After taking out the map and re-determining the direction towards the setting sun, the team set off again.
Mo Bei felt that the combat effectiveness displayed by the previous four-man team did not match their equipment.
Perhaps their hunting activities in this desert have always been very smooth. When faced with a team of more than a dozen sand bandits, they can rely on continuous attacks and rapid retreat to completely defeat the opponent, so they are here. When they met Mo Bei and the others, they didn't think much about tactics at all. grab, grab, grab
Three-person teams are relatively rare, so when most people see a three-person team, their first reaction is not to think that these three people are strong enough to deal with the crisis in the experience, but to guess whether this team has just been fighting. The team lost one member and was a crippled team.
No wonder Mo Bei had captured their determined expressions in the monocular before.
How could they have expected that in this desert where bandits were rampant and the average combat power was relatively weak, a team with the ability to kill instantly would appear, and Milor was stunned by a preemptive attack.
Although Mo Bei and the other two easily killed the opponent's team and gained a lot, their mood at this time was not relaxed at all. Because they still have a long way to go, and they are also worried about the safety of other communication teams.
The Wizards Association would never send out only this small team to retaliate and intercept the bandits. Where the other teams were and what their strength was, Mo Bei's heart kept rising with violent emotions, like a hyena that was constantly being attacked. The provocative lion has nowhere to vent his anger.
In the next two days, he was extremely eager to meet other teams from the Wizarding Council, but he was never able to do so. These people seem to be very scattered in this desert. Unless their stronghold can be found, there is no way to actively kill them.
The second group of humans they encountered along the way was a group of sand bandits who appeared from the front right.
Every time Mo Bei saw them wandering in groups like this, he felt like he was seeing a group of gangsters who were not doing their job properly.
After all, the Wuzhishan Ax Gang has a promising career, but these guys are so miserable that they don't even have enough to eat.
What made him even more speechless was that as soon as this group of nearly thirty sand bandits discovered their traces, they surrounded them like wild dogs on the loose.
Mo Bei felt that these guys were probably members of the ethnic group they were going to, so he led the team to cut them up diagonally, beat them cleanly into salted fish all over the floor, and then asked:
"What are you doing in this area? Have you found any traces of members of the Wizarding Council?"
When all the salted fish on the ground heard this, they all turned their attention to their captain, and immediately isolated two of the salted fish, because they were the only two looking at each other, as if they wanted to know from each other's eyes the details of Mo Bei's three people, and their correctness. way of answering.
Mo Bei was almost used to the virtues of this group of people. He pointed at one of the two people and said:
"You tell me."
The man reluctantly sat up, took off his helmet, revealed a middle-aged face with a beard, and replied angrily:
"We are looking for the whereabouts of other teams in the clan around here. As for the members of the Wizard's Guild you mentioned, I don't know if they were the four-man team we met yesterday, but they were very fast and they ran away."
"Tell me more about the professions." Mo Bei didn't pay attention to his still resentful tone and only asked the key points.
"I saw a mad wolf and a crow, so there must be a druid. There should be an Amazon and a paladin. There is another one I didn't see clearly."
"That team should have been killed by us. Is there anyone else?"
Mo Bei wanted to take out the body and let them confirm it, but he thought about who would know him without his equipment, so he gave up.
"Then...that's gone." The bearded man shook his head.
"What's going on with your tribe?" Mo Bei continued to ask.
"Two teams have been out for more than a month and haven't returned to the camp yet. They all went out in the southeast direction, so we wanted to go to other ethnic groups to inquire and see if anyone had met them."
"They were probably killed by members of the Wizarding Council. You're lucky that the two groups didn't separate."
"You mean those four people!? They can kill a team of more than a dozen people?" The bearded man obviously didn't believe what Mo Bei said, and the salted fish people lying around also looked suspicious.
"There are only three of us." Mo Bei looked up at the night sky helplessly, wondering if he had restored their brains to factory settings.
"..." The salty fish fell into a dead silence, and suddenly became more afraid of this desert.
"Who is your Excellency?" the bearded man asked tentatively.
"My name is Mo Bei, and I am currently the new leader of the four southern ethnic groups, including the Luokan ethnic group. I am here to find out the murderer who intercepted the team in my tribe, and to inform you of an important event. information."
"You...you killed Lorcan?" the bearded man asked in surprise.
"No, he also listens to me now." Although this was true, Mo Bei still felt like he was pulling a tiger's skin to make a big flag when he said this.
Seeing that the bearded man was speechless, he continued to speak, preparing to fool them to the end.
"The remaining sixteen ethnic groups have all decided to move back to Lugaoyin City and leave this desert. Do you want to stay?"
As soon as this statement came out, all the salty fish on the sand became energetic and began to discuss the authenticity of the news.
Leave this desert and move to Lugaoyin. . . . Xi Xi Fantasy Novel Network 7huan.com Xi Xi
Is this really possible?
"A teleportation station is being built at the original location of the Luokan tribe. As long as you move there, you can return to Lugaoyin through the teleportation circle. Once you arrive at Lugaoyin, your tribe will be properly resettled, but you will still have to support yourself. ." Mo Bei said, throwing out a dozen bottles of healing potions to let them recover from their injuries.
It was still a full day's journey from here to where their tribe lived, so Mo Bei decided to escort them to avoid any further accidents on the road.
Although they have never encountered a situation where members of the Wizarding Society acted in groups before, it is difficult to say that such a situation will not occur during this critical period.
If these people fail to bring the news back to the clan, it will still take a lot of trouble to turn back.嘘戅fantasy m戅
Of course, a dozen bottles of healing potion were not enough. Everyone present in Xianyu had one in hand. Those who didn't get it actually had their necks raised, waiting for Mo Bei to continue to take it out. After waiting for a moment, Mo Bei raised his eyebrows impatiently, then immediately lowered his head and silently paid for himself.
Mo Bei threw the healing potion to them, which he did casually, just to make them get up and go on their way quickly. He had no intention of beating anyone to pay for medical expenses.
In his opinion, it was the other party's intention to attack first, so they deserved to be beaten.
