Burigod confronted Captain Cana, and he stood in front of Captain Cana like an eagle protecting his cub, and retorted sternly: "He is your guide!"

"I can find another guide." Captain Cana savagely pushed Burigod away and walked quickly towards Jiaohe. "Now follow my orders to get out of here, slave!"

With threatening words, Jiaohe trembled slightly. He touched his empty waist. He didn't hold it either the hilt of the sword or the scimitar, but he clenched his fists.

"Stand up, as a proud samurai, after this war, I will give you a real name." A thick voice urged Jiaohe, "Stand up and fight in the name of the holy Tarateng!"

Jiaohe gritted his teeth and stood up on the sand, and the hallucinations made him see Captain Cana and the warriors behind him as soldiers wearing black armor. They were all wearing pitch-black masks, and there was endless murderous intent in their eyes.

He bit his tongue and looked straight at him with a fierce look.

murderer!

"We will not use weapons to face a dignified but unarmed enemy in the desert." Burigod moved his pace to follow Captain Cana. "He used to be a respected warrior, and giving mercy is the right choice for a warrior-"

"The warrior won respect with his sword. We conquered countless countries far beyond the strait. Those who gave up the sword and knelt down were slaves." Captain Cana interrupted him, then grabbed Jiaohe's hair, and at the same time crossed the sword between his throat. "Slaves have no dignity, you don't have it, nor does he. Sick slaves will be killed, no matter men or women, do you think we will leave him to waste precious water and time?!"

Burigod rushed up and pressed Captain Cana's wrist, and he said nervously and quickly, "He will be fine, I promise you!"

The Cana soldiers surrounded him because of the dispute. They all stared at Captain Cana, all with doubts.

Under the gathering of scrutiny, Captain Cana felt that his majesty was provoked. In order to show his majesty, he punched Burigod in the stomach. Burigod suddenly bent over and knelt in the sand. When he forced himself to raise his head, Captain Cana had quickly pressed the tip of his sword against his chest, and the next moment, the sword tip suddenly pushed through the flesh and the overflowing blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

Captain Cana said ruthlessly, "I warn you, slave warrior. The consequence of disobeying the order is death. Don't think that I need you now and you can resist openly! I will kill you, and he! Then go to the Desert Court to kill your compatriots, your family, and all the Desert people will be our slaves. Now I will give you the last order, get out of here!"

The roar intensified the wind, and the eyes of the Cana warriors were scorching and greedy, and they beat their breastplate and made a dull thumping sound, longing for the exciting blood.

Jiaohe raised his head and saw the bright red color of Burigod's chest dyed red sleeves along the arm, and blood gathered along the back of his hands at his fingertips. He stared at the drop of blood. In the bright red, what reflected was the loving and sad eyes that night.

Staring at him.

"Come here, my son." The bloody hand reached out to the young Jiaohe River. "The Desert Youting disappeared tonight, but the seeds of revenge have been buried deep in the desert." The bloody hand clenched the collar of Jiaohe, "Remember the death of the tribe members, remember the murderer who killed them. Revenge, use your life to avenge the tribe members! Put on their masks, rebuild the Desert Youting in the future, and become an excellent person than me..."

The last words were ruthlessly sobbing and the last trace of strength was pulled away by the ruthless whimper, and the blood-stained hand fell into the sand. The sharp north wind whistled past, and the wailing echoed in the distant stars in the sky.

The tender and loud wailing sounded in the flames and the north wind. The boy raised his head and roared towards the night sky, and cold sweat slid down from his back. The wind made him swing, and his eyes quickly contracted from the hidden memories.

Jiaohe saw clearly in front of him and also clearly saw the sudden scene.

Buzz!

The cold light shining across his eyes disappeared. Jiaohe looked at him in surprise and suspicion, and saw that the short sword was suddenly tightly clenched by a pair of big hands, just like his father holding his collar before his death!

"That can start with me." Burigod looked at Captain Cana fearlessly, holding the sharp sword blade with both hands firmly.

, "You can kill me and him in the land of the gods. But when the sandstorm comes, you will all be swallowed up. It is very easy for a sinister killer to make a decision. Just wave your weapon gently and your worries will disappear. But the killer is alone, and there are countless warriors behind you. Their destiny is in your hands. You need me, and I don't allow you to kill him!"

The blood drops overflowing between their fingers dripped into the sand, dyeing the sand red, and gradually making Jiaohe's eyes widen.

Captain Cana said in a deep voice: "You are threatening me!"

Burigod looked at him seriously and said, "I'm giving an opinion."

The weak reason was maintained, but the rage had already made Captain Cana more murderous. He reluctantly overflowed from his teeth with gloomy words: "Even if I don't kill him, he will die on the road, and he can't hold on for a few days!"

"Give me a weapon as my reward for leading the way for you. I will take charge of his life on the way to the next journey." Burigod raised his chest solemnly, "You have tens of thousands of people, and even if we escape, we cannot escape your pursuit. Just treat it as mercy. If he loses the will to survive, I will end his life with weapons and return to Tarateng's arms."

The blue veins between the captain Cana's forehead were tense. As Burigod said, he could easily decide the fate of the slave. But if he waved his weapons to restore his majesty, he would lose his guide. After that, he could only return to the ruins of the Right Ting, and his master never gave mercy to useless warriors.

Between anger and fear, he chose the latter.

Captain Cana retracted his sword and inserted it into the sheath. Then he sank his jaw and said in a slight voice: "One time."

The Cana warriors were all very disappointed, but they did not dare to openly resist Captain Cana's decision. A moment later, a Cana warrior reluctantly threw a scimitar that was collected as a spoil in the sand in front of Burigod.

Burigod tied his scimitar around his waist, then turned to Jiaohe and said, "Let's go."

Jiaohe looked at him, and his weak body rose and fell with his heavy breathing. He kept holding on without saying a word, but a sudden coldness made all the force he had supported dissipate and his body rushed forward.

The moment Jiaohe fell, a strong arm suddenly poked out, wrapped around his neck, and immediately pulled the person into his arms...z.br

Jiaohe looked up at him with his brow frown.

Burigude's face was very serious, but after a moment, he suddenly showed a distressed expression and said, "Are you Zheng people so arrogant? If you can't walk, you can tell me." He grinned and said, "I will carry you."

Jiaohe was stunned. He was about to say something, but Burigod suddenly carried him on his back. Burigod was very strong, and his arms wrapped around Jiaohe's thighs. Then he turned his head to Jiaohe and said, "Hold my shoulders tightly."

Jiaohe was stunned, but Burigod had already urged, "Hold me tightly, if you fall down, the Cana will definitely kill you with a sword again."

Jiaohe came back to his senses, and slowly raised his hand to cover Burigoud's shoulder. The thin fabric showed a hot heat, the rough skin was filled with a dull bronze shimmer, and the messy hair was filled with a rich aroma of crisp tea.

Like the smell of father, Jiaohe put down his vigilant heart in the familiar smell and hugged the only support he had never had for many years.

Burigod mentioned the man, and showed his bright white teeth as he grinned. He turned his head and said, "Let's go, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me on the way."

Jiaohe nodded, and Burigude walked forward with deep and shallow feet. Each of his feet was deeply trapped in the sand, and his hard steps slowly oozed out the sweat on his forehead.

"You should let him kill me." Jiaohe looked at Burigod's side face on the way, "I am your enemy."

Burigude wore a round earring on his right ear, which swayed slightly while walking, attracting Jiaohe's sight.

"You are my enemy." The beads of sweat from Burigod's forehead flowed down his cheeks, "But you shouldn't die in a massacre, the warrior should die in a fair duel."

"Do you want to kill me with your own hands?" Jiaohe felt dizzy and leaned unconsciously on Burigoud's shoulder, whispering almost like a mosquito, "Silly Desert Man."

"This is honor." Burigod pulled out his feet deep into the sand, and he let out a breath of heat and chuckled, "You won't understand."

Jiaohe lowered his eyes silently.

The team re-emerged, and Captain Cana listened to the soldiers' reports on the way. The sandstorm last night caused them to lose thousands of soldiers. Most of them were either buried in yellow sand until they were suffocated, or died from being swept into the sky by the sandstorm.

The soldiers did not complain, just packed their luggage and followed the team. After walking for five days, the sandstorm would come sooner or later every night. Everyone was used to this disaster weather and became more and more proficient in the skill of digging sand pits to avoid sand storms.

Jiaohe's high fever has not subsided, and Burigude has kept his oath and taken care of him all the way, and has also given his water to Jiaohe.

On the sixth night, there were no sandstorms that night. Everyone burned fire with dead hay and branches in the sand to keep warm. The night wind was cold, and Jiaohe squatted in front of the bonfire and shivered.

Suddenly, a wide and thick blanket covered his head. He lifted it up in surprise, but a big hand pressed it down.

"This is taken from the Cana people." But Burigod explained, squatted and sat on the sand, "You need to keep warm, otherwise your illness will not be cured."

"Then you can use your scimitar." Jiaohe unceremoniously covered his head with a blanket, and the falling blanket was tightly wrapped around his body, "We are the enemies."

"Are you reminding me?" Burigud rubbed his hands and put them close to his lips and exclaimed, "We have been an enemy for a long time, and I am very familiar with you. But the most famous one is Liang Fenghou in Manhong Pass, of course." He rubbed his shoulders with his hands, looked at Jiaohe and said with a smile, "Your General Zhen is the most famous. The Right Ting in the Desert was destroyed by his leadership. He is a powerful opponent, but he died too early."
Chapter completed!