I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means-Chapter 886 - 540 Slaughter_2
"Is there anything special?"
Lis glanced at Blais and asked with curiosity.
Blais, worthy of being the leader of this caravan, seemed to have sensed something amiss, quite keen.
And he came back with people so quickly, he’s really perceptive!
"Lord Lis, these people being chased by the desert bandits are a wandering tribe from the Sand Clan, they used to settle in a small oasis not far ahead of us."
"They were suddenly attacked by this group of desert bandits today, and the strongest people in their tribe were only Silver Rank Professionals, who were directly slaughtered without any chance to resist."
"Why were they attacked by this group of desert bandits?"
Lis looked at Blais, nodded, and asked.
The Sand Clan, although it sounds like something special, is actually just a general term for those wandering in the desert.
If not under dire circumstances, with weak strength, who would want to wander in the Western Desert?
After all, the environment is so harsh, and living a life where survival is uncertain is not something ordinary people can endure.
As Blais said, they wander around the desert, similar to a mobile caravan.
If they find a small oasis, the Sand Clan would stop for a rest.
But small oases in the desert do not last long like Felik Oasis, so if the oasis disappears, they have to continue wandering.
That said, the Sand Clan people are not wealthy, so why would they become targets for these desert bandits?
"Not sure."
Blais shook his head and then said:
"But it looks like their purpose was not to rob money."
"It seems their goal was to kill..."
Lis nodded, understanding Blais’s meaning.
If these people were really after wealth, attacking and defeating this Sand Clan camp would be enough.
After all, the tribe’s wealth is generally not carried with them but stored securely within the tribe.
In the case of Sand Clan being completely devastated, it’s nearly impossible to carry away the wealth properly, most of it would be left in the tribe.
Desert bandits usually chase a bit after a successful raid and then hurry to gather wealth and escape into the desert.
Even if someone wants revenge, how could they accurately find them in the vast desert?
Furthermore, a desperate rabbit bites back; forcing scattered people to the limit could very well result in being bitten back.
Not worth it.
But the current situation does not align with the habits of desert bandits.
Lis inspected the surrounding desert bandits; regardless of their attire or appearance, there was no difference from those desert bandits he had seen in his previous life.
It should not be someone using this to hide their identity...
Lis contemplated for a moment and said to Blais:
"Take your men and eliminate all the remaining desert bandits."
The other desert bandits had no value; capturing the Golden Rank leader to interrogate would suffice.
"Understood."
Blais nodded, showing no sign of objection on his face.
There’s a difference between Gold and Gold.
Blais felt that Lis could crush him with one hand; better to respectfully comply with such a strong one.
Moreover, Lis was not someone unreasonable; he even enjoyed doing such things.
Furthermore. With Taya "holding up" those two Golden Rank desert bandits, the remaining bandits were no match for Blais.
It’s unfortunate for them.
If they met Blais’s caravan, facing a two-on-one, Blais might also have to flee.
But now, Blais’s caravan had two big shots sitting in it; this group of desert bandits had hit a brick wall.
While Lis exchanged words with Blais, Taya’s battle was also nearing its conclusion.
In that fierce battle, Taya was like a blooming fiery rose, her figure agile, her movements fierce.
Facing the "siege" of two Golden Rank warriors, she showed no fear, her black longsword in hand emanating a chilling gleam like the scythe of the Death God.
With her outstanding strength and superb swordsmanship, Taya had driven both opponents to the brink.
Although extremely furious, Taya was very composed now; a calm light flickered in her eyes, as if each slash contained endless power.
Kicking one of the Golden Rank warriors, causing the two to collide, Taya raised her longsword high with her right hand, the tip aimed at the sky.
With a thunderous roar, the black longsword descended instantly, carrying a dark glimmer and overwhelming momentum towards the enemy.
The Golden Rank warrior who had just steadied himself after being kicked by Taya stood in horror, watching the attack coming at him.
He tried to struggle to break free, feeling an unknown force suddenly exerting from his back.
How could it be?
He was shocked, seeing his friend behind him push him fiercely, a grim expression trying to use force to escape danger.
Betrayed me?
The furious gaze of the Golden Rank warrior seemed to want to devour this brotherly companion, but it was already too late.
"Ah!"
In the moment of life and death, he exploded with all his strength, his long spear meeting the descending longsword.
But reality proved he had overthought.
Just like a hot knife through butter, the Golden Rank warrior and the long spear in his hand were cleaved in half by the longsword, blood spurted out, dyeing the yellow sand red.
The other bandit was in sheer terror; witnessing Taya’s strike, he knew he couldn’t withstand it.
He would die!
Instinctively backstabbing his companion, he tried to evade the lethal strike, but it was ultimately a step too slow.
Taya’s longsword hadn’t lost its force, the bandit tried escaping with all his might, but his right forearm was still severed, falling to the ground with a dull sound.
He wailed in pain, eyes filled with fear and despair.
"Wait!"
"Spare me, I’ll tell you everything..."
Lis saw this, ready to step in and take this one alive.
After all, he had some questions to ask.
Just then, the face of the bandit who lost an arm stiffened, looking down in disbelief.
A blood-colored sword tip had pierced through his chest, blood gushing out, soaking his white clothes.
"You..."
The bandit wanted to say something more, but the blood-colored longsword in his chest slightly quivered.
This Golden Rank bandit was engulfed in black flames, turning into ashes momentarily.
At the same time, all the desert bandits present showed expressions of horror, turning to flee but were pierced by blood-colored long spears emerging from the desert ground, losing any vitality shortly after.
In the blink of an eye, all the desert bandits were dead, not one was left.
Lis looked at the position of the bandit who lost an arm moments ago, a contemplative look in his eyes.
On the blood-soaked sandy dunes, an imposing female warrior stood.
She wore black full-body armor, the armor glittered with a cold light as if it could devour everything. She held a blood-colored longsword, the blade drenched in blood, emitting a strong bloody scent that instilled fear.
On the battlefield, she was like a cold War God, no one dared to approach lightly.
Stabbing her longsword into the sandy dune, the female warrior removed her helmet, revealing another demeanor.
Her face was exquisite with an imposing aura, her short black hair elegantly swaying in the wind, adding to her unruly charm.
Though not as stunning as Taya, she was enough to leave a lasting impression.
Especially the cold, murderous aura around her, extremely eye-catching.
Lis looked at the emblem on her armor chest, quickly understanding her identity.
It was an emblem of five hands holding curved swords, forming a circle, blood-red in color.
In the wind, it added more unruly charm to her.
Though she wasn’t as breathtaking as Taya, she was definitely memorable.
Especially the cold, murderous air around her, extremely eye-catching.
Lis looked at the emblem on her armor chest, quickly understanding her identity.
It was an emblem of five hands holding curved swords, forming a circle, blood-red in color.
In the wind, it added more unruly charm to her.
Though she wasn’t as breathtaking as Taya, she was definitely memorable.
Especially the cold, murderous air around her, extremely eye-catching.
Lis looked at the emblem on her armor chest, quickly understanding her identity.
It was an emblem of five hands holding curved swords, forming a circle, blood-red in color.
