips moved slightly.
"Dean," the young man tilted his head and whispered to the captives beside him: "Orcs, they are plundering your goods."
"Of course, they love human trophies."
Dean was a little worried and hesitant. His peripheral vision glanced at Kandar who was interrogating Tomdin: "Listen, Waiya, it will never let us go no matter what, so you..."
Thales shook his head.
"No, Dean, listen to me: although they are plundering, they are abandoning valuable things. Instead, they are hurriedly plundering food, drinking water and even medicine."
Dean's eyebrows twitched.
"What?"
The bald mercenary asked strangely: "How do you know?"
Listening to the sound coming from his ears, Thales paused slightly: "I heard... what I saw at the end of the walk, they were looking for necessary supplies."
Looking for supplies…
Dean mused.
On the other side, Tomdin was scared to tears again by the orcs.
"Dean," Thales continued softly: "We just took up arms to resist, at most a dozen people, and according to the war chief, they only lost a few people, right..."
Dean curled his lips: "What?"
"But they... there are nearly dozens or hundreds of them, but almost half of them are injured," Thales nuzzled at the rows of orcs: "Including the war chief himself, there are dried blood and fresh stains on his armor.
wear and tear.”
Dean's eyes were frozen in mid-air.
"Louisa said that in order to conceal and attack, they specially removed their armor and attacked with light armor. But what if, what if they didn't deliberately light their armor... but were forced to do so?"
The bald mercenary perked up: "What do you mean..."
"Their condition is not as good as I said, Dean," Thales said with a flame of hope burning in his eyes: "They went through a battle not long ago. They were traveling lightly and lacked food and clothing..."
"They are...running for their lives."
At that moment, the atmosphere between the two was different.
The dark night seemed much brighter.
Dean was silent for a while.
"That means..."
Thales nodded: "We just need to find a way to get them..."
He didn't finish.
Because the next moment
"boom"
A loud noise like thunder came suddenly, shaking everyone on the spot!
No matter the orcs or humans, no matter the merchants or mercenaries, no matter the war chiefs or princes, they all turned around in panic at this moment and turned towards the direction where the loud noise came from.
In the thick of night, a terrible raging fire was burning in a camp not far away. The fire was so high that it even spread into the air, more than ten meters!
The firelight illuminated the sand dunes in all directions, making them extremely conspicuous in the night sky.
Thales and Dean stared blankly at the flames in the distance, looking at each other.
"Kandar..." Yaku, one of the holy guards, looked at the burning camp in shock, suddenly took off his black bow, and said something to the war chief anxiously.
"Hula!" War Chief Kandar yelled at it, but it still turned its head and waved its arms.
Yaku nodded and led a dozen orc warriors to check.
It turned around, grabbed Tomdin, who was also scared and pale, pointed at the flames and said angrily: "What's going on!"
"I, I, I..."
Tomdin waved his hands desperately, trying his best to show his innocence and cooperation.
"In the Blade Tooth Sand Dunes, the army has been mobilized frequently these days, and the scale is very large. The management is a bit lax due to the busy schedule," the businessman said with a mournful expression on his face: "So I took the opportunity... to transport some military supplies... such as a tiny bit.
Yongshi Oil Refining, your men may have been robbing me, I mean accidentally while rummaging..."
"A tiny bit?" Mikey, who was lying on the ground, repeated sarcastically while looking at the fire on the sand.
Kandar looked at the flames and then at Tomdin, with an angry expression, his cheeks twitching, and his upper and lower rows of teeth were about to bite each other.
"You may not know much about the characteristics of eternal oil, and their quantity may be more than just a tiny bit..."
Tomdin looked at the fire, forgetting the horror of the orcs for a moment, and said heartbrokenly: "So, if you want to put it out, you should use a lot of sand..."
Kandar howled angrily and threw down the unfortunate Tomdin.
Sure enough, a minute later, the orc Yakku came back with a dismayed look on his face and a dozen warriors. He looked solemn and shook his head at Kandar, who had an ugly expression.
Kandar roared unwillingly.
The war chief turned around and gave orders in their language, and many lightly-armed orcs immediately took action and dispersed around the camp.
The flame is still burning.
"It seems that Tomdin's greed and cowardice have helped," Dean narrowed his eyes and whispered: "They are retreating... Your guess is right, we have a chance."
Thales pursed his lips.
In the unexpected confusion, Kandar seemed to finally remember these human captives.
"What a pity," the orc war chief turned to them and coldly stroked the sharp iron fork on his wrist: "It's going to end early."
"I still want to chat with you all for a while."
The expressions of the prisoners suddenly changed.
Kandar snorted softly and looked at Thales. Under the reflection of the flames, the light and shadow on his black face overlapped, making it even more ferocious: "You know, Saka, I really want to see what you will do when facing Duraman.
How to react..."
Duraman roared and struck the ground heavily with his mace.
Thales felt cold.
Not good.
The orc war chief walked forward slowly, looking directly at Thales: "Especially, I just figured out a lot of things..."
At this moment, on the horizon on the other side of the desert, a bunch of sparks rose from the ground and made a shrill sound!
"call out"
Bright and harsh.
Everyone, including Kandar, subconsciously looked in the direction of the sparks.
A few seconds later, at the place where the sparks appeared, on the other side of the dune, several vague voices came from afar:
"Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff."
Dull, low-key, rapid, but quite rhythmic.
Getting closer.
Almost at the same time, on the other side of the dune, an orc warrior suddenly shouted: "Kruli"
The roar stopped abruptly and turned into a cry of pain: "Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Before Thales could react, the expressions of all the orcs present changed drastically!
The soldiers' cries of pain have not disappeared.
But Kandar roared angrily and turned toward his warriors!
The tribe's war chief didn't hesitate at all. He threw away his majestic and powerful arms and roared an order with the loudest voice since his appearance: "Musa!"
The next second, faster than the blink of an eye, all the orc warriors roared and unsheathed their weapons, took long strides under the leadership of Yakku and Lusana, consciously formed a team, and started running!
Except for the orc Dulaman, who pointed at Thales in the prisoner emotionally and said something to Kandar.
This orc who had a blood feud with Thales seemed determined to settle his grudges here.
Thales' heart sank.
"Don't worry," Dean beside him said calmly: "I made an agreement with Louisa and we will find an opportunity to fight back."
But his comfort was ineffective because Kandar Bidulaman even yelled angrily, and even punched the holy guard mercilessly.
Finally, Duraman gave Thales a resentful look and joined his companions.
The captives stood in the center of the field, watching in amazement as the busy orcs with fanatical expressions ran past them in groups and in rows, running in the opposite direction to the sparks!
They had almost no time to take care of the prisoners.
"How..." This was Louisa who was surprised.
The next scene reveals the answer.
On a sand dune not far from them, a tall figure passed through the gravel, broke through the dark night, and appeared under the light of the fire.
That's a knight.
A horse and a person, with their feet in stirrups and the reins in their hands.
He stepped on the sound of swift hooves, and his whole body leaned freely on the horse's back, rising and falling in the gallop, flying up and rushing down the sand dunes.
Two orc sentries on the dunes saw the knight.
They roared angrily, raised their terrifying weapons, stepped on astonishing steps, and drove their majestic bodies to rush towards the intruder!
The knight on the horse ignored the approaching threat in front of him, he just arched his body and accelerated to gallop.
The two sides are getting closer.
Until they meet each other.
The orcs' roars were full of hatred: a heavy hammer and a broadsword were cutting dangerous arcs in their hands, with terrifying force and a roar of death, and they were about to cut open the horse's belly.
Thales was shocked.
But the knight whistled softly.
At that moment, the mount under his crotch turned around nimbly, stepped on the horse's hooves, and turned around before the weapon reached him!
The moment the knight turned around, the sharp-eyed Thales saw the pattern on his robe:
A crow.
A dark blue crow with only one wing.
The knight narrowly avoided the orc's interception and missed two deadly weapons.
But it's not over.
I saw a light and sharp spear accurately thrust out from the horse and piercing the neck of the first orc.
Amidst the roars of the two orcs, the knight's spear tip was released and then retracted. With his superb equestrian skills, he flew far away, leaving only a pool of enemy's blood behind his back.
And a few inches of ponytail.
"This symbol is the Crow Whistle Qingqiu of the Chroma family," Old Hammer couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. "It is the famous Crow Guard's second commando team 'Thunder Crow'!"
Thales's heart moved: The Chroma family...
Chroma family?
Something sounds familiar...
The orc, whose neck was stabbed, roared endlessly. It stepped on frightening heavy steps, ignoring the blood spilled, and chased after the knight with its companions.
But they can't catch up.
The knight turned in an arc and rode farther and farther on the sand dunes, riding faster and faster.
Finally, after the orc whose neck was stabbed ran a considerable distance and almost turned the sand red, he fell down.
Before the last blood was shed, the orc's strong life supported it, and he raised his blade towards the knight's erratic back.
But its blade is too short.
Out of reach.
As it thought this, its thick arms trembled in the air for a moment, and finally hung down weakly.
Never move again.
Under the sand dunes, War Chief Kandar watched his warriors fall from a distance, roaring in grief and anger.
The orcs shouted in unison, venting the hatred in their hearts.
"Hey! The rock-cracking bastards, I haven't seen you for two days!"
The first human knight looked at the burning camp not far away and the angry orcs below, and stopped his horse.
He stopped on the sand dune, and his laughter spread far away, reaching the ears of every orc: "The 'Chasing Holy Day' hasn't arrived yet, and now we have a bonfire party..."
"Isn't it a little too early?"
Another orc sentry howled miserably and rushed towards the knight.
It failed to reach the finish line.
"Puff-puff-puff-puff."
The second knight rushed from the other side of the dune, flashed a saber when the orc turned back, and passed by it.
Amidst Kandar's shrill roar, the second orc's head flew high with unwillingness and anger in his eyes.
The prisoners were silent, and the orcs shouted in grief and anger.
Thales watched this scene blankly, watching the ferocious orcs die in battle one after another.
Kandar's roars became more and more urgent.
Under his order, nearly a hundred orcs quickly divided into two groups:
Nearly twenty orcs, with astonishing momentum and heavy weapons, stepped forward and formed a formation facing the sand dune where the knight was.
The rest of the orcs shouted slogans, put away their weapons with full of hatred, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction.
"What are they doing..." Kuaisheng looked surprised.
The old hammer shook his head, and the experienced man gave a brief answer:
"Escape."
Thales was about to ask a question, but found that the next moment, he was grabbed by the neck by a huge orc!
"Waiya!" As Dean and Louisa shouted angrily, Thales was restrained in Kandar's left arm.
But the orcs guarding the captives did not move. They stood coldly behind the humans, suppressing everyone who wanted to resist.
Thales wanted to use his strength, but found that the opponent's strength was the most terrifying he had ever encountered: "You"
He didn't finish his words, because the next moment, Kandar's iron prong was pressed against his throat.
"Quiet!"
The orc war chief grabbed Thales' throat, looked at his suspicious eyes, and said coldly to the prisoners: "This will be over soon. I don't want to make the scene too ugly."
The next second, Kandar put his mouth to his ear and spoke in a voice that only two people could hear: "Tell your father, and tell Morat."
"I found you first."
"And I know who you are."
At that second, Thales completely froze.
Dean and Louisa were still shouting something excitedly, but it didn't matter anymore.
What?
Father?
Morat?
Did you find me first?
Do you know who I am?
What does this all mean?
Kandar turned Thales' head towards him, his bright yellow eyes looking sharp.
Thales stared at Kandar with great confusion.
He suddenly discovered that the other party's expression at this moment was extremely serious, with neither the humor nor the sadness and anger just now.
But calm down.
Rare calmness.
"So, Canxing, I have fulfilled my promise," Kandar lowered his voice and said, "What about yours?"
"See you later, Saka."
The next moment, Thales felt a pain in his forehead and instantly ate a mouthful of sand.
"Waiya!"
A few seconds later, Thales, who was helped up from the sand by Dean, was in shock. He could only watch the orc war chief's back go away with full of shock and confusion, and watched Kandar and his warriors join in.
The tribe's team ran towards the distance.
what happened?
"Are you okay? What did it do to you?"
Thales didn't answer, he just blinked, his face full of surprise.
Its promise? The promise of the shining star?
He doesn't understand.
This orc...
What is this orc...
"Oh my God," Quick Rope blinked in disbelief and pulled McGee up from the ground: "We survived... they are gone!"
Dean looked at the orcs running in the distance, and then at the orcs who stayed behind to form a formation, with a complicated expression on his face.
The knights on the sand dunes rushed down with whistles. There were more than a dozen of them. They nimbly avoided the orcs who had formed a formation and chased the running Kandar.
With the departure of the orcs, the captives regained their freedom, but they had no time to celebrate their luck, because soon, the next thing attracted all their attention.
Waves.
For that second, Thales thought he heard wrongly.
But yes.
It's the waves.
The faint sound of waves invaded his ears over and over again.
Wow...
Wow…
"What is that?" Quick Rope asked in horror.
"Oops..." Old Hammer looked ugly.
In the firelight, the prisoners looked around in panic, but saw nothing except the dark horizon.
But the waves didn't disappear.
Wow…
Ten seconds later, the ‘waves’ were getting closer and bigger!
It turned into a terrible raging wave.
Boom...
Rumble...
The next moment, the prisoners looked at the ground in horror, and then looked into the distance.
"Shit." Dean cursed.
Everyone felt it: a vibration that could not be ignored was continuously transmitted from the sand to the feet and hit the back.
Rumble...
The shaking on the ground is getting bigger, more obvious, and more frequent.
Rumble...
Thales even felt that his heart was about to be knocked out.
Rumble...
Finally, the uneasiness caused by the raging waves ended.
In an instant, countless black shadows appeared simultaneously on the top of the sand dune ahead, on the boundary between heaven and earth.
Rumble...
In the blazing fire, the black shadow formed a continuous black line.
They were like densely packed ants, and like a sweeping black tide, covering the sand dunes from top to bottom, dyeing the sand under the firelight black.
Just like the night.
"Oh my god, that's..." Louisa narrowed her eyes and turned pale.
Thales couldn't help but hold his breath.
He saw the black shadow clearly.
It's people.
Exactly.
It's the cavalry.
Countless cavalry!
Rumble...
They were marching with rolling iron hooves, their momentum was astonishing and overwhelming!
Like the black lava that swallows everything on the crater, it pours down at a very fast speed.
Jump into this little camp.
There is no obstacle.
Irresistible.
Thales looked at this scene in astonishment.
On the top of the dune, a knight who looked like a commander appeared in the firelight and shouted orders.
The cavalrymen responded to him with a chorus of shouts.
But Thales didn't pay attention to him.
What he saw was: behind the leading knight, another galloping knight, holding a high flag in his hand.
As the car raced, the flag was completely fluttered in the firelight.
Thales looked at the flag blankly, looking at the unfamiliar or familiar pattern, and a variety of emotions arose in his heart.
That's one side...
one side……
One side is white with a blue background...
Silver Cross Double Star Flag.
"In the name of His Majesty Kessel!"
The next second, the leading knight raised his sword and pointed condescendingly at the camp below: "Anything with less than four legs..."