savior epic

Chapter 107 Sandstorm
Lying on the sandy ground, the man suddenly heard the slight sound of horseshoes.

"Damn it, why are you chasing so fast!" The man stood up tremblingly, waking up the two cavalrymen.

Bligh and John got up abruptly, lack of rest, and their heads were in a daze. When they heard the man say that the enemy was rushing this way, they were frightened and woke up.

The three of them woke up the two war horses and hurriedly climbed onto the saddle.

The man told Bligh to mount his steed.

Bligh looked at the man in astonishment. The two of them rode the same horse, which would slow down the horse.

"I am the consul." The man said with firm eyes, "I took up this post because of your support."

Bligh felt his lips trembling, and without hesitation, he climbed into the saddle of his steed.

The three of them rode two war horses and galloped in the desert. The two war horses rested for a while, and under the urging of the whip, they burst out at an extremely fast speed.

The wind was blowing the desert, and they had no time to identify the direction to choose, so they could only try their best to rush to the place with many mounds, in order to delay the enemy's pace.

They ran far, far, until the man got off the horse several times, but did not hear the sound of the horse's hooves. Then the three began to slow down, looking for a high sandy cliff, and driving into the horse post again.

"Consul, we should get rid of them completely, I have this hunch." Bligh panted, his voice trembling.

The man seemed to hear his soul, trembling in the cold wind.

Bligh held his head and squatted down under the sand cliff. This defeat almost destroyed his mind.

John was not much better, and sat on the ground tiredly.

The man supported the horse, his dry eyes were bloodshot, and he almost fell off when he got off the horse.

"John, you come to watch the night, I have to close my eyes for a while." The man said hoarsely.

John nodded.

The man lay down casually on the ground, completely tired, and he relaxed a little.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, the man seemed to see the flag of Myron running from the night in a trance.

He panicked suddenly and stood up tremblingly.

Bligh, who was squatting aside, turned his head to look at the man, thinking that something happened to the consul, his eyes panicked.

"It's okay, it's okay, Bligh." The man saw that Bligh couldn't bear any more fear, so he said.

The man lay back on the sand again.

Myron!

The man thought of the name with disgust and pain.

Myron betrayed him, and Myron, who had been with him for many years, betrayed everyone in this way.

The four people who followed him in the uprising at the beginning were all his close friends. The man just relaxed when he was almost overwhelmed by the grief of betrayal.

The man stood up, wanting to feel something out of his body. Whenever he was in pain and confused, he would feel out the candlestick.

However, he didn't touch anything, and then suddenly remembered that the candlestick was left in the castle.

In this vast desert, he could not hear the guidance of the Lord.

He was suddenly terrified and panicked.

All of this stemmed from Myron's betrayal and his hastily leading the entire legion to help.

The man fell asleep with hatred in his arms.

In just four hours, he woke himself up.

It was dawn, and the face was covered with dust. The man wiped off the sand and stood up. He found the exhausted John, who had passed out during the vigil.

The man was startled by this, palpitations set in, and he woke John up.

John raised his head ignorantly, and saw the man's angry face head-on.

"Damn it, I told you to watch the night!" The man said angrily, "If the enemy comes after us, we will all die!"

John was frightened by such an angry man, he got up quickly and apologized repeatedly.

The man looked around, and he was relieved that he didn't hear the horseshoes chasing after him.

"There will be no next time, John." The man turned and pointed at the young cavalryman, "Go and wake up Bligh."

John nodded again and again, and he ran to shake Bligh awake.

Bligh stood up, his footing was unsteady and he nearly fell.

Under the cloud of defeat, without his horse, Bligh seemed to have lost his soul.

The man planned to set off and return to Alan Biyin as soon as possible, but he soon discovered a crucial problem.

They only cared about fleeing and lost their way in the desert.

"Where are we going? Where are we going?!"

Frightened, Bligh threw the fall that he hadn't fallen just now, and fell out.

The young cavalryman whimpered softly.

"Don't panic, Bligh!" the man comforted him, "Don't panic, let's walk back according to our memory."

John lifted Bligh up, almost pushed him, onto the man's steed.

They all sat on their horses, and they embarked on a long journey home.

Walked for nearly a morning.

In the barren desert, there are no traces of plants along the way.

The man's lips were chapped, and he still dared not take a sip of water.

He was afraid that after the first sip, he would not be able to stop.

Due to the haste and haste of the mobilization of the legion, they did not have time to prepare too much water and food. The water and food on the horses were all prepared before.

The two horses walked all morning before they could drink a little water and eat a slap in the face.

Both men and horses were exhausted.

"Consul, Consul" Bligh raised his pale face with chills, and said dejectedly, "We... the entire legion are dead."

Bligh was out of his mind.

"Calm down, Bligh, calm down, someone else must have escaped from the Vanguard Corps," the man comforted.

Bligh throws himself off his horse.

He cried, "I heard they were all dead!"

John stared at Bligh sadly, and suggested in a trembling voice, "He's crazy, leave him here."

The man turned his head to look at the vast desert, and then turned his head to look at Bligh.

He clenched his fists.

Finally, the man ordered: "Take him, take him."

John looked hesitantly at the man.

"John. Take him." The man spent great effort, "If you drop one, you will drop the second."

When John heard this, he dismounted quickly and pushed Bligh onto his horse.

The three continued to walk in the desert.

After walking for about ten kingdoms, last night's wind and sand had completely covered up the horseshoe prints in the future tense, and the men didn't know if their direction was wrong, so they could only keep walking.

At any rate, the enemy has been thrown off.

Men can only make fun of it.

This mood will not last long.

After walking for about half an hour, they suddenly heard the wind tearing the ground.

Then, in an instant, yellow sand swept over from the north!
The sand and stone swept and rolled in an instant, making a devilish sound, flying all over the sky, and filling the air.

sandstorm.

The man cursed violently.

This damn sandstorm came at the most timely time at the least timely time.

This seems to be a trick of fate, which is unexpected.

Under the strong wind, the man was throbbing from the beating, and he shouted hoarsely for John to follow him.

As soon as he finished speaking, sand stuck to his throat.

They had to find a place to escape the sandstorm.

Oh God,

bless them!

　Catch up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)