The appearance of the Sand people is different from that of ordinary people, but they have grown up in arid desert areas all year round, so the skin on their faces and bodies is full of rough and cracked marks, which looks a bit scary, but they are not prone to war.
Peaceful race.
"It was the elders of the Sand Clan who asked me to rescue you. Let's not talk about the rest." Guan Heng glanced at the middle-aged Sand Clan man in front of him. He opened the lock of the cell door three times and then twice, and then helped them.
The handcuffs and shackles were removed.
"If you want to get out, you'd better get more than a dozen sets of patrolman's clothes." Guan Heng looked at the emaciated and haggard sand people with bloody faces in front of him, and then dragged the defeated patrolman into the cell.
Stuffed into the straw where the prisoners slept.
"Benefactor, I know how to get the clothes of the black-armored patrolman."
A thin man from the Sand tribe suddenly said: "This stone demon fortress was originally where we, the Sand tribe, lived. Although the demon tribe robbers occupied and renovated this place, many rooms inside have remained unchanged. I know that they placed
The clothing warehouse is on the fifth floor."
"Great, without further ado, we'll be there right away."
Guan Heng saw that several people from the Sand Tribe were seriously injured and had difficulty walking, so he threw them a bottle of powerful recovery agent extracted from ambergris, which was the masterpiece of Mrs. Django. Guan Heng said: "Injured
Everyone can take a small sip and recover quickly."
At this moment, it was lunch time for all members of the Phantom Dragon Legion, so there was no one in the corridor. Guan Heng quickly led thirteen Sand tribe prisoners into the warehouse on the fifth floor. Within a few minutes, everyone
They each put on the equipment of a black-armored demon warrior, and everything was ready.
"Well..." At this moment, Guan Heng thought for a while and said, "If I want to take you out safely, I may need to pass through the main entrance of the fortress... That may be a bit dangerous."
"No, no, Mr. Guan Heng, we can escape without going through the main entrance." After introducing himself just now, Guan Heng knew that the person speaking was the older "Ke Song".
At this time, Kesong said: "This stone demon fortress is a huge project that our sand tribe has taken hundreds of years to complete. In addition to the floors on the surface, there are also underground passages extending in all directions, which are prepared to transfer tribesmen when foreign enemies invade.
use."
Guan Heng listened alertly at this time and noticed that there was no unusual movement outside the warehouse. He asked: "So, you know how to lead to the secret passage outside the Stone Demon Fortress, right?"
"Yes, the secret passage not only allows us to escape from the fortress, but also leads to the woods outside the Grand Canyon, but the secret passage is located on the first floor," Kesong said at this time: "So we still have to take a little risk,
Go to your room on the first floor."
"That's no problem." Guan Heng said: "I will be responsible for sending you safely to the first floor. Remember, if you encounter someone who blocks you for questioning, don't panic. I will handle everything."
The thirteen Sha tribe members nodded in agreement, and Guan Heng immediately led them out of the warehouse door and walked straight to the stairs leading to the first floor. Along the way, although there were patrols who looked at Guan Heng and his party with doubts,
Several people glanced at him, but they were all intimidated by Guan Heng's jailer's attire and did not dare to say anything, so everyone came to the first floor without any danger.
Just when all the Sand people finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the room with the secret passage on the first floor, a cold voice suddenly came from the other side of the corridor: "Wait, there are so many of you together.
Action, where do you want to go?”
Hearing the emphatic tone of this man's words, Guan Heng suddenly frowned: "This man's voice sounds familiar... By the way, he is the adjutant who talked to the interrogator in the corridor before!"
At this moment, these dozen Sha tribesmen also recognized the adjutant's voice. They were very familiar with this guy. This Kohan's right-hand man had personally massacred dozens of Sha tribesmen, even the old, young, women, and children.
At this time, Kesong, a middle-aged man from the Sha tribe next to Guan Heng, clenched his fists loudly because he had two brothers who died in the hands of the adjutant. Now Kesong wanted to turn around and pounce on the demon adjutant and kill him with his own hands.
He wanted to tear him apart to avenge his relatives, but he didn't dare to do this because there were still a dozen brothers around him who were not out of danger.
As soon as his eyes rolled, Guan Heng suddenly came to his mind. He gently patted Kesong on the shoulder, asking him to calm down his angry mood as much as possible.
Then, Guan Heng walked up to the adjutant and said with a flattering tone: "Who I thought it was, it turned out to be the adjutant. That's what happened. The interrogator finally found out about Black Stone from the mouth of that old guy from the Sand Clan.
I heard that there is a lot of storage in the mezzanine of the front room, so I asked a few people to move things. Do you want to go and take a look with us? "
The adjutant originally saw the suspicious behavior of Guan Heng and the Sha clan people, so he came over to investigate. Unexpectedly, Guan Heng's words were not loud, but they were like a heavy bomb exploding in the adjutant's mind.
At this moment, the adjutant suddenly felt that his breathing was quickening. You must know that the "Black Stone of the Sand Tribe" is one of the props that Kohan and the Phantom Dragon Legion are trying their best to get. How can he not be tempted?
Regardless of the authenticity of Guan Heng's words, the adjutant couldn't wait to growl: "Where is the thing? Take me there immediately."
"It's in this room, please, adjutant." Guan Heng saw the opportunity and noticed that there was no one else following the adjutant, so he immediately opened the door and led the adjutant in. Then, thirteen people from the Sha tribe dressed up
The black-armored warriors filed in, and Kesong closed the door tightly.
"Where is the Black Stone of the Sand Clan hidden?" At this time, the adjutant looked around in the room, but Guan Heng sneered slightly: "I'm sorry, there is no Black Stone of the Sand Clan here, but there are fourteen people who want your life.
Death is here."
"What did you say?!" The adjutant was shocked to realize that something was wrong, but at this moment, thirteen furious Sand tribesmen rushed forward, covered his mouth, held his head, and then held down the adjutant's limbs.
The kid was pinned to the floor.
"Here." Guan Heng casually took out a short blade and handed it to Kesong in front of him: "Let's be more agile. We won't have time to cut this bastard into pieces today."
"Thank you, my benefactor, for your help." Kesong thought he had shed all his tears before, but when he took the short blade, tears welled up again.
The next moment, thirteen people from the Sha tribe, starting with the oldest Kesong, each struck the adjutant's heart and other vital points with several knives. The one whose hands were stained with the blood of old women and children of the Sha tribe
The cold-blooded butcher finally died with his eyes filled with horror.
——[Third update, good afternoon everyone, Lao Sha continues to ask for subscriptions and monthly votes↖(^^)↗]——(To be continued.)