In the Oasis of Hope, the sand people and sand bandits each occupied one end, facing each other across the central lake.
The tens of thousands of oasis sand people can pull up tens of thousands of troops at any time. It sounds like a lot of troops, but all-metal weapons cannot be held in one hand. Some people are still carrying wooden rakes, armor and the like. Don't even think about it.
Moreover, the total number of camels in the entire oasis is only about 5,000, and the number of cavalry is not comparable to that of the sand bandits.
Facing the sand bandits who have experienced hundreds of battles, are rich in experience, and are well-equipped, the reason why they can survive until now is entirely because the enemy is scattered and has no unified command. They are greedy for life and afraid of death, unwilling to lose their own strength, and are waiting for others to die first. , and then take advantage of it yourself.
The people of Sand are able to work together and persevere until now because they protect their family and territory.
The most important thing is that the great magician of the sand pirates actually walked away after destroying the sand people's defense line. If the great magician was still there, the sand people would have dispersed long ago.
Neither the sand people nor the sand pirates could understand why the magician left at the last moment. If their souls could meet the soul of Shehad, the other party might tell them the reason: "The dragons have run away, what else do you useless sand pirates have?" Use? Help you grab those rags? Dirty hands."
There was no one who could convince the crowd to take charge of the overall situation, and they all had their own small plans. After the sand pirates occupied half of the oasis, it was difficult to make any progress.
I fought a few sporadic battles in the past two days, but with no results. However, I grabbed some things when I entered the green game on the first day.
As night fell, Mogu, an experienced old sand bandit, sensed something was wrong. He quietly approached a sand bandit he was familiar with, and happened to see the other party quietly packing his luggage.
Mogu found the leader of the sand bandits, an assassin who was blind in one eye and nicknamed One-Eyed.
As soon as they met, Mogu said straight to the point: "You also noticed something was wrong?"
The one-eyed man nodded solemnly: "No Winged Man has been flying around all day today, and no one has come to notify us that the mission has been completed, and no one has come to give us money. Even a fool knows something is wrong."
"Do you have any inside information?" Mogu asked.
One Eye shook his head: "No, but there are only a few possibilities here and there. The Winged Man has killed the giant dragon and is busy transporting the dragon's corpse away. Either the giant dragon has destroyed the Winged Man, but this Maybe it’s relatively small, but the dragon hasn’t come back, doesn’t it mean it won’t protect these sand people?”
"Then why are you packing your luggage? Are you afraid that the dragon will come back?" Mogu asked.
"Of course it's to prevent the worst case scenario. The Winged Man killed the dragon and killed us as well." A cold light flashed in One Eye's one eye.
"This...isn't it? Don't the Winged Knights no longer want their reputation?" Mogu said hesitantly. The worst possibility he could think of was that the Winged Knights just refused to pay and killed them. All sand pirates? Who will dare to listen to the call of the Winged Knights in the future?
It has to be said that Mogu Lao is only experienced as a sand pirate, and his intrigues and tricks are incomparable to those of One-Eye as a leader.
"Why not? Only in this way can the profits be maximized. As for reputation? Does 'developing clever strategies to eliminate thousands of sand bandits and protecting the safety of desert trade routes' count as reputation?" The sand bandits massacred the sand people, and the flying wing knights thundered. Does protecting the environment and the people count as reputation?"
"Exchange our heads for war merits, sell us as prisoners for money, save a hundred thousand magic crystal hire fees, and get a dragon corpse for free. Let's say that the dragon is the protector of the Sand Bandits, protecting those with bloody hands. The Sand Pirates were killed by the Winged Knights as a last resort. Standing on the moral high ground, they got the title of Dragon Slaying Warrior for nothing."
Mogu's jaw dropped. He became more and more frightened as he listened. Finally, he had to curse: "You leaders have such dark hearts."
One Eye chuckled: "I haven't even told you what's even more sinister. I can definitely sell you, and you can help me count the money."
"How about running overnight? Can you run away?" Mogu asked, having already made up his mind to be ready to run away just like One Eye when he got back.
"You have to prepare, but don't worry about running away. As you said, it's impossible for the Winged Knights to lose their reputation. No matter how beautiful the lie is, it can't be hidden from the gaze of the stars. Those excuses can only deceive ordinary people. There are really smart people, I hope they can keep their promises, now they are just delayed by something."
"Then what are you...?" Mogu pointed at the sand bandits who were moving quietly in the camp.
"Of course we have to transport the loot away first and leave some unimportant people here waiting for news. Let's find a place to hide first. I know there is a hiding place nearby. Thanks to your care back then, I can By the way, I'm bringing you one, 'one'." One Eye deliberately repeated and emphasized the number 'one'.
Mogu nodded to express his understanding: "Then I won't leave. I will follow you from now on, leader." After saying that, Mogu saluted with a hammer on his chest very wisely.
"Hahaha." Seeing that his old acquaintance had now become his subordinate, One Eye was somewhat excited. He turned back and walked into the tent. When he came out again, he was already dragging two sand people aged fourteen or fifteen years old. girl.
"You won't suffer a loss if you follow me. I will also rely on your rich experience in the future. These two little chicks are given to you to serve you in your daily life." One Eye pushed the two sand people girls in front of Mogu.
Mogu's old face burst into laughter: "Hey, the leader is so generous, I won't be polite. There will be a sandstorm tomorrow morning."
Without saying a word, Mogu dragged the two girls back into the tent.
The one-eyed man chuckled. In the desert, he had a sand bandit who could observe the weather. It was like he had a magical weapon.
He had just finished laughing when suddenly a black figure jumped in from outside the camp and landed steadily beside him. Before One Eye could react what was going on, a sickle passed by him and hooked a ball of soul flames. out.
Drawing out the one-eyed soul, the black shadow hooked the tent with a scythe with his backhand, and drew out another soul fire. At the same time, the tent was also cut open, revealing Mogu who had just taken off his clothes and was now lying on the ground. Guy, and two stunned sand people girls.
Ange ignored the sand people girl, turned around and rushed deeper into the camp. Soon his arrival alerted all the sand bandits, who tried hard to organize a counterattack.
However, when they struggled to organize themselves in the darkness, they were horrified to find that the enemy in front of them had turned into the accomplices they were once familiar with. The weapons and equipment on those accomplices had not changed at all, but their expressions were dull, they rolled their eyes, and their movements were stiff, but they did not care about the swords that were slashing at them.
"Ah! The undead! The undead are back!" Some people remembered the scene a few days ago and immediately realized that the man who carried the sickle of death to harvest souls was back.
"Come on!" Luther carried his newly obtained dragon pattern steel core mithril filigree magic pattern covered earth forged gem buff piercing enchanted two-handed sword, and rushed forward excitedly: "Drink blood if you are thirsty, my sword!"
"You're overthinking, dragon-grained steel doesn't suck blood." Lightning complained as he nimbly dodged the sand pirate's attack, and then found the right moment to stamp on it with a big hoof.
Although it is not a horse, it is much stronger than a horse. If it kicks you, you will suffer broken bones and tendons.
The little zombie was armored, its hands were like hoes, and it was running, hitting, and gouging.
The angel skeleton held the holy light in his hand and rushed forward with Nigris on his back. When he encountered the enemy's sword, Nigris stretched out his head to block it.
Nellie was stunned by this weird fighting combination. She followed them, spraying out a dragon's breath from time to time to take care of them.
At this moment, Fangnaili has transferred her consciousness to the baby dragon and has become a living stunted baby dragon. Unlike Nigris, she is alive and can grow up.
This time Ange cultivated a silver dragon and a brass dragon. The brass dragon transferred Nellie's consciousness, but the silver dragon had no consciousness to transfer into it yet, so it was still a plant dragon for the time being.
Niali's original body was still thrown under the oasis mat. The body was too huge. Ange couldn't stuff it into the Palace of Rest, nor could he summon it, let alone reincarnate it. He could only Leave it there for now.
Under the influence of the quick-death aura, the dragon corpse is dehydrated at an accelerated rate. Coupled with the dry climate of the desert, the dragon corpse will not rot but will shrivel. When Ange finds a way, he can transform it into a corpse dragon.
Of course, it is possible to transform into a bone dragon, but the bone dragon cannot fly and its wings are rotten, which goes against Ange's idea of riding a dragon at the time.
Nigris stretched his head, and the helmet on his head blocked the slash of a sand thief. The sand thief was hit on the bridge of the nose by a holy light punch from the angel skeleton, and he fainted directly.
Nigris was still talking leisurely, and said while blocking: "The night is the home of the undead. I can see things more clearly than during the day. The fluctuations of everyone's soul are clearly visible. Those with weak vitality will fluctuate from time to time." Sometimes, those with strong vitality are as conspicuous as a bonfire when standing dozens of meters away."
Nairi behind her shook her head: "I can't see, it's dark. I feel like I'm back to the dragon egg. All my senses have been weakened by more than half. The dragon itself feels empty and weak after just one puff." Feel."
Nigris comforted: "Of course, your current size is not even a baby dragon, but don't worry, eat more lambs and beets, and you will grow up soon. Before our dragons lay eggs, Five hundred years is the most critical time for body growth, and the nutrition during this period determines how big we can eventually grow."
Niali swallowed her saliva: "Stop talking, I didn't have much appetite when I was old. Every time I ate, I would eat one bite at a time and swallow it raw. I don't know why I'm getting younger now. When you talk about little fat sheep, The secretion of ambergris speeds up, and I really want to eat it. This time I have to peel the skin. I think humans will marinate it with spices, and then grill it until it is sizzling and oily. I will try this next time. "
"Stop talking." It was Nigris' turn to say with a grimace: "I want to eat too, but I can't."
While they were chatting, the Purple Skeleton Titans, who had received Ange's order, came from the other end of the central lake of the oasis and killed them. The three-meter-tall giants were carrying wolf sticks wrapped with thorns around their waists, and were draped in all directions. Mi.
The sand pirates were scattered, their hearts were floating, there was no unified command, and the darkness was so dark that they didn't even know how many enemies there were. After being rushed by the purple-skeletal titans, they could no longer hold on and fled in all directions.
The army was defeated like a mountain. There were many battles, and most of the damage occurred during the retreat. Ange led a bunch of people in pursuit, leaving corpses everywhere he passed.
At this moment, Nigris saw a powerful aura appearing in front of him.
boom! Luther, who was eager to pursue, suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from in front of him, and subconsciously slashed with his sword.
The aura in front didn't show any signs of weakness, he directly came forward and punched out.
boom! The fist hit Luther's sword blade, and there was a huge impact sound. Luther was knocked away, but the opponent did not move at all.
Luther was horrified and shouted a warning: "Everyone, be careful!"
The shock in Luther's heart couldn't be greater. The sword he was holding was a two-handed sword with a dragon pattern steel core, with a piercing enchantment. Coupled with his own strength, he was able to slash with all his strength but was knocked back by the opponent's fist? How can it be? Are the opponent's fists made of metal?
Even though he was knocked away, the other party didn't move at all. Who was he? The sword of truth?
Although he was a little frightened, Luther did not hesitate. After giving the warning, he took out the beets and started chewing them. He thought it was just a chase to abuse the beets, but he did not expect to encounter a tough fight, so he did not waste the beets.
Ange rushed over, and rows of explosive fireballs appeared in front of him, drawing a trail in the dark night and rushing towards the enemy.
The enemy swung his fists continuously, blasting fireballs one after another. The exploding fireballs lit up the night and also illuminated the enemy's figure.
It was a middle-aged human with a strange appearance, with high cheekbones, a long chin, and thin eyes, with almost no eyeballs visible. The two nostrils were facing the person and looked bigger than the eyes.
He was dressed in an ordinary fisherman's coarse clothes, with fine white salt particles still remaining on his clothes, as if he had just come over after going into the sea without washing, leaving behind salt particles after the sea water evaporated.
He has a weird appearance and ordinary clothes, but his strength is anything but ordinary. After blasting a dozen explosive fireballs, he may have felt a little annoyed, so he stopped punching and raised a hand directly in front of him, letting the explosive fireballs pass by. The blast of fire burned him, and it quickly disappeared like the breeze blowing on him.
"What a strong magic resistance!" Luther shouted loudly, wrapping his fighting spirit around his two-handed sword, and was about to step forward.
At this moment, Nellie flapped her wings, stepped on the sand with her feet, and ran over like an old hen and shouted: "Stop, Brusk!?"
The weird middle-aged man turned his head to look, and immediately his eyes widened in horror, revealing a pair of vertical pupils: "Grandma Nai Ali!? How is this possible? Aren't you dead? How...how...how did you... Shrunk?"
Hearing Brusque's name and looking at the vertical pupils in his eyes, Nigris quickly shouted: "Stop, stop, you are one of your own!"
Fortunately, it shouted quickly, the angel skeleton had already spread its wings, and Ange reached out and was ready to drag Patsy out.
"This is the dragon transformation technique. It is my great-nephew, the golden dragon Brusk, the current leader of the dragon clan. Why are you here?" The last sentence was asked by Nellie to Bruce.
Brusque's eyes kept moving back and forth between Nigris and Niali, with an incredible expression on his face as he said:
"I received your bloodline information from my grandmother, and I was going to bring everyone to collect your body, but I was stopped by the strong man of truth on the outer sea. I quietly asked Yolanda to come over and take a look. Unexpectedly, I was caught by the strong man on the way. I went back, I had no choice but to come here in person, what's going on with you?"
"You don't believe it when I say it. I was resurrected, and Ange made a new body for me. Hey, I remembered, where is your dragon egg? Has it been stuck for a long time? What if I use this This method can completely solve the problem of stuck eggs."
Nellie said excitedly and excitedly: "Brusk, your dragon egg is saved!"
