alien army

Chapter 465 Unification of the Sand Clan
The sunset in the desert is the most beautiful moment for Isana.

The setting sun, like blood, slowly sinks westward on the golden horizon, like an old man in his twilight, silently telling the vicissitudes and magnificence of the years.

At this moment, the shadows of swords and swords dimmed, and the holy land shrouded in the setting sun was solemn and quiet.But people are not in the mood to enjoy the beauty of the evening.

Everyone held their breath and watched nervously the cavalrymen who suddenly appeared in the Holy Land, those tall figures could be faintly seen in the flames and red light.

The sudden change in the holy land, which has been peaceful and peaceful for thousands of years, cannot but make the Sha people feel anxious and worried.And those strange knights who appear out of thin air are even more frightening.

Naya's brows were deeply furrowed, her eyes fixed on the Holy Land, and she carefully observed the team that was indistinguishable from friend and foe.The holy land shrouded in the setting sun and red light looked like an ancient battlefield, and it was the cavalry that suddenly appeared that galloped across it.The great desert at dusk was originally like a huge furnace, and every grain of sand exuded a scorching heat wave, but with their appearance, a burst of cold and gloomy came quietly, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, and doubts were born again in her heart.You know, what is in the distance is not ice, but a group of galloping flames!
There was no sound of horseshoes, no shouts, and the cavalry galloped silently.

"It's amazing!" Naya sighed secretly.

A peerless knife does not need to be stained with blood, as soon as the knife is out of the sheath, people can see its sharpness.A real elite soldier does not need to step on the battlefield, you can feel its unique temperament as soon as they stand in front of you.Naya felt that the army in front of her was a frozen murderous blade, cold and bloodthirsty.The red light and raging flames are not scary. Using magic can completely create the scene in front of you. What really puts pressure on Naya is the soaring murderous aura and stormy sea-like power brought about by their galloping.Facing such an army, Naya lost the confidence to win for the first time.

Isana, who was standing next to her, looked at the Holy Land quietly, with an uncertain expression on her face.

"Oh my god, they're not human!" Long Ling'er, who had been observing the knight attentively, suddenly covered her mouth and let out an exclamation.

"What?" Naya turned around, looked at Long Ling'er, and asked in surprise.

"Sister Naya, they are undead!" Long Ling'er pointed to the distance and said excitedly, "Look at their eyes, there are two small flames! This is the biggest characteristic of undead!"

"Undead?" Naya asked puzzled.She turned her head and looked as far as she could, but she couldn't see the faces of the knights clearly, let alone the flames in their eyes.

Long Ling'er nodded sharply: "Yes. I saw that they are necromancers, simply put, they are the living dead. These people are all dead people, but they were resurrected by magic and became tools in the hands of the manipulator. No wonder I felt a powerful wave of magic from the very beginning! Oh my god, there are still guys who know this kind of magic hidden in this place!"

"Dead spirits...dead people...tools..." Long Ling'er's words struck Naya's heart like a bolt of lightning, and a burst of heart-piercing pain struck without warning.A terrible scene suddenly appeared in her mind: the broken bodies of the soldiers were piled up like a mountain, and the blood flowed into a river under the hill.Suddenly, the mountain of corpses moved, and skeletons struggled to get up from it, and then rushed towards her...

"No!" Naya shook her head in pain, trying her best to get that scene out of her mind.The bloody scene is not scary, what is scary is that she faintly feels that those skeletons were once very important people in her life.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Long Ling'er stepped forward and asked anxiously.

Naya took a deep breath and shook her head sadly.

"Aren't they just some undead, why are you so frightened?" Long Ling'er muttered in a low voice, turning her eyes to Isana.

Naya also looked over.She felt that perhaps only Isana, the leader of the Baisha tribe, understood what happened to the Holy Land.

Isana's face was pale, and her expression was extremely tense.Naya even noticed that her hand holding the hilt of the sword was shaking slightly.

"Isana." Naya rode to her side and patted her shoulder lightly.

"There is no war in the Holy Land of the Sand Clan. Maybe we really angered our ancestors!" Isana finally came back to her senses and said in fear.

"We haven't stepped into the Holy Land yet." Naya smiled, "And the battle is over. But these knights..."

"They may be the guardians of the legendary Holy Land." Isana sighed softly, "There can be no wars in the Holy Land. This is a rule passed down from generation to generation by the Sand Clan. My father once told me that the Holy Land is the place where the Sand Clan was born. , There has been a mysterious force guarding it for thousands of years, and it must not be desecrated, otherwise it must be punished by this guardian force. Maybe, I really shouldn't..."

"No one likes war." Naya shook her head and comforted, "Isana, everything you have done is to end the civil strife and disputes of the Sand tribe and win long-term peace for the tribe. If you have spirits, you definitely don't want to see their descendants live in division and war. Besides, you are not the one who started this war!"

"But……"

Naya interrupted her: "Even if there is a real fault, I will help you to bear it! After all, I have been planning and directing this war behind the scenes!"

Naya's tone was firm and steady, even a little proud.

Long Ling'er said loudly: "Count me in too!"

The way she looked at Naya was full of the fanaticism of an ignorant girl for an idol.

"What kind of monster is hiding inside? Miss Ben will find you out later to have a look!" She cast her eyes on the Holy Land, and her heart couldn't help itching.

"Sister Naya, you underestimate Isana!" Isana smiled awkwardly, and her expression slowly returned to normal, "Everyone in the Great Desert knows that the people who threw the desert storm were me and You, and we fight together forever."

After speaking, she turned to an officer behind her.

"All ready for battle!"

Concentrating on the changes in the Holy Land, they seemed to have forgotten that there were Rosan and Delo who had just escaped from death not far away, and their cavalry team.

However, Luo Sang and his men are very honest.

After the long sword in his hand was suddenly knocked down, Luo Sang was in a state of complete petrification.He was alive, but he could not unify the Sha tribe and achieve heroic deeds. Instead, he became a sinner of the nation. He wanted to die, but the long sword was shot down just before it wiped his throat.What fell to the ground along with the long sword was his wish for his final redemption and national unity.

"No, I, Luosang, will never live in humiliation!" The pride and bloodiness of the man in the desert drove Luosang to bend down and pick up the long sword on the ground.

With a sound of "铛", Elder De Luo beside him suddenly made a move and shot down his long sword again.

"The Flame Knight, it's the Flame Knight! My God, the legend is actually true!" Delo grabbed his hand as if possessed, and pointed the other hand at the knight in the distance, yelling frantically.

"Elder De Luo..." Luo Sang gave De Luo a bitter look.The latter's frantic eyes and almost crazy expression made him suspect that this loyal elder who watched him grow up must have gone crazy under a series of blows.

"Patriarch, look!" Delo shook his hand vigorously, shouting hoarsely.

Luo Sang looked in the direction of his finger, and the knight in the distance quickly attracted his attention like a magnet.

"What are those, elder? Could it be that something happened to the Holy Land?" He suddenly turned his head and asked nervously and anxiously.It should be said that even though he provoked the war and brought great disasters to the Sha people, the hot blood belonging to the people still flows in his bones, and the Holy Land is still a very sacred place in his heart.

"They saved us, Patriarch! Oh my God, the Sha Clan is saved!" Wrinkles on the skinny face trembled with excitement, and the once gray eyes were washed clear and bright by two lines of muddy tears .

"Elder De Luo, tell me what happened!" Luo Sang asked sharply.

"It's too late, stop them first!"

Delo suddenly pulled him up and galloped forward.

Not far in front of them, the Baisha cavalry had already begun to change formation, and the soldiers also put their weapons in their hands, waiting for the knights to emerge from the Holy Land.Although the holy land is sacred and inviolable, as soldiers, they know that military orders are above all else on the battlefield.

"Patriarch Isana, ask your people to put down their weapons! They are the legendary Flame Knights, the guardian force of the holy land, and will not harm the people of the Sand Clan!" A majestic and vigorous old man's voice echoed in the empty desert .

Isana and Naya couldn't help turning around when they heard the sound.Luosang and Delo are galloping towards them.

"Rosan, take out your patriarch's token and give it to the Isana tribe. The civil war of the Sand tribe is over!" The two stopped in front of the formation, and Delo said majestically to Luosang beside him.

Delo's voice awakened Luosang's childhood memories.

"Elder, if you kept treating me like this, maybe I wouldn't be where I am today!" He sighed softly in his heart, raised his hand and took out a golden scepter from his pocket.The body of the staff is carved with complex and simple patterns, and there is a small concave hole at the top of the staff.

"Chief Isana, I entrust the future of the Heisha people to you!" Luosang came to Isana, knelt down, and raised the scepter in his hand above his head.

Isana never forgot why her father gave her the name.But during the days when the Heisha tribe was strong, she and her tribe could only struggle to survive until they met Naya.With successive victories in the war, her mood is getting better and better, and her dream of unifying the Sand Clan has gradually become a reality.

However, looking at the man in tattered battle armor with bloodshot eyes, she hesitated.No one knows the man in the desert better than her, and no one knows this former enemy better than her.A man has gold under his knees. For a man who values ​​honor more than his life, at this moment, what he abandons is not only power and status, but also a man's dignity and dreams.

What allowed him to do this was the nation he carried on his back!He gave up everything and asked for a promise from her!
The former enemy lowered Gao Gao's head, but put Qian Jun's burden on the shoulders of a weak woman like her.Not only did she not have the joy of victory in her heart, but she also had a kind of unsolvable worry.

And the Luosang in front of her actually made her feel a little heartache.Because in essence, what she and he are going to do is the same thing, but he has chosen a wrong way.

"Don't hesitate, Patriarch Isana! The Flame Knight only obeys Isana's smile!" Looking at Luosang, Delo couldn't help but feel sore in his heart, but time has no room for them to hesitate anymore, because the Flame Knight has already appeared After entering the Holy Land, getting closer and closer to everyone.

Isana got off the horse, took the scepter solemnly, and wanted to help Luosang up.But Luosang's whole body seemed to be rooted in the ground, motionless.

"Patriarch, you haven't agreed to Luosang's request." Luosang looked up at her and said earnestly.There was a strange look on his face, relaxed, relieved, and even more joyful.

"Sand and sand are always close to each other. What separates them is the human heart. Isana belongs to the sand people, and she also holds all the sand people in her heart."

Isana's crisp voice fell to the ground, and a burst of cheers and screams erupted among the soldiers of the two clans, and countless people shed tears of excitement.From this moment, the history of the split of the Sand Clan is over, and they are all witnesses and witnesses of this great moment.

Luo Sang smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Patriarch."

Isana said nothing.She lifted up her battle armor, took out a red bead from a brocade bag at her waist, and put it into the concave hole of the scepter.

Everyone stared at her intently.Such a small move is of great significance to the Sand people. It marks the strange return of power to the Sand people after several generations of civil wars when the two armies stood in front of the holy land. patriarch.The situation in the desert may change from this day on. The ancestors of the Holy Land should be able to get some comfort.

"It seems that the separation of the family was quite thorough!" Long Ling'er made a discordant voice.

There was a soft "click", and the red beads suddenly burst into brilliant light under the sunlight, which was "Isana's smile".

Isana, who was holding a scepter, also had a bright and moving smile on her face.

Luo Sang was about to get up when "Isana's smile" tapped his shoulder gently.

"In the name of the leader of the Sand Clan, I appoint Luo Sang as the commander of the Sand Clan army!" Isana's voice sounded again.

The sudden change made everyone look at each other, and even Luo Sang's body became stiff instantly.

Seeing such a scene, a gratified smile appeared on Delo's face.And there was a slight smile on the corner of Naya's mouth.No matter how strong a woman is, she also needs a man's shoulder to help her share the wind and rain of life.

"Patriarch..." Luosang, who had long been disheartened, seemed unwilling to accept Isana's appointment, and was eager to struggle to get up.

Isana couldn't help adding some strength to her hands, signaling him not to move.She believed that now that she had just taken over the position of patriarch, Luo Sang had to take care of her face no matter what.She knew better that if she missed this opportunity, it would be easier than going to heaven if she wanted to subdue this guy in front of her.

"Are you going to agree? You stinky man, do you know how to be sympathetic to women and jade? If you leave the burden to me, you'd be happy to be at ease? You hand over the black sand to me, and I hand over the sand army to you. Isn't that fair? If you don’t care, I will use the black sand as cannon fodder in the future! The desert will undergo greater changes in the future, and I don’t know what the fate of the Sand Clan will be like. If you want a man from the Sand Clan, just Stand up dignifiedly and hold up a piece of sky! Otherwise, I will never end with you...don't try to escape from my palm, you can't do it before, and you won't do it in the future!" An inaudible voice rang in my ear, accompanied by a burst of Ru Lan's daughter Xiang.The femininity and blatant threats in the words made Luosang feel dumbfounded.And the ambiguous taste in the meantime made his mind sway even more.

The old Isana who hated him to the bone disappeared, replaced by a bright and charming naughty girl.It turned out that under the cover of cold swords and guns, this woman actually had such a lovely side.

"Okay, I promise you! The first half of Luosang's life has been wasted in the sins of the civil war, and he will dedicate the rest of his life to my people and the beautiful Isana!"

A man stood with his head held high and made a solemn oath to all.Many years later, when he recalled the past and evaluated his behavior that day, he only said one sentence: "Grandma's impulse is the devil!"

"Whether it is dedicated to the desert Isana, or the beautiful Isana, this question is worthy of further study." Long Ling'er showed a mischievous smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)