New Earth in November 1810, Latin American Spanish colony Province of La Plata, Patagonian Desert.

The west wind whistles and the sand is sweeping. The sun emitting scorching light hangs high in the sky, making the desert dry and dull.

Xia Zuo lay on the dune, holding a monocular telescope and looking at the undulating desert of the sand dunes in the distance. His thin lips were slightly pursed, like a wild beast lying ambushing his prey, quiet and calm.

Not long after, a caravan appeared in the distance, heading from west to east.

This caravan had about fifty people, carrying a large amount of cargo and camels. Thirty of the fifty people were elite desert mercenaries with superb swordsmanship.

The caravans continued to move forward, leaving a long string of footprints in the desert. They did not need to erase the traces of the traces of the caravans. It would not be easy for the desert bandits to track them down.

There are three special existences in front of the caravan. The reason why the caravan members are walking on foot with camels, only the three people in front are riding camels, an old man with wrinkled faces and dark skin, a girl, and a majestic young man.

"Uncle Amuti, why don't we take a break? It's too hot." A little sweat was added to the forehead of the girl with a veil covering her face. She shook the reins in her hand gently. The camel walked a few steps and arrived at the old man. The girl said to the old man in a sweet and breathless voice.

"Miss Peña!" The old man Amuti first bowed to the girl with one hand and shouted respectfully, then raised his hand to point to the distance and said, "You can't stop now. There is a nest of the desert blood wolf nearby. If you stop, you will attract them. In front of you is the territory of the sand eagle, and it's not too late to stop there."

The girl followed Amuti's words, nodded without saying anything more.

The desert is always hot, and even the wind blowing on the body is hot. Sometimes it blows strongly, and the wind blows the sand and hits the face, making people feel painful like a knife cutting. However, people walking in the desert are used to it. Only this girl, Penia, has always been very uncomfortable. At first glance, she is not the one who often passes through the desert.

The caravan kept moving eastward.

"After passing the sand dune in front, you will arrive. Be patient!" Amuti pointed to the sand dune in the distance and said to Penia.

"Yeah!" The girl Penia pointed and said, "I'm fine!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up on the sand dune in the distance, ran down from the sand dune, and soon ran to the moving caravan, more than ten meters away from the caravan, split his legs and stretched out his arms to stop the caravan, and shouted: "Stop! Robbery!"

The mercenaries of the caravan subconsciously pulled out half of the knife on their waists, but immediately stuffed it back, smiled with self-deprecating smile, and sighed inwardly that they were a little nervous. The reason they acted like this was because the sand bandit who suddenly appeared... was too small!

He was about 1.5 meters tall and was wearing a large and worn windbreaker robe. The robe moved with the wind, revealing all the lines of his thin body. The sound he had just shouted was also a little childish sound. Although the sand bandit hid his entire body in the robe, making people unable to see his face, all the signs made people feel that he was a thin boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and was just a half-year-old child.

The people in the caravan first looked at the robbers who were blocking the team with strange eyes, and then laughed out loud.

A person, or a half-aged child, robbed?

"Little guy, where is your adult?" The old man Amuti did not laugh, and he asked cautiously.

"Don't call me a little guy, I'm the only one, stop talking nonsense, rob! Get the money!" The boy said chokingly, although there was a childish voice in his voice, it didn't give people a feeling of timidity.

"Oh, God bless you, let's go!" Amuti smiled on his face, turned his head and shouted at the caravan, kicked the camel with his feet, and walked forward with the caravan. He obviously did not regard the boy's robbery as a joke, and might not even be even a joke.

"If you dare to take another step forward, I guarantee that none of you can get out of this desert!" Xia Zuo shouted again, and slightly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm to reveal the strip of cloth on his wrist. It was a navy blue coarse cloth tied to the boy's wrist, and tied a very long and unique knot like a braid.

Amuti's pupils shrank violently, pulled the reins violently, and raised his hand to signal the caravan to stop.

"What's wrong with Uncle Amuti?" Penia noticed that Amuti's face turned pale and asked in a low voice.

"It's the Celsa." Amuti looked at the boy, muttered to himself, then turned his head and shouted shrillly: "It's the Celsa!"

Hurry!

There was a sound of weapons, and almost everyone in the caravan pulled out their weapons and showed a nervous look. They seemed to be frightened.

Celsa people!

According to legend, the existing Celsa people in the world now live in this desert. They formed a sand bandit tribe with less than 1,000 people, but they are called the most powerful and cruel bandit in the desert. Even the Mulong clan, the largest sand bandit gang with nearly 10,000 people, is not very famous.

Whether the robbery of the Celsa people are elderly or children, whether they are alone or in groups, they are hailed as an unprovoked existence.

Because behind them is the most powerful sand bandit force in the entire desert, once they arouse their revenge, even if the Spanish garrison enters the desert, they will not want to go out alive, let alone caravans.

"Robbery!" The caravan's reaction was completely as expected by Xia Zuo. He repeated the words just now in a cold tone.

The mercenaries were all nervous. They were not afraid of the boy in front of them, but the Celsa people who might be ambushing around them. Judging from the cunning character of the Celsa people, the boy's words "no adults" just now were not credible.

Amuti waved his hand to the caravan, signaling them not to be impulsive, then slowly climbed off the camel, squeezed out a smile on his face, and walked to Xia Zuo, who had his body hidden in his robe.

"This is ten gold. The money passed by this time and the goods voucher. Take a look at it, little hero!" Amuti smiled and bowed to the boy, and said as he took out a purse and a dirty rag from his arms.

Xia Zuogan's little hand, who was so thin that he was almost skinny, took two things, and put the purse in his arms without even looking at it, and threw the rag back to Amuti without looking at it.

"You can go when I climbed over that dune." Xia Zuo's robbery process was extremely quick. He took the money and threw it back to his certificate and turned around and left. He also heard the voice of his children's voice in the caravan.

The caravan looked at the thin figure and slowly walked towards the sand dunes in the distance.

This robbery was undoubtedly successful. A thin boy of twelve or thirty years old robbed a caravan with thirty elite mercenaries without a conflict. It was a very strange situation, but those who knew the desert all recognized the occurrence of such strange things.

"Uncle Amiti, he is the disgusting Celsa man? Why did you give him the money like this?"

"Hey! You're walking in the desert for the first time, you don't understand, you'll save money from disaster..."

The wind and sand were rolling, and the sound of the girl talking to the old man came into Xia Zuo's ears. He heard the disgusting Celsa people's comments, but as if he had not heard it, he walked out of a distance and ran away. He quickly climbed over the dune far from the caravan, lay down and slid down the slope, took off his hat and exposed his wheat-colored face, and then lay on the ground and stopped moving.

Xia Zuo.

The full name is Charzo Windsor Miatovic, the young patriarch of the Celsa people. His mother is the infamous Audrey, and his father is a foreigner, so his appearance is not as good as the Celsa people.

Celsa people have brown and black hair, mostly gray eyes, and light black skin, while Charzo's skin is whiter, with flax-colored hair and blue eyes, which looks more like a European Caucasian.

Today, Xia Zuo was very irritable because he didn't like robbing. His biggest wish was to go out of the desert and see the world outside the desert. The sooner the better. He was very anxious. An event that happened a few years ago made him full of curiosity about the world outside.

At that time, Xia Zuo was eight years old and was in danger of his life when he went out with a hundred tribesmen. The danger did not come from the caravan, and the caravan did not dare to resist. It was in a valley. The Celsa people and the caravan were surrounded by fierce sand cats all over the mountains. The names of the sand cats included cats, but their size was like a lion on the grassland.

Neither the caravan nor the fearless Celsa people were the opponents of the group of wild sand cats. At the critical moment, gunfire sounded in the valley. With just one gunshot and a bullet, they pierced through and killed the nine most majestic wild sand cats standing everywhere, including Elvis. The group of wild sand cats scattered, and Xia Zuo escaped.

A gunshot? A bullet?

That's right!

That bullet can turn!

The person who shot did not appear. Xia Zuo didn't know who he was, but this was the deepest memory of Xia Zuo's life in just over ten years, no doubt about it.

Later he asked his mother Audrey why bullets could turn?

Audrey told him that the passerby who saved him and the caravan should be the "Mukaz Gunner" among the fighting pros, and at least the strength of a big fighter or above, to shoot bullets that can turn continuously.

Fighting professions, since two thousand years ago, a group of guys who are collectively called fighting professions have appeared in this world. Some of them are extremely powerful, some can call the wind and rain, and some have iron bodies that are invincible. There are many types of fighting professions, including the West Swordsman, the East Swordsman, the Wizard, the Illusionist, the Shield Slayer, the Satan Prisoner, the Fallen Nun, the Ascetic, the Mukaz Gunner, the Barbarian Hunter, etc., a total of nine factions and ninety-nine fighting professions, they formed the fighting alliance.

And the Fighting Alliance is the real controller of this world.

According to legend, the most powerful fighter is called the throne. Each of them has the ability to split mountains and even destroy the world. Even the most powerful Armored Dragon King in the Patagonian Desert is not their opponent. Xia Zuo had the honor to see the Armored Dragon King once, and his body was faintly visible in the sandstorm. It made him tremble until now. Therefore, he could no longer imagine how a small human could compete with a behemoth like Armored Dragon King? This has far exceeded Xia Zuo's thinking limit.

From then on, Shazzo wanted to go to the world outside the desert to see, although he also had fighting professionals around him, such as his mother Audrey, and some powerful people in the clan.

Audrey traveled through this world when she was young, and saw the flowers and flowers flourishing and decay before returning to the desert to take over as patriarch. Xia Zuo wanted to travel around the world like his mother. It is said that there were still wars outside, but Xia Zuo, who was very adventurous, was afraid. Staying with Audrey did not allow Xia Zuo to understand how wonderful this world is. He wanted to leave and travel around the world, rather than being a robber here for the rest of his life.

Even so, Xia Zuo does not like the robber business, but as the young patriarch, he at least has to act like a robber.

He was about to turn thirteen. According to the ancient tradition of the Celsa people, men became adults at the age of thirteen. In the few months before adulthood, the Celsa people who were about to become adults had to go out alone and succeed as a ceremony of adulthood.

This is why Xia Zuo is irritable and distressed. It is not that he has brought people to rob, but in the past, a group of people under his command came forward to rob, and he just watched from the side. But this time, he couldn't escape and had to complete the robbery alone. Therefore, Xia Zuo's robbery process was so fast. He just wanted to leave earlier and then calm himself down.

Lying on the sand, the scorching light shone on Xia Zuo. Xia Zuo looked up at the sky, his little face frowned slightly.

Suddenly, Xia Zuo heard a messy shouting sound from the sand dune. He ejected from the ground and rolled to the top of the sand dune. He looked in the direction where the sound came. His eyes slowly narrowed and his fists clenched.

On the sandy ground in the distance, a group of sand bandits with hundreds of people stopped a caravan and made chaotic screams, as if to shock the caravan.

Xia Zuo felt angry. The reason for his anger was not because he didn't like robbery. His tribe members were the ones who finished the meal, so he did. So although he didn't like it very much, he was not unacceptable.

What made him angry was that the hundreds of sand bandits had opened their way into the robbery territory of the Selessa people. This was robbing the jobs of the Selessa people, which were intolerable to all the Selessa people.

That's right, the caravan they were going to rob was the one that Xia Zuo had just robbed!

Xia Zuo lay on the sand dune and watched from a distance. It could be seen that the caravan had not walked too far and was stopped by the sand bandits who suddenly rushed in. The owner of the caravan was negotiating with the leader of the sand bandit. Of course, he still lost money and avoided disasters, but the process was not smooth. The sand bandits seemed to want to rob the goods.
Chapter completed!