How powerful is a once-in-a-century sandstorm? What is the extent of diffusion? Unbeknownst to the night, he could only spur the camel to run until even the camel, which had extraordinary endurance, felt collapsed.

When the camel stopped, Nightshade suddenly realized that he was less than a hundred kilometers away from the Kingdom of Antioch.

Go back?

It's just that just a few days have passed, and his pursuit order will never be revoked, and it is undoubtedly unrealistic to fight an entire kingdom alone, but if you don't go back, the Canaan region is still within the raging range of sandstorms, which will last for at least a hundred days, and Canaan and Antioch are separated by a large desert, and there is no place to replenish water.

Judging from Cangye's current physique, cutting off drinking water for more than ten days will be life-threatening.

The dilemma is exactly the current portrayal of the night.

……

Let's take a break for now.

came up with a solution that was not a solution, and the night was a temporary rest. Thanks to the skill of [Search], Cangye found a bush. This basic skill gets a hint of leveling up.

Don't worry about drinking water for now. In desert areas, as long as there are plants to grow, there must be water, and even the most drought-tolerant plants need water to grow. Extracting water from plants only requires a little skill.

The solar distiller is a more primitive method of taking water, digging a shallow pit, and then putting the roots of the plant in, and then putting it into a container with water, sealing it with plastic film, but putting a stone or some other heavy object in the center of the film, pressing it into a funnel shape, the sun exposure will heat up and accelerate the evaporation of water, and the water dripping into the container can be drunk.

Well, this method seems primitive enough to people in the interstellar age, but it is too advanced compared to the dark Middle Ages. The processing of plastic film is by no means a product of this era, but fortunately, Cangye knows a lot of things that can replace plastic film.

After fiddling with the device, Cangye dug another deep pit next to it, buried the camel, food, and water, and jumped down himself as a temporary shelter.

The desert has a large temperature difference between day and night, with extremely cold and hot temperatures alternating back and forth, and strong winds and sands, which is the only way to resist the strange climate change of the desert.

In the bushes, the night took refuge for three days.

And on the fourth day, something happened.

In the early morning, when the night lifted the carpet covering the hole, he suddenly found a group of ragged people holding containers full of water around the place where the solar distillers were set up.

There were seven of them, and their hair and eyes were the same as their own, and there were obvious red marks on their ankles.

With just a glance, Cangye knew the identity of this group of people, a group of oriental slaves who had escaped from their slave owners, looking at their blood-soaked clothes, and maybe took the lives of their slave owners when they escaped.

However, seeing the posture of this group of slaves, it must be that they have not drunk water for many days, which also shows that the escape of this group of people was accidental rather than planned in advance.

In the end, this group has the best chance of escaping from Antioch, which also means that it is no longer safe, and Antioch's pursuers may follow at any time.

While Cangye was thinking about it, a thin young man among the slaves noticed Cangye and cried out loudly.

"There's someone there."

The sharp voice is somewhat feminine, but the immaturity highlighted in it shows that the teenager has not yet left the period of voice change.

The slaves turned around in a panic, holding blades of various lengths in their hands, and when they saw the night, they were first alarmed, then joyful.

"Put ...... Call out the water and food! ”

The leader shouted in a half-baked Antioch language, and the others all looked vicious.

The six men, except for the boys, were all middle-aged men with strong builds, who were supposed to have escaped from a nearby mine.

Seeing that Cangye was indifferent, the leader was a little angry, and shouted and brandished his short knife and stabbed him.

Expressionlessly, the night drew his scimitar and easily cut off the man's head.

This move instantly knocked the remaining slaves back from the wolf to the lambs, and they fled in panic screaming in the Oriental language. Nights had no intention of letting anyone go.

In a few minutes, there were six more corpses on the ground, and the remaining young man held a rusty short knife in trembling hands, and cried out in horror:

"Don't ...... Don't come here, or ...... Otherwise, I'm not welcome to you! ”

Perhaps to show his determination, the boy waved his short knife indiscriminately, but the technique was so miserable that he almost scratched himself several times before he even touched the night.

Ignoring the clown-like behavior of the opponent jumping off the beam, the Night Scimitar swung out, cleanly and neatly knocked the opponent's short knife away, and instantly smashed one sleeve to pieces.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! ”

The boy's voice suddenly became sharper, and it sounded as if it were ...... It seems to be the voice that a girl should have.

Woman?

Night's determination would not be shaken by men and women, but then, Nightnight put away her scimitar.

"I can be your slave as an adult, as long as you spare my life, I ...... I'll do anything! ”

As she spoke, the girl lifted the messy hair that had been covering her face, revealing a delicate and immature face, the colorful paint had been washed away by tears, but she could still distinguish the face of an oriental girl.

"I'm still a virgin, and everyone around me thinks I'm a man, and no one can find out who I am, so if adults don't believe me, they can ...... Can check ......"

When the girl said this, her voice became lower and lower, as if she was a little embarrassed.

Cangye put away the knife, whether it was a virgin or not had no effect on him, Cangye did not have the boring reproductive impulse of ordinary humans, and the girl in front of him had the value of life.

Excellent makeup skills, makeup herself like a teenager, and slightly change her voice to achieve disguise, it seems that she also knows how to make makeup more perfect with the help of paint.

And this is helping to get out of the current predicament.

So, the girl gets a chance to live, and at the price of it, she must become a slave of the night, and teach her disguise skills without reservation.

A few hours later, a group of riders came to the bushes, dressed only in simple leather armor and with scimitars at their waists, each with a fierce expression.

These men were less like soldiers, more like thugs raised by some slave owner.

"There's someone there!"

One of the men with a meaty face raised his whip and pointed forward, and when they looked around, they saw a man walking slowly towards him with a camel and a little slave girl by his side.

The person who came was dressed as a noble wandering samurai, with two swords, one long and one short, pinned to his waist, and his appearance was handsome, his face may have been a little yellowish due to the long wandering, and his deep eye sockets were extremely sharp.

Not to mess with!

The deterrent power of 3 o'clock in the night is enough to make any villain dare not do anything to himself in the first place.

"This ...... Your Excellency, I wonder if you have seen a few Eastern slaves? ”

The leader had a jealous face on his face and asked the night politely.

"See, they tried to rob me, I killed them, and the body is there."

Cangye replied politely.

The little slave girl next to her had a somewhat cramped expression and looked at the night with obvious fear.

This small detail was bumped into by the little boss, and he nodded secretly in his heart.

This is the attitude of slaves towards slave owners.

Soon, he sent a man to check in the direction that the night was pointing.

It wasn't long before the assigned thug returned with a look of horror on his face, looking at the calm night as if he were looking at a demon.

"Old ...... Boss, the body is there, but ......"

Glancing at the night in fear, the thug whispered in the ear of the little leader.

After listening to the description of his subordinates, the leader's eyes looked at the night with obvious fear.

A madman! Not only were the slaves killed, but they were also divided into several pieces, which was completely demonic!

In fact, Nightshade dismantled the remaining six corpses, taking out parts from each corpse and assembling them into a new corpse, seven escaped slaves, and seven corpses, so as to dispel the suspicion of the group of slaves around them.