There are countless saplings, and they will really be able to fly sooner.
More than forty giant vultures were galloping at the same time, the momentum was so great that it almost flattened the entire outskirts.
Xiao's reaction speed was much faster than that of the cavalry, and they turned into beast shapes in the blink of an eye.
The three ferocious beasts ran wildly, and their speed was no less than that of a vulture with two wings. Because it was too fast, the muscles in his body were even deformed by the wind.
"Ahh—" There was another scream at the end, but it stopped abruptly without any accident.
Everyone didn't even have time to look back, they just wanted to hurry up! Hurry up!
The cries for help came to a close from a little distance behind.
Kevin could even feel sand rubbing against his back, and he clamped the vulture's abdomen suddenly, making the vulture a little faster.
"Hurry up!" Oswald's voice was almost blown away by the wind.
This reminder was not superfluous at all. Kevin was knocked so hard that he could hardly touch the vulture's back. If he was faster, he might be thrown out.
At the critical moment, no one had the time to be mean. Without further ado, Kevin wrapped his left arm around Oswald's strong waist, held the dagger tightly in his right hand, and turned his head to look.
"Are you fucking desperate! Where's your right hand?!" Oswald roared.
Kevin couldn't care less about telling him to shut up, because he found that there were less than ten people left in the original forty people, and the twisted sand snake was still chasing after him.
Because the speed was too fast and the frequency of ups and downs was too high, Kevin couldn't even see who the rest of the people were, but he could only vaguely hear Mio's roar blown to pieces by the wind: "Damn it, I'm not with these bastards!! !"
With just this one sentence, the Sand Ghost melted three more people and horses, and stuck behind Kevin in the blink of an eye...
While Oswald was pulling the rein tightly, he was also distracted by looking behind him, so as not to throw Kevin out directly.
But soon, he heard the sound of sand rubbing close to him, as if he wanted to swallow Kevin, straight to his back.
"Kevin!" Oswald didn't even have time to shout four words, and called his name directly.
He vaguely felt the body of the person behind him stiffen, God knows that at that moment, his scalp almost twitched.
Not sure if it was the proximity of death or something else.
He didn't even care about the danger, and couldn't help turning his head to look over.
From his angle, he could only see the small half of Kevin's body. The sand ghost had already stuck up, and seemed to be enveloping Kevin's body. At least his right hand had been submerged in sand.
Oswald's breath was stagnant, and an indescribable feeling seized all his thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes blurred, and the sand ghost suddenly changed its entity in the air, and it was a blow when it raised its hand.
Oswald only felt a sudden pain in the back of his head, and his eyes were completely dark.
Chapter 9
The Northern Emerald Country stands in the ice and snow almost all the year round, bordering the endless Xisar Ice Field to the north and the mighty and dangerous Kela River to the south. Wangcheng Feiling is located in the north of the center. It is cold and dry. Even in May, you can breathe into clouds when you walk outside.
Because there are several frozen veins under the city, the temperature of the ground is lower than that of the ground, and it is still humid.
The dungeon with the worst environment in the Northern Emerald Country was built in this kind of place, next to the Frozen Vein, not as good as a beast.
Kevin crossed his long legs and sat on the uneven ground in a very comfortable posture, leaning against the cold stone wall of the dungeon, looking down at his right hand.
In this dungeon, apart from a few holes on the roof that are smaller than a fist, there is no place to connect with the outside world. There are very few wall lamps in the corridor, and the flames are not strong at all, which seems to be hanging for the last time.
Under the dim light, Kevin's right hand looked even more terrifying...
If that can be called a hand.
The whole flesh stopped abruptly at the wrist, and under the bloody wound was the white bones, even the white bones were not whole, half of the metacarpal bone was missing, only two phalanges were intact, and the remaining part was more than a dog gnawed Not as good.
Tsk, it's ugly.
Kevin looked down for a while, and laughed at himself: But at least there are a few bones.
You must know that a few minutes ago, there was not even half of the metacarpal that the dog gnawed on.
A skinny mouse suddenly drilled out of the stone crevice in the corner. Its hard hair brushed against Kevin's blood-dripping wound, and the taste was sour and wonderful.
Kevin took a silent breath, glanced at the mouse, flexibly moved his fingers, and flicked it a few steps away.
Just