Why did you mess up the copy again?

It can be seen that Zhuwen has a very pessimistic attitude towards the current situation.

"I'll just say it, I'll just say it. There are dangers everywhere in this desert, and it's impossible to have everything under control."

"Now, those sand thieves will not let us go. Not only do they want to rob us of all our belongings, they also want to drink our blood and eat our flesh."

The old demon's heart almost stopped beating. If he had some friendship with the sand pirates he had encountered before, he might be able to find a way to be accommodating. But now these guys occupying the yellow sand ruins are strangers, and they don't even know who they are. Where did it come from.

"You guys wait a minute while I negotiate with them."

Zhu Wen sighed and walked forward alone.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several arrows penetrated into the yellow sand in front of him, with strong force and speed as meteors.

The three arrows were neatly arranged in a row. It was obviously not that they were not accurate enough, but that they were intentional.

Zhu Wen did not dare to go any further and stopped and shouted: "Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, please spare your life! We are just passing by!"

One of the sand bandits rode on his mount and shouted: "Come forward."

The rest of the demon clan didn't say anything, and it seemed that this was the leader.

"Your Majesty, we are from the Xiaozhu Village ethnic group in the south. We are passing through the precious land. We have no intention of disturbing you. If there is any offense, please don't blame me. I will stay away quickly. I hope your Majesty will show you your noble hand." Zhu Wen said humbly.

The bandit leader looked condescendingly at the old demon who didn't dare to look sideways at Hammerhead, and said coldly: "I know about the Three-legged Clan."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wen felt happy and secretly thought that maybe he could find a way to get close to each other, and maybe there would be a turning point.

The other party raised his whip and pointed at Huangsha Ancient City and asked, "Do you know how many evil ghosts there are in the city and how powerful they are?"

Zhu Wen did not dare to be negligent and quickly replied: "I know, I know. In the past, the thirty armored soldiers of the Sharon tribe were unparalleled in bravery, and they were all entrenched among them, Your Majesty."

Before he could say the follow-up compliment, the other party said first: "The souls of the Sharon clan have been wiped out, and no one in my tribe was harmed. How do you compare with me?"

Zhu Wen seized the opportunity and boasted: "The king is so powerful that I can't wait for the king to do anything."

However, the leader of the sand bandits was not happy. Instead, he suddenly changed the topic: "That's right. People like us still dare not talk about reviving the desert. What are your Zhuzu tribe's abilities?"

"A group of people who don't know what they can do. Little do they know that many wealthy families in the north can only retreat sadly. How can you have such ability?"

Zhu Wen's face froze and he couldn't help but raise his head. He saw many sand bandits behind him with playful smiles on their faces.

"Yes, your Majesty is right." However, he still chose to swallow his anger.

The leader of the sand bandits said: "If you know the truth, I can give you a way to survive."

Zhu Wen was overjoyed, lowered his head again, and said rather flatteringly: "Please make it clear, Your Majesty."

The sand bandit said: "Hand over all the belongings you have brought."

When Zhu Wen heard this, he immediately felt a lot more relaxed. If he met this group of thugs, he would definitely lose money. If he could save his life, it would be considered a profit.

However, what he said next was unacceptable to him.

"Also, lead the way and take me to find your tribe. In this way, you will be spared."

Zhu Wen suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with light, as if he wanted to pierce the other person with his eyes.

"What, you don't want to?"

The leader of the sand bandits touched the scimitar in his hand in a sinister manner, and the other sand bandits took the reins and took a step forward, showing their awe-inspiring intentions.

Zhu Wen's hands were trembling, and he couldn't help but think that it would be great if he could escape during the day and stay away from the place of right and wrong.

If he can go back alive, he must persuade Zhuqu to move as soon as possible so that the clan members can go south to avoid disaster and not stay in this place of death where only bandits are left.

But there are no ifs in the world.

He is a demon who is greedy for life and afraid of death. He always likes to make safe choices in his life. Only twice did he go against his true intention and choose a dangerous approach.

For the first time, he took the initiative to replace Zhuqu with his old body to prevent the tribe from losing its mainstay in its prime.

And the second time is now.

He raised his fists and assumed the boxing stance he had learned when he was young.

He is afraid of death, but if anyone wants to use him to threaten his tribe, then he is not afraid.

There were no heroic words, nor did he plead again.

If there is anything that can express his feelings, it can only be given to the blood that will be splashed on the sand.

When Zhu Wen expressed his attitude, the sand bandits had already taken action. At the same time, three demon clans of different shapes rushed into the place where he struck a sword.

The cultivation level of these sand pirates was much higher than that of the old three-legged monster, but the usually obedient old man was no longer meek. Although he knew that his movements could not keep up with the opponent, he still punched hard.

This punch contained his lifelong cultivation, full of energy, and the demonic power on the edge of the fist was stirring.

But after all, he was not a person with extraordinary talents and profound cultivation. Compared with the three scimitars that were slashed at him at the same time, this punch was like a firefly to a bright moon.

Indeed, he couldn't even defeat the undead in Huangsha Ancient City, so how could he be compared with these sand bandits who had wiped out the undead?

choke!

The scimitar slashed down, but did not penetrate the flesh. Instead, they made the sound of gold and iron clashing, because they did not hit the old three-legged demon, but were blocked by a big black umbrella.

Li Rui grabbed Zhu Wen, used the Thunderbolt to retreat a hundred meters, and then stood in front of him.

"Do you know why I didn't blame you when you escaped during the day? Because I admire you for sacrificing yourself for the sake of your tribe."

Li Rui seemed not to notice the charging Sand Pirate Cavalry, and even looked back at Zhu Wen, who was confused.

"But let me tell you, there is no need for you to think like this. I brought you into the desert of Nuanyang Prefecture, and I will definitely take you out intact."

Uh-huh.

He turned into a burst of fine thunder and disappeared from the place, and then appeared among the sand bandits. He raised his hand and cast a big fire bell spell.

Zhu Wen watched in horror as those demonic sand bandits were reduced to ashes in the fire. He felt two forces fighting. This was the first time in his life that he had seen such a terrifying spell.

South Zhang Yezhou, Yangfeng Mountain.

This is the general headquarters of the Polar Alliance, but at this moment, a group of people from the Western Kingdom went up the mountain along the mountain road.

The most strange thing is that the leader among these people is Ulysses. As the commander-in-chief of the hostile forces, he actually came here in person.

However, on this trip, he did not have the capable men like Hopkins with him, and only brought some ordinary entourage. If the Polar Alliance had the intention, they could easily kill him.

The reason why he came with such a low profile was because his purpose was to seek peace.

After being led to a villa on the mountain, Archbishop Leslie, the talker of the Polar Alliance, finally showed up to greet him.

"Ulysses, old friend, we haven't seen each other for several years."

His smile was so sincere that one couldn't help but suspect that he really had a close relationship with the commander-in-chief of the Western Kingdom across from him.

In fact, however, they had only met once at an international public meeting a few years ago.

Ulysses behaved very calmly. After shaking hands and greetings, he got down to business as soon as he sat down.

"The Dragon Kingdom is too powerful now, we must join forces."