By the time these Dile people started to realize how foolish they had been, their numbers had already dwindled to fewer than two hundred.
Once fleeing had become the only option, the Dile people no longer had any hesitation.
The Desert People's exquisite riding techniques and their desire to escape turned the surviving Dile Archers into performers of a camel-riding show. They were no longer concerned about what the supervisory team might do to them; their only belief was to escape!
An arrow, radiating a glowing mix of ice and fire, whistled sharply as it flew through a camel, striking a Dile man hiding in its Kick. The camel, in pain, gave a massive leap, flinging the unfortunate soul who had been holding onto the leather reins into the sky.
A serpentine arrow followed, striking directly into the gaping mouth of the still-screaming misfortunate.
All the priests, generals, and His Highness Kahn had their eyes fixed on Nedved and Xiao Cui.
