Even if they knew that Bruske was going to bring the dragon to stand up for Nellie, Ange and others couldn't do anything but wait until the dragons arrived.
Bored Ange exposed his head again and looked at the sky. Throughout the day, at least ten batches of winged knights flew over the oasis. However, no one paid attention to this area covered with weeds and grass. The oasis of small trees was regarded as a key area of focus, especially since there was a skeleton on it that had decayed into this state for who knows how long.
As we get to later batches, the formation of those flying wing knights becomes looser and faster, and there is a feeling of getting more and more anxious.
Slowly in the evening, there was a sound of horse hooves. Ange turned around and saw a group of luxury carriages climbing over the sand dunes and driving over as if they were walking on flat ground. When the horses' hooves stepped on the sand, they would stir up sand and make a sound. Yes, but the wheels won't sink into the sand when they run over it, and there won't even be any dust.
There's obviously some kind of magic cemented into the wheels.
Ange didn't recognize the other carriages, but the one with the rose emblem was very familiar.
After crossing the sand dunes, the guards around the carriage saw the oasis. They immediately pointed here, said a few words, and then all the carriages turned towards the oasis at the same time.
"Zobada, is it such a coincidence!? Hurry, hurry, hide deeper." Negris, who was reflected on Ange, didn't know what to say.
Ange squeezed and squeezed hard, pushing hard into the ground, and soon squeezed deep into the sand.
This oasis was created by Ange in one night. Because he could not dig such a big hole, he adopted the method of piling up a mound. He first wetted the sand, then piled it on top of the dragon corpse, and then sprinkled it with grass. Seed, give birth to once.
The life cycle of weeds is very short, and they quickly grow densely and produce a large number of grass seeds. Ange collected these grass seeds, then piled wet sand on the grass, piling it more than one meter high, and sprinkled the grass seeds again to encourage growth.
They were piled up one layer after another, four layers in total, and the dragon corpse was buried in a layer of soil four to five meters thick, because each layer contained wild seeds and their root systems, just like four layers of mat. The dragon corpse was covered tightly and the gravel was firmly consolidated into a lump. It was not easy to dig out.
A dragon corpse was placed in the depression of the two sand dunes, and four or five layers of straw felt were covered. The depression was almost smoothed out, and there was still a slight bulge.
Ange was lying on the edge of these straw mats. He also scattered some grass seeds sparsely on the outer edges to prevent the edges of the oasis from being too neat and conspicuous.
Of course, Ange would not be so careful. It was Anthony who taught him. The former Black Warrior Emperor was the real master of lurking. Negris only had theory, but in practice he would miss many details.
The escort of the convoy arrived at the oasis first, and a magician cast a detection magic to detect the entire oasis, but because the felt was too thick, nothing could be seen.
Several guards came over and stabbed randomly with long swords. After a few stabs, they brought out the fresh and tender grass root juice. They immediately lost interest in continuing to stab. No one can hide in a pile of fresh weeds. The attack was changed from poking to cutting, and the weeds on the surface were quickly removed, clearing a flat space.
"There are weeds and thick grass roots underneath. Let's camp here to prevent us from being buried by the sand dunes in the middle of the night." The guard reported, and he quickly got the agreement.
Four luxurious carriages unloaded their horses and dragged them to the flat grass. They faced each other, everyone stayed away, and then activated a certain switch on the carriages.
Bang bang bang bang, there were four slight bursts of magic. Thick ropes popped out of the carriages, connecting them with the other three carriages. Four spikes were pierced from the bottom of the carriage's body, which penetrated into the sand and soil. fix.
Following the thick ropes, the thick curtain was pulled toward the center, covering the area surrounded by the four carriages, including the flat ground, and covered with a thick carpet.
The guards took out several steel pipes from the almost empty carriage, joined the two thickest ones together, carried them into the middle of the tent, and jacked up the middle.
Suddenly, the slightly sunken tent in the middle immediately turned into a tent that was taller in the middle and lower on the sides. The remaining steel pipes are tied to the midpoints of the four sides to strengthen the entire tent.
There are joints in the tarpaulin, and there are adhesive strips of cloth. When you pinch them two by two, they will stick together. You can tear them apart tomorrow and collect the tarpaulin.
Then, the magician took out a dozen finger-thick iron skewers from the box, with one end pointed and the other end holding a ball. Inside the ball were very precise magic components.
As the magician walked, he inserted these iron cuttings into the corresponding places, and then pulled out the flannel strips that stuck the magic elements on them. In this way, the magic elements were active. As long as they sensed abnormal waves of magic or elements, they would It emits a scream to warn you, making it a very practical magic whistle.
After finishing all this, three beautiful maids got off another luxury carriage, holding comfortable bedding in their hands, such as white magic goose velvet warm quilts, pillows filled with soothing wood seeds, and cattail bags with silent enchantment. Pad and so on.
After the maids had finished setting up, the last luxury carriage was opened, and the carpet was laid directly in front of the tent. Tierres could enter the tent without sand sticking to his feet. With such luxurious enjoyment, people who didn't know it thought that the noble young master was traveling.
But at this time, Tierres was not in the mood to enjoy this. He did not get out of the carriage when the door of the carriage was opened. He was concentrating on processing the documents in his hands, and occasionally turned on a magic communicator in front of him.
After searching for a whole day, the Winged Knight had already memorized the nearby desert terrain, but he could not find the dragon corpse. This was very unreasonable. He must have discovered some changes that he could not predict. What should he do?
Half of the Winged Knights were gone, and the remaining half had irreversible damage to the wind element magic array on the wings due to high-intensity flying. The entire Winged Knights were basically useless.
With such a huge loss, could all the previous efforts be wasted? Tierres is now like a gambler who has reached a dead end. He is trying his best to bet everything he has in an attempt to make a comeback. He is going to ask his family for help and send more people to search.
But from now on, the magic communicator he tried to contact his family couldn't receive the signal. He didn't know whether it was because the distance was too far and the signal was not working, or the communicator on the opposite side was turned off. It should have been turned off. Change it. Magic crystal?
The magic communicator can receive signals even in another dimension. Changing the magic crystal does not require turning off the communicator. What happened? Tierres had a bad feeling in his heart.
Before Tierres's tent was decorated, the Rose Emblem's carriage had already been arranged. That carriage was a fully equipped magic carriage with a constant-temperature array, bathroom space, and folding space. The interior space was much larger than it appeared on the outside. It's much bigger going up.
The great magician Shehad stepped out of the carriage and stepped on the carpet that his entourage had laid out in advance. He glanced at the busy maids and guards around Tierres' tent with a complicated expression, and muttered in a low voice: "Vulgar."
The entourage who had just arranged the tables, chairs and refreshments wanted to come over to help him, but he drove him away impatiently. He muttered to himself: This guy with rough hands and feet is not refined at all, has no temperament at all, and has no style at all. Mad.
Obviously, he was envious of the aristocratic demeanor expressed by Tierres. The only thing that could comfort him was that his carriage was more practical.
Somewhat unhappy, he leaned back on the simple table and chair, took a sip of milk tea, and spit it out in a flash: "Damn it, you guys want to burn me to death!"
The entourage ran up in panic and thought at a loss, but was slapped in the face by Shehad and had to reluctantly retreat.
The temperature of the milk tea was requested by Shehad himself, because he wanted to adjust the temperature of the milk tea by himself, because he felt that a finger floated on the surface of the milk tea and slowly stirred, watching the milk tea condense a little bit of ice residue, and then blended into the hot milk tea, Adjusting the temperature to a palatable level is a very elegant thing, with a magician's romance, so it is always served piping hot.
But what can you do? Whatever the boss says is whatever you say. You should be lucky if you can get away with a slap in the face.
His mouth was burnt, and Shehad was in no mood. He let out cold air with one finger, plunged it into the hot milk tea, stirred it, quickly lowered the temperature, drank it in one gulp, and turned to look at Tierrez's carriage.
He had seen the situation of the Winged Knights throughout the day. The situation was not good, and he was also very anxious. Although the dragon-slaying plan was formulated by Tierres, he also spent a lot of energy and helped push it forward. A wave of oasis sand people.
The agreement between him and Tieleis is: the dragon corpse and the prestige of dragon slayers belong to Tieleis, dragon hearts, dragon horns, dragon eyes, dragon scales, etc., and things with magical effects belong to him. Now the dragon corpse cannot be found. He gained nothing.
At this moment, a ring with communication function on his hand flashed. The light spot was very weak, and the flashing frequency was also very low, about a few seconds.
Shehad immediately held his hand and quietly turned the shining side of the ring to his palm, without even his followers seeing it.
He stood up abruptly and turned around to return to the carriage. Although his actions were abrupt, in the eyes of the followers around him, they were reasonable, because Shehad often did this and went back without saying a word. Never do it at this time. Collect the tables and chairs. If he comes back later and sees the tables and chairs taken away, he will definitely get angry again.
Returning to the carriage, Shehad closed the door, opened the defensive array and silent barrier, then activated the communicator in the car, and said respectfully: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"
The submissive tone of his voice was completely opposite to his domineering attitude in front of his followers.
"Hmm." A nasally 'Hmm' came from the communicator, and then an impatient voice said: "Are you hanging out with Tierres from the Potter family?"
If you hear this tone, everyone will know from whom Shehad learned his speaking habits.
"Yes, teacher, do you have any questions?" Shehad asked quickly.
"You went to slay the dragon? Are you in the desert now?" the impatient voice asked in an even more impatient tone.
Shehad had a bad feeling and quickly responded: "Yes."
"Did you touch the dragon?"
"Uh, no, I didn't even touch the dragon, so I cooperated with the sand pirates and beat up the sand people in the oasis."
"Very good. Remember, you went to the desert this time. You met the sand thieves attacking the sand people in the oasis. You helped the sand people resist for a while, and then you saw Tierres killing the dragon, so you acted bravely. , killed Tierres, but unfortunately failed to save the dragon's life, do you understand?"
"Uh..." Shehad seemed to understand what he wanted to say, but the other party interrupted impatiently: "Kill Tierres and get his head back, otherwise you will die outside. Rose Tower will definitely You need to avoid the suspicion of killing the dragon, do you understand?"
Shehad's eyes bulged out. If he killed Tierres, wouldn't he be afraid of angering the Potter family? If Tierres is not killed, does the teacher mean to let him die outside and give up on him? What happened that would make the teacher give up on a great magician like him?
"I understand, but teacher, what happened?" Shehad asked quickly.
"The giant dragons came out in full force. The Dharma God and they collided with them using mystical magic on the surface of the East China Sea. There was no winner or loser. We were in the wrong. Whoever caused the trouble would use his head to calm down the dragon's anger. If you can't do it, I will use your head to calm the anger of Master Dharma God." The tone on the other side was no longer impatient, but cold.
Shehad was inspired and responded quickly: "Don't worry, teacher, I can do it."
After getting out of the carriage, Shehad immediately summoned all his followers and issued an order.
When the followers heard that it was the order from Shehad's teacher himself, their faces immediately turned pale. They had never had the chance to receive a direct order from their old master.
The followers spread out, assigned their targets to each other, moved closer to Tierres's men, and then attacked together, killing some of the guards on the spot, and then gathered to kill the rest.
"Shehad, what are you doing!" Tierres heard the noise, rushed out of the tent, and asked Shehead sharply.
Shehad was already brewing magic. Hearing this, he responded loudly: "Brother, it is wrong for you to kill the dragon. The dragon is our good friend. It is everyone's responsibility to protect the dragon. I cannot sit idly by and accept death." Bar."
"Let you go...￥#*!" Tierres swung his sword towards one of Shehad's followers. The moment the sword was blocked, a sword beam vomited blood and pierced the opponent's neck.
"Sword Master! Be careful, the enemy has broken through the Sword Master." The radiance of energy is the sign of a junior Sword Master.
While killing a follower, Tierres had already felt that Shehad's eyes were locked on him. He immediately dug his toes into the ground and raised a large amount of sand and dust.
The magician's gaze lock is not unbreakable. Smog prevents locking. If a large area of haze and dust is artificially created to obstruct the line of sight, the gaze cannot be locked.
Kicking his feet together, large swathes of sand and dust were raised, not only blocking his vision, but also creating a cover as he quickly rushed towards Shehad.
Shehad hit the staff with a wave of his hand, and the luxurious staff immediately amplified his magic power, and a strong wind surged, pushing the sand and dust in the opposite direction, exposing Tierres' figure.
Shehad's followers rushed forward and surrounded him.
Tierres parried flexibly, showing excellent martial arts skills. He also fought back from time to time, cutting down one or two followers. His guards also rushed to help, and the mage was ready to add buffing magic to him.
However, a thorn suddenly pierced the ground and stabbed the intermediate magician of Tierres to death on the spot.
Shehad killed the opponent's magician, his eyes fell on Tierres again, and he chanted magic.
Tierres suddenly felt that the water in his body was boiling, and his skin bulged up one after another - water magic, water boiling.
Tierres immediately mobilized his fighting spirit to protect his body, and at the same time he shrank behind the opponent's followers, opened and closed his weapons, and continuously killed and drove back the enemies. Finally, he stabbed one of the followers with his sword, and charged towards Shehad with his body on his head. go.
Shehad couldn't fix his eyes on Tierres, and the followers' blockage was abruptly broken through, and he suddenly panicked.
The ground was stabbed with thorns one after another, but Tierres acted as if he was aware of it, stepping on key points with every step, and his fighting spirit surged out, directly shattering the thorns.
Step by step, he approached Shehad thirty meters.
Shehad became anxious, twisted the ring in his hand, and a burst of fireball shot out. If this was not a small burst fireball like Ange's, but a normal burst fireball of level 4, it hit the body that Tierres was holding and broke into pieces. .
Tierreis's long sword stirred, stirring up sand and dust, which obscured his vision. Shehad raised his shield, blew away the sand and dust, and the last ice vertebra pierced Tierres's chest.
But Tierres' long sword also pierced his stomach.
Just when both sides were hurt, a skeleton suddenly jumped up not far away. The skeleton groped from the empty space in front of it, pulled out a swordsman, and threw out a little girl and a young brass dragon. , an armored man, a mist, and a steel structure.
"Nicholas' assassins!"
"Those people in the oasis!"
"They're a team!"
It was too late to say anything. Both Tierres and Shehad were pushed away.
Everyone looked at the enemy's luxurious carriage and the equipment on Tierres and Shehad, and laughed.
