The man on the camel was only sixteen or seventeen years old from his face, but he was tall, holding a reins with one hand and a thin sword with the other. His clothes were covered with undried blood, and he fled in a hurry.

Ortega felt that he must have pronounced the wrong word today while praying, otherwise how could he be so unlucky?

He originally wanted to pass through the vast desert with more than a dozen guards, but he did not expect to encounter the sand bandits. Ortega, who thought his guards were very powerful, refused to hand over his property. After a battle, he had to start running for life because his guards were dead, and the sand bandits were more fierce than he thought.

"Run!" Ortega shouted to Xia Zuo. Xia Zuo stood still, as if he was frightened.

The shouts of sand bandits were already faintly heard from afar.

Xia Zuo still stood there without moving. No one knew the desert better than him. He knew that he could not escape. Sooner or later, the sand bandits would see him, so it would be better not to run.

"What's wrong with you? God is up, run! Come up!" Ortega got closer and closer to Xia Zuo. Seeing that Xia Zuo was still moving, he shouted and turned slightly, pulling the reins with his sword-holding hand, and stretched out his other hand.

He wanted Lasha to join the camel.

Xia Zuo was surprised. The camel was not running fast, and it would be even more difficult to escape if he brought him with him. Xia Zuo didn't understand this kind of act of helping strangers in critical moments because he had never experienced it.

The man gradually ran closer. Xia Zuo thought for a while, reached out and grabbed Ortega's hand, and turned over to the camel.

Ortega continued to escape with Xia Zuo. The sand bandits had appeared, with nearly a hundred people, some riding camels, and some riding horses. The sand bandits on horseback quickly approached the escaped camels, and gradually surrounded the camels in a big circle.

"What else do you want? You have given the money, and you have all killed people!" Ortega shouted nervously, constantly changing the direction of the camel, trying to find a gap to escape.

The sand bandits had surrounded him, and he had no chance at all.

"Boy, the person who hurt us wants to leave like this? Stay behind!" The leader of the bandit with a scar on his face shouted fiercely, staring at Ortega, who has a tender skin and tender flesh, and suddenly smiled strangely, slowing down his tone: "Or... if you go back with us, we promise to treat you well!"

"Hahaha!" The bandits burst into laughter, obviously they all understood the meaning of the bandit leader.

"You sluts, I, Ortega, judge your death in the name of the western swordsman!" Ortega turned over and jumped off the camel, walked to the camel and crossed his sword and his chest, shouting righteously.

As Ortega said, a misty light lit up on his left arm, and quickly condensed into a palm-sized arm shield. This was an arm shield, a symbol of the trainee fighter, but... the shield had just condensed, but it immediately broke again. Ortega's face turned red, and the arm shield condensed again, but the light shield kept flashing, looking very unstable.

Obviously, Ortega is a Swordsman who has just become a trainee fighting man and has no stability in his realm.

The name of the Swordsman is indeed very frightening. His peak person has the ability to split mountains and cut mountains, but a person who cannot even solidify the light shield of the fighting profession, can't be called a real fighting profession at all.

In the primary realm of the Swordsman, his advantage is only the light shield. As for the power of the attack moves, there is no difference between the ordinary warriors. If there is no light shield, only when he reaches the second level of the fighting profession, the professional fighting man will have an essential difference with the ordinary warriors after he has the "fighting skills".

In other words, Ortega's current strength may not be even as strong as ordinary mature warriors. It is completely a fool. Desert robbers have grown up from repeated battles. Although Ortega is barely considered a fighting pro, he can only be killed when he fights.

"Hahaha..." The robbers laughed again. They had just seen Ortega's strength and knew very well what kind of guy he was.

"Hahaha... I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and beg me, I won't kill you!" The leader of the sand bandit laughed and lowered his face, pointed to the ground and said in a gloomy manner. He just said he would not kill, but did not say he would not arrest anyone. Everyone could hear this.

There were more and more sand bandits, and the camel-riding sand bandits also chased after them, and completely surrounded Ortega.

Ortega's face turned red and retreated. He didn't dare to rush forward. That was equivalent to seeking death. He looked at the many sand bandits with nervous eyes, slowly retreated to the side of the camel, tilted his head and whispered: "Fighting up in a while, you run first, the camel will give you it. I don't seem to be able to leave today!"

Ortega didn't know if he was really kind or stupid. He couldn't even save his life, but he was still in the mood to care about Xia Zuo's life or death.

Xia Zuo was sitting on the camel, he was still hesitating whether to care about this matter. He was a sand bandit the day before, so he couldn't start destroying the business of other sand bandits today. They did not invade the territory of the Celsa people. But now, as Ortega once again worried about the safety of the stranger Xia Zuo, Xia Zuo no longer hesitated.

"Boy, don't be fooled, no one of you can escape!" The leader of the sand bandit seemed to hear Ortega's words and immediately shouted. For him, multiple kalpas are the same.

"Cough!" Xia Zuo on the camel suddenly coughed. Under the gaze of the sand bandits and Ortega, he turned over and fell down the camel. Regardless of Ortega's obstruction, he walked to the sand in front of the camel, took off his hat first, glared at the leader of the sand bandit, and then... he knelt on the sand bandit with a "plop".

"Heroes, please let us go. Please, we have no money. We know we are wrong. We will never dare again. Please..." Xia Zuo kept slapping the ground with his hands, and his body kept bowing to the leader of the sand bandit and begging.

Seeing Xia Zuo's appearance, the bandit felt cold and cold sweat broke out on their necks. They could no longer figure out which one Mr. Bai was singing.

The body of the bandit leader shook and almost fell off the horse. If the Celsa people knew that their young patriarch had kneeled for him, it would be better to commit suicide earlier to avoid damaging his family.

"White..." The leader of the sofa wanted to call Xia Zuo.

"Please! We really know we were wrong, let us go!" Xia Zuo suddenly raised his begging voice, and when he stood up again, he glanced at the leader of the bandit with a very "vicious" look.

The leader of the sand bandit understood at once. Xia Zuo wanted to save the unqualified Swordsman, but he did not want to reveal his identity.

"Okay! OK! Hahaha, you know what you know, let's go!" The leader of the sand bandit smiled with a pale face, said in a strange tone, shouted at the other sand bandits, and whipped away.

The gangsters left whirlly, running very fast, with a faint sense of escaping from the panic.

"Thank you all the heroes!" Xia Zuo shouted again to the bandits who were leaving, stood up and swept the sand on his legs, and sighed slightly.

He knew that these sand bandits must have been frightened. Xia Zuo swore that he had never intended it. The sand bandit leader was smart. Unfortunately, he probably went to the Celsa tribe to apologize, and he didn't know what would happen.

"Hmph! Coward!" Ortega's cold snorkeling sound came from behind Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo turned around and saw Ortega looking at him with a bad expression. Compared to him before, it seemed that he had changed. Obviously, Ortega disdained Xia Zuo's kneeling and begging for mercy. If he were afraid, he would rather die in battle than surrender.

"I...I am still a child!" Xia Zuo's face turned red and he defended that among the Celsa people, he was already an adult, but in the outside world, he was really a child. Although the legal ages for adults in different countries are different, except for some special small countries and regions, other countries do not have adults at the age of thirteen, at least sixteen, at most eighteen or even twenty-one.

The legal age for mainstream adults recognized by the world is eighteen years old, and Xia Zuo is only thirteen years old. Although he is tall enough, he is very thin, giving people a feeling of being smaller. He is still far from "adult".

In fact, it is because of Xia Zuo that Ortega saved him. If Xia Zuo was an adult with a tiger back and a bear waist, Ortega really didn't dare to pull him on the camel, so he still had this kind of defense.

"Hey... Forget it, what's your name?" Ortegaben was very angry, but after Xia Zuo said something, he sighed and showed a smile on his face. He knew that he shouldn't be so angry with the "children". As he spoke, he walked up to Xia Zuo and touched Xia Zuo's head.

The skin on Xia Zuo's face leaped. No one had dared to touch his head for a long time except for his parents and sister, but since he wanted to pretend, he would pretend to be the end. He turned around and twitched his nose twice, pretending to be crying, and walked forward without saying anything.

"Hey, wait, what's your name? Where are you going?" Ortega shouted.

Xia Zuo did not reply and continued to walk forward. He knew that Ortega would catch up. Sure enough, after a sound, Ortega led the camel to catch up with Xia Zuo and asked again: "What's wrong with you?" He was very concerned. He was nearly 1.75 meters tall, so he needed to lower his head to speak to Xia Zuo, who was only tall at his chest.

"It's nothing!" Xia Zuo walked down, pretending to be childish, and said silently.

"What's your name?" Ortega asked again, looking like he was concerned about this strange encounter.

"Xiazo, your name is Ortega, right?" Xiazo raised his head and looked at Ortega and asked back.

"Yes, Ortega, I'm glad to see you!" Ortega stretched out his hand to Xia Zuo, and Xia Zuo raised his hand and shook it lightly and let it go.

"What happened just now was that I was wrong. I shouldn't scold you. No matter what, you saved me. I want you to apologize. I'm sorry!" Ortega said. He could feel that he had received a good education, kindness, and a sense of justice, but he was a little stubborn and did not understand the principle that a real man could bend and stretch.

"I'm fine! Thank you!" Xia Zuo said with a forced smile at Ortega. Ortega would be the first real outsider he met this time, and he didn't want to stay frozen.

"But... the sand bandits really deserve to die. They are all despicable and shameless cowards, sinister and disgusting miscellaneous. If they weren't for the large number of people, I wouldn't have run away!" Ortega changed his voice and began to curse the sand bandits.

The flesh on Xia Zuo's face jumped again.
Chapter completed!