"Sand Draw Gang..." Nathers rubbed the name in his mouth, but remembered nothing.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. Just a big guy with no brains, just remember it in the next life." The second-in-command Raz Bloody Whisper was still giggling for a second, but suddenly changed his face the next second, and the bone spur in his hand whipped violently, attacking the unprepared Nathers.

The bone spur whip wrapped around Nathers' neck firmly, and then the end of it turned into a deadly bone spur collar.

"Come on, go to the dead! See what you will do?!" The second-in-commander Raz excitedly pulled the whip, imagining that the bone spurs would pierce the captain's neck because of tightening. If the captain did not want to be penetrated by the artery, he could not resist his drag, and would eventually be dragged to Shahu and bitten down!

They are used to calling the hostages captured by the dead, because the dead will eventually become the food for the sand tiger if nothing unexpected happens. The fear of watching the prisoners resist the death is their vicious pleasure.

I saw the big man in front of me, who was shrouded in a robe, holding the whip with a hand wrapped like a leper. Before Raz could laugh, an accident happened.

"It's over! I'm going to die in the mouth of my mount!" This thought flashed through Raz Bloodbeard's mind.

He had never met someone who was not afraid of being pierced by his palm and dared to hold the bone spur whip, nor did he see someone with such great strength. He was caught off guard and pulled off the sand tiger with the whip!

And his landing point happened to be in front of his mount Kehesu's mouth.

You should know that these bloodthirsty guys are not picky about food. No matter what they are in front of them, they are walking dead with fleas all over their bodies or riders feeding them every day. As long as they send a living person to their mouths, no matter who they are, they will be bitten!

But the severe pain of crushing the skeleton as I imagined did not come, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, extremely quiet.

Raz raised his head and found that Hesu had not eaten anyone by nature, but instead put his belly on the ground, his eyes turned pale, and he showed weakness, and even the roar of his throat disappeared.

Not only Hesu, but other sand tigers...even Makara, who had three heads, also lay on the ground. This was a scene that Raz would never dare to imagine in his dreams.

He noticed that some of them suddenly fell down, and his unbelievable eyes were all concentrated in one direction. Raz forgot the pain of falling, turned his head to look, and his breathing suddenly hit his throat.

There are no gods walking on the yellow sand, only people and monsters... Raz has always thought so.

But now, he is very wrong, fundamentally outrageous.

The tall figure in front of me who needed to look up to tear off the bone whip, and also removed the robe that covered her body, revealing her terrifying true appearance.

It walks upright like a human, but it is more like a majestic obsidian sculpture.

He was covered with golden armor that had experienced vicissitudes of life and was wearing a vocational belt with Shurima heraldry on his chest and shoulders.

The bright eyes emitted gazes from ancient times, as if they could see through people's thoughts.

Neatly arranged canine teeth cast sharp reflections on the sand.

The jackal-like mouth and nose were hanging down, sniffing the breath of fear.

Raz knew this creature. He had seen this wall sculpture on the wall of the Shade Temple, and had also heard people whispering his name in various parts of the oasis. The wandering man who claimed to be able to communicate with the spirits of his ancestors had told the deeds of this god more than once, and his words were filled with fanatical worship of its wisdom.

Just now, Raz said arrogantly that this god is brainless, and he is afraid that he is the real idiot who says such words.

"The Desert Master..."

"Nethers..."

The power of the gods was as powerful as the mountain pressing the top of the mountain. The Shamen Drawing Gang sighed in horror and bowed his head in front of God.

"If you meet my brother..." Nathers narrowed his eyes and waved his cane.

When Raz heard this, his face turned pale. He knew very well what kind of cruel god Nathers' brother was, because the pattern of this crocodile god was engraved on the side of his spear tip blade.

Seeing Nathers picking up his cane and hitting him, Raz didn't dare to dodge at all. He was hit by the blow and fell to the side. He rolled on the sand for several times before he stopped.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and several of his ribs were broken, but he forced himself to get up immediately and thanked Nethers for not killing. Because he knew that suddenly it was Rekton, he had been bitten in half now.

"Who is the leader among you?" After clearing the obstacles in front of you, Nathers took a step forward, shocking the sand tigers to crawl back with their tails shaking.

The Vastaya seemed angry at the fear of the three sand tigers beneath her. She took off her sand tiger scale shield from her saddle, jumped down to Nethers, and faced him with all eyes.

"I am Sussace, the leader hunter of the Sha Drawing Gang. I dare to hurt my blood, don't want to survive?"

The arrogant tone of the visitor made Nathers narrow his eyes, and no one dared to speak to him in this tone.

"Even if I want to die, it's not your turn to make a decision. What's more, I have found the target for death now..." Nathers's eyes passed by him, looked around, and no one dared to breathe wherever he looked.

"A group of bloodthirsty and cruel warriors enjoy bullying the weak. Although they have a lot of bad records, they still have the opportunity to wash away their sins with the blood of the enemy on the battlefield."

Everyone except Susses was listening attentively, and Nathus continued: "Shurima is about to recover, and now surrender to Emperor Azer, you can join the army to fight all directions with the revival of the dynasty. Do not violate God's will, otherwise the purge of the sand bandits by the army of ascensioners will begin with you!"

There was only Shahu's humble breathing on the field, and no one dared to object, and almost agreed to Nathers' order.

It was not until here that Kahn understood what Nathers was trying to do.

According to his opinion, this group of evil thieves were not to be cherished. But the Grand Secretary did not follow the common sense and showed extraordinary generosity. It turned out that he wanted to recruit these robbers.

He was really devoted to the work of Dothus. He was already helping recruit troops before he saw the emperor.

But things didn't seem to be so easy. Kahn noticed that the foreign Vastaya lacked respect for God than those of them who grew up in Shurima. Her tiger eyes were looking up and down at Nathus's figure, searching for weaknesses and key points with the hunter's eyes.

"Jackal!" Sussace gritted his teeth: "You want to steal my man in just a few words?"

"Even you," Nathers warned: "You should be honored that your mount has been requisitioned."

"You think beautifully!" Sussace roared, turned sideways, raised the reflex machete over his right shoulder, and spread his shield to block it.
Chapter completed!