When the young man took advantage of the opportunity to open the chain and leave the bonfire, his friends did not have any abnormalities. Even the officer in charge of supervising a little further away just took a casual look and turned around.

Even if he wants to escape, where can he run? There are endless deserts around him, and the nearest oasis is dozens of days away. And those oasis, even those experienced and well-equipped travelers, are not sure that they will be found.

The hot day, the cold night, and the ruthless reality of lack of water and food, even if he can escape from this cruel army, he cannot escape from the more cruel and sinister desert.

This is true. Ten minutes later, the young man returned to his original position and sat by the campfire to roast the fire. Maybe he was just urinating and defecating.

On the bonfire, the snake that was cut into small pieces and inserted into small wooden sticks was still roasting. The snake meat sizzled in the fire, slowly changing its color. Although there was no seasoning, it was already a rare delicacy for this group of people. Everyone didn't say a word and looked at the barbecued meat on the bonfire.

The officer seemed to feel that there was no need to supervise like this, and stood up and walked towards another camp. Although he was wearing wool gloves, he was still frozen by the cold air at the desert night and kept urging his hands with his breath.

After confirming that the officer was gone, someone finally broke the silence.

"Tomorrow...I heard from someone today that we will arrive at Kalean's control tomorrow..."

The speaker whispered in an uneasy tone. Under the fire, he could be seen as a bald, thick man with huge chest muscles that stretched the simple leather armor on his body to the limit. But when he spoke, his face showed deep fear.

"The Undead Legion must be waiting for us there... We can't survive tomorrow."

"Immortal Legion, have you ever seen the Immortal Legion? Tell you that there is nothing to be afraid of in those skeletons." An old man with gray hair scolded. His hand gently stroked a gesture to indicate that everyone had ears across the wall. The kingdom's whistle detectives have always been famous for their strong hearing and stealth ability. Who knows if there is one hidden nearby?

Moreover, even if they knew they would die tomorrow, what could they do? All drinking water and food were in the hands of the officers. Even if they collectively raged and eventually escaped successfully, they would just die of thirst and starved to death in the desert. Compared with this long and tormenting way of death, every knife and shot on the battlefield was really cute.

"But how can we fight those dead? Those are made of bones. Maybe they can be broken with a war hammer, but how about our spears..."

"Tell you, those skeletons are actually maintained by black magic. The reason they can act is because black magic replaces their long-lost body to play a connection role. But an arrow or a knife can disrupt these magical energy that plays a connection role. So we just need to treat them like ordinary humans. The same goes for those zombies. The reason they can move is entirely because of the black magic energy, and any attack can disrupt the black magic. What is really scary is not those skeletons, zombies, etc., and even spirit binding, there are magicians to deal with... The really scary thing is vampires." The old man explained.

"Head, how did you know?" I don't know who asked.

"I used to be from the Church of True God...the Holy Knight..." the old man replied faintly.

This sentence caused a slight sigh. People pay more attention to this old man in their hearts. In fact, since this group of people gathered together, most of them didn't even know each other's names, but they unknowingly regarded this old man as the leader of the team. His demeanor and ability have been recognized by everyone.

For example, this small midnight snack on their bonfire. Not everyone has the ability to recognize a poisonous snake of the same color as the sand and capture it naked and turn it into a midnight snack.

"But I am a death row prisoner like you now." The old man turned his head and looked at the young man. "Scar, how about it?"

The person named "Scar" was the young man who had left before. It is obvious that Scar could never be his real name. But the old man never pursued the real name of his team member. He just called others the most obvious characteristics, such as Scar, bald or left-handed. Others called him also "old man" or simply "head".

Scar has a burly figure and a pair of gray eyes. He shook his head and clearly expressed his meaning.

There is no gap, and the defense there is very good, so it is completely impossible to escape by seizing supplies at night.

The old man's eyes dimmed a little, but he immediately cheered up again and grabbed the snake meat in front of him.

"Listen to everyone, we are just some sinners. Victory and glory have nothing to do with us, so we must remember tomorrow that all we need is to live. No matter what, no matter how victory or defeat, we must let ourselves live."

"Also, everyone remember that if we encounter a real vampire, no matter what the appearance looks like, we must not fight hard. If we can't get close, we won't get close, and if we can't get close, we won't get close."

While the criminal soldiers began to chew snake meat, in another camp far away from here, two men in dresses were enjoying a hearty meal at a large table. Two beautiful girls served at the dining table, pouring glasses of wine after glass.

Sitting in the upper position was a fat man with luxurious clothes and bloated figure. His body was covered with broken bones, while the one opposite him was of medium size, simple and polite. He ate almost nothing except for a casual sip of wine. The two were about 40 or 50 years old, but their words and deeds were very different. The former was frivolous, while the latter was old-fashioned.

"I have fully understood the arrangements of the church." The fat man burped. "In other words, for the church, this victory or defeat is second, and the experiment to test the effect of the holy water is more important."

"That's true, so I hope the general doesn't have to fight for a moment and waste his precious combat power on this meaningless battle."

The fat man's head was shaking like a rattle.

"This statement is wrong. I am ordered by the emperor to command the army to attack Kaleyan. Although the church has its own plan, the order received by me is clear, that is, to attack the vampire army and destroy them as much as possible."

"With that being said, the general commander was just the vanguard of Kalean this time. The vampire's strong combat power cannot be ignored."

"Since the Holy Knights don't want to participate in the battle, then just stay in the rear to fight tomorrow. Although the outcome doesn't matter, if you can win, it should be a better choice."

"Since the general has made such a decision, we can only obey the order."

Seeing the other party leave the tent, the fat man drank a glass of wine in one sip and let out a disdainful hum.

"What kind of Holy Knights, the elite among the elite, I think they are just a group of cowards. Tomorrow, they will only arrive at the periphery of Kalean. Even if they encounter Kalean's undead legion, they will only be just a mere garrison. Even if it is really a large army, what is there to be afraid of with those skeletons and zombies? Use sin soldiers to resist in the front and bombard the rear with cannons. As long as the sin soldiers fight with the skeletons and suffer both losses, victory will not be at your fingertips..."

The heavy heat waves reflect the sunshine. Kalean is a secret country, lurking on the other side of the desert. This desert is a model in the desert. The boundless space and sand look endless, white and very dazzling.

The criminal soldiers trekked hard in the sand, and a messy cloak was all their sunshade equipment. They had dozens of people and a chain tied to their waists to prevent them from escaping. The officers riding war horses kept running by the criminal soldiers' team.

Of course, this is purely unnecessary. The heat, the heat and the damn sand have already cut off their chances of escaping. Even if they want to escape, where can they run?

Scar held his spear and followed the team forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Fortunately, as long as the water continues to water, the heat of the desert will not pose a fatal threat. The biggest trouble is that the journey is far beyond expectations, and most of them have already worn big holes in their boots.

"Don't be too nervous. The sunlight has a strong inhibitory effect on the black magic, so the Immortal Legion will never go to war with us at noon. If it is too hot, you can take off the leather armor and put it..."

A whip from the officer fell on the old man's head, leaving a dazzling blood mark on his head.

"Shut up, if you dare to shake the morale of the army, I will kill you immediately!"

Scar turned his head and looked at the officer, his eyes nakedly revealing hatred.

"Don't you accept it? You death row prisoners, look at me again and I will immediately dig out your eyes!"

The old man grabbed Scar's hair and pressed his head down. The officer left in disappointment.

"Boy, don't cause trouble, you will kill everyone... I'm fine. This level is nothing to me. Live. If you think it's not worth dying like this, then live. There is always hope. As long as you don't abandon your destiny, fate will not abandon you."

The two of them got closer. Because of the moment, no one in the entire team spoke loudly anymore, only the wind from the desert blew in his ears.

"You have good strength, kid, it seems you have practiced... Have you been a knight before?"

Scar glanced at the old man without answering.

"I can tell at a glance. But a young knight will become a death row prisoner... It's rare. Unless you know something like me that you shouldn't know... Well, what's hanging there?"

There seemed to be something hanging around Scar's neck. The old man pulled open Scar's collar and saw a pendant hanging on a rough copper chain. But it was not a metal pendant, but a stone-like red stone with a dragon-shaped shape engraved in the middle. The pendant had been worn seriously. Perhaps it was this thing that was completely worthless and was preserved on a death row prisoner.
Chapter completed!