The huge bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the bright moonlight is softly scattered on the desert, reflecting the stars in the sky, making people dazzled and swayed.
Under this dreamlike scenery, a crisis is coming quietly.
His consciousness moved slightly, Lingchu wrapped his wind-shielding cloak tightly, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the endless galaxy, his snow-white ears were filled with faint spiritual power, and a subtle flowing sound came.
Although this movement was submerged in the quicksand, it could not escape the consciousness of the foundation-building monks.
Lingchu withdrew his gaze, and his consciousness circled around the camp, confirming that the voice hidden under the quicksand could be heard from all sides, as if it was trying to surround everyone in the camp.
outflank!
The monsters in the Northern Wilderness actually know tactics!
Lingchu narrowed his eyes and suddenly turned to look at Sacrifice Sha Heng who was stretching out his hands for warmth. His lips didn't move, but a sound came into Sacrifice Sha Heng's ears.
"It seems that something is surrounding us, hiding under the quicksand."
Different from the hoarse voice that Lingchu forced to speak, the voice transmitted by his spiritual consciousness was soft and gentle, making Priest Desha Heng slightly startled.
Priest Sha Heng knew that this was the art of sound transmission, an extremely practical spell, but he did not know it. He had seen and understood it in the upper clan, but as a non-upper clan member, he wanted to learn it. This spell requires a considerable price to pay.
Later, he still failed to learn.
Apart from himself, the only person present was the seriously injured girl who was a monk.
Therefore, Priest Sha Heng was stunned for less than a moment, and then looked at the girl opposite who had wrapped herself tightly, with only one head exposed, and met the girl's clear eyes.
The next moment, Priest Sha Heng muttered words, his hands touched the sand, and a faint, weak spiritual power spread out from Priest Sha Heng's hands.
Within a few breaths, Priest Sha Heng's expression changed, and he immediately stood up with his sleeves rolled up. He formed a seal with his hands, and a blazing fireball emerged from his hands and was thrown into the sky.
When the fireball flew into the air, it exploded suddenly, like a blooming firework, lighting up the entire camp.
"There is a monster!"
The first person to react was Ge Luo, a two-meter-tall tall man who was sitting next to Sacrifice Sha Heng. He suddenly stood up, with blood surging in his body. In an instant, the blood in his body was like boiling flames, and his exposed body was exposed. A faint layer of fire appeared on his skin, and his whole body was like a red-hot iron, evaporating the surrounding air.
The rest of the Chishui tribe's reaction speed was not slow. Almost as soon as the flames illuminated the entire camp, they stood up one by one, with serious expressions, ready for battle, and organized in an orderly manner, holding their backs in one direction.
At the same time, fire appeared on almost everyone's body, but it was not as powerful as Gro's. Most of them had faint flames lingering on their hands or legs.
While the flames illuminated the entire camp in the air, the sound of quicksand around them suddenly became quiet. The next moment, countless slender figures emerged from under the quicksand and attacked everyone at extremely fast speeds.
The fire where Lingchu was located was in the center of the camp, so even though there were many slender monsters shooting towards him, it was still peaceful here.
However, Gro had already rushed out like a ball of red flames. He raised his big hand into the air and a slender figure fell into his hand.
Almost instantly, the slender figure that fell into Gro's hands was burned into a small fire ball by the flames that burst out from Gro's body without making any movement.
Perhaps the flames on Gro's body were not powerful enough, or perhaps the slender figure had tenacious vitality. Even if it was wrapped in flames, the slender figure was still struggling and hissing.
The place where the confrontation occurred was naturally not limited to Ge Luo. Almost all the Chishui tribesmen on the periphery were fighting against this densely packed slender figure.
From time to time, several slender figures were pulled out of the air by hands covered in firelight, stained with firelight, and thrown to the ground to struggle.
It was precisely in this way that under the light of the fire, the unfazed Aluo leaned closely against Lingchu, holding a dagger taken out of his sheepskin boots, and saw clearly the monsters attacking the camp.
He exclaimed, "Quatted Serpent!"
Feathered Serpent?
It's quite vivid.
Lingchu's eyes were naturally nourished by spiritual power. Compared with ordinary people, his vision at night was much better. Although it could not be said that at night it was as good as during the day, but he could still see extremely clearly.
Naturally, he saw the appearance of the monster attacking the camp earlier than A Luo.
Most of the feathered snakes are slender, no more than a finger in thickness and less than half a meter in length. They have no scales on their bodies and only have red snake skin. They look very delicate, but also a little weird.
The most peculiar thing is that less than an inch below the snake's head, there is a pair of flesh-colored wings the size of fingernails. If you didn't look closely, you would think it was just a sarcoma or fleshy crown of the snake.
However, this feathered snake, relying on its small fleshy wings, was like red lines of fire, jumping up from the quicksand very quickly and attacking everyone.
"I unexpectedly encountered a feathered snake. Although the feathered snake has no scales, its red skin is the most resistant to fire. Moreover, the feathered snake likes to attack in groups. I'm afraid it might be a bit troublesome." Although Aluo's eyebrows were anxious, he looked at it. He came out and was not very worried, "But fortunately, the feathered snake is just a little more difficult to deal with. It is not very poisonous, but it will cause some paralysis."
After thinking about it, A Luo added, "Sister Ah Chu, don't be afraid, I will protect you. Snakes, insects, scorpions and centipedes are the most common in the Northern Wasteland, so don't be afraid."
Lingchu blinked his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little funny when he heard A Luo, a mortal girl, saying that he wanted to protect himself.
We don’t know who is protecting whom.
Although she seemed a little weak now, if they really wanted to fight, everyone present together would not be able to defeat Lingchu.
However, Lingchu still understood A Luo's kindness.
"Okay, please help A Luo protect me." Lingchu smiled, his eyes narrowed, his mouth slightly opened, and his hoarse voice came out intermittently.
Although Lingchu's voice was not pleasant, A Luo still smiled happily and rolled his eyes.
Under the tightly wrapped cloak, the glazed green lotus fire quietly ran out of Lingchu's body and dived into the soft sand.
Glazed Green Lotus Fire's intelligence is not strong, only that of a one or two-year-old child, but she completes her master's instructions in a meticulous manner and strives to be meticulous.
It hid under the sand and silently circled around the camp. Wherever it passed, any feathered snake that fell on the ground was still struggling in the fire. The next second, it turned into a A black lump of coke.
Glazed Green Lotus Fire carefully used only a trace of flame to burn those little snakes, because the master said to keep a low profile.
Therefore, Glazed Green Lotus Fire is extremely cautious.
After all the feathered snakes that fell on the ground were burned to death, the glazed green lotus fire waited quietly for the next batch of feathered snakes that were knocked down.
The master also said not to expose your body.
