Crown of Dunes Chapter 292

The horn was blown.

A dull and long voice is transmitted in this desert.

This is Kevin’s order. The cavalrymen who have been lined up neatly under the action of the long horn sound, and the horseshoes burst into the flat desert.

Rolf personally led 120 Sarande riders, clutching the scimitar, his face solemn.

The 220 lightly dressed desert robbers have already rushed out, like sparrows flying in the sky, and more like wolves scattered around and waiting for opportunities.