After a whole day of running, the team stopped to rest for a while after dark and eat something to replenish their energy.
After the teleportation station is opened, the supply of materials here will be guaranteed.
Now what these people bring out are no longer things like palm fruits or charcoal-grilled sandworm meat, but food commonly eaten by the residents of Lugaoyin.
Although most of them had obtained these foods like baked naan or pies through other channels before, everyone still chewed them carefully and couldn't bear to swallow them. This is the food that humans eat. . .
Mo Bei had never seen sand bandits or bandits before, but he felt that these guys were probably the least arrogant outlaws.
There is a gold belt for murder and arson. Others in this profession drink wine from a big bowl, eat meat with big mouthfuls, and divide gold and silver on a big scale. But these guys have never even experienced what it feels like to eat freely.
Mo Bei saw that the two people who had escaped from the Wizards' Association team were also in the team and were sitting on the outermost edge of the crowd, so he stood up and walked towards them.
They had joined another team together, but the expressions on their faces were wooden, and there was a flash of hatred in their eyes from time to time.
When the two of them saw Mo Bei walking straight towards them, they immediately stood up and bowed their heads in salute.
"We have found a team of four that matches your description. Check it out." Mo Bei waved his hand at them and threw out the bodies of the four Wizard Guild members one by one.
The two of them stared at the corpse on the ground, their carved faces began to become ferocious, and they gritted their teeth and said:
"It's them! This mage is not wearing a visor, I remember his face!"
"Thank you, chief... But we have to chop off the heads of eleven members of the Wizarding Association with our own hands, otherwise the revenge will not be over."
Mo Bei quite recognized their reaction. Sometimes hatred is indeed a powerful driving force.
But he hesitated again and again, and finally gave up the idea of providing equipment support to these two people in full view of the public. The situation of these two people is still different from Regier and the others. If you want to wash away your hatred and shame, you should work hard to become stronger.
This leader deserves it. . Not only running around here and there, but also having so many worries, it was really difficult. .
What about the promised benefits? . . .
The two people didn't have any other ideas. They were really grateful to Mo Bei for avenging them, and they felt infinite admiration for him for being able to capture this powerful wizard team.
The assassin among the two stepped forward and threw a flame resuscitation at the four corpses on the ground. The flames soon burned the flesh and blood bodies that had lost the protection of the law into charcoal, but the flame of revenge in the hearts of the two became stronger and stronger. More intense.
Berg divided into two large groups of more than 30 people. After everyone had almost recovered, the teams divided into three groups and set off in different directions.
After sunrise, another large team separated from the crowd and brought news and supplies to the target group. The number of the entire team was reduced by less than half.
Mo Bei's vitality aura can already cover all team members, and there will no longer be a speed difference, so the team's traveling speed is also liberated, which is 20% higher than before.
On the third day, he saw the mutant blood eagle that Berg mentioned. The overwhelming number was not inferior to the desert black bug swarm, but its destructive power was much more powerful than the mutant bug swarm. The oasis in front of him had appeared. There are signs of decay, and there is not much greenery left.
According to several tribes in the north, this mutated blood eagle spread from the northwest nearly a year ago, causing their food collection points to continue to decrease.
However, because the interactions between the tribes were not very close, this incident did not spread to other tribes in the south.
This is also the reason why Mo Bei decided to follow him. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. It has nothing to do with the Wizards' Association. He wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.
Because these mutated blood eagles are larger in size, in addition to attacking with their tail hooks when flying past, they will also land on their backs and bite their nape. It seems that the natural koi knows that this is the blind spot for most humans to attack. .
Not only do their attacks bring poisonous damage, but the stench on their bodies is even worse. It is more difficult to deal with than the Desert Black Worm. After all, the individual strength is stronger, the damage caused to job changers is greater, and the equipment wear is also more serious.
After spending a lot of effort to clear away the mutant blood eagles in the periphery, they discovered dozens of implicated blood eagle nests in the oasis. They seemed to be able to sense that the blood eagles had been massacred, and they were squirming wildly, giving birth to blood eagles one after another.
They produce blood eagles very quickly. Almost every five or six breaths, a ball of flesh covered in mucus falls to the ground. Then the newborn blood eagle instinctively climbs up the tree trunk next to it, spreads its wings and flaps. After a few strokes, the mucus on the body is still dry and it can fly.
Dozens of blood eagle nests can replenish hundreds of blood eagles in a matter of seconds. For a single team of career changers, it is impossible to kill them all.
At this speed, it wouldn't take them ten days and a half to destroy an oasis.
Everyone took action one after another, blowing up the blood eagle nests, and then quickly left this stinky, decayed oasis.
They are not worried that this oasis in the desert will disappear and become a lifeless land like the dry highlands.
The harsher the environment in the desert, the tenacious the vegetation. As long as the underground water source does not dry up completely, new vegetation and trees will soon grow here.
But only if they eliminate this mutant blood eagle to the point where it can no longer become a climate, can these oases continue to prosper.
Mo Bei's remaining team members were divided into four teams, and they set off along different routes to kill the blood eagles that were flooding in the oases along the way, and finally met at a point in the northwest. If you haven't found that ethnic group yet, make the next step.
These people are all allocated enough teleportation scrolls at this time. Even if they encounter a strong enemy, they should not be wiped out. At least they can bring the opponent's information back.
Ever since they heard that members of the Wizarding Council were trying to massacre Regina's tribe, and that their old leader Lorcan was almost killed by the Wizarding Council's conspiracy, these people decided to fight to the end with the Wizarding Council. They will never allow these human traitors to have a place in this desert.
The three of Mo Bei chose the longest route among the five routes because they traveled the fastest and the cleaning of the Blood Eagle should not be much slower than other teams, so that they would not have to wait too long because they arrived at the meeting point early. long time.
Along the way, they also discovered an oasis occupied by mutated blood eagles. There were obvious traces of human habitation. The collapsed shacks and stove pits dug on the ground looked like they had been abandoned for half a year. And it looks very rough, just like a temporary building.
From this, we can roughly see how miserable the sand bandits in the north were caused by these ghosts. They really fled all the way south, and it became increasingly difficult to escape.
As they continued to advance northwestward, clearing one oase after another, time also passed quickly. Although the three of Mo Bei chose the longest route, they still reached the agreed meeting point first.
This is already the edge of this large basin. There is an exposed rock formation. The sand dunes in front of it rise and fall, and you can see that the terrain is constantly rising. From here, walk west for a few days and you will enter the Lost City.
The three of them had been waiting here all afternoon and had recovered enough strength. Due to the terrain, the west-slanting sun was quickly obscured by the sand dunes, and it felt much cooler before nightfall.
Mo Bei sat on a boulder, took off his homemade sunglasses, took out the water bag and took a sip. A few drops of water fell down his chin and onto the armor on his chest. There was a soft "hissing" sound before it fell down. The boulder completely evaporated.
This armor has been exposed to the scorching sun all day long, and its surface can already be fried with eggs. Fortunately, thanks to the barrier of the magic circle and special materials, the internal temperature has not changed much. Although it is not comfortable to wear, it is not uncomfortable.
After recovering his physical strength, he became a little bored with the waiting, so he took out his monocular from time to time and looked around, but he never found Berg and the others.
Seeing nothing in front of him, he subconsciously turned back. At this time, the sun was blocked by the sand dunes. When he looked to the west, there was no longer any backlight and he could see clearly.
What surprised him was that this time, a human figure finally appeared in the circular lens barrel.
