A diligent, thrifty and honest old farmer encountered a nasty Brass Dragon and almost escaped being tricked to death. Fortunately, he met him on the road, otherwise he would have become a skeleton after walking thousands of kilometers in the desert.
"How can you and I be so bold? You dare to walk thousands of miles into an uninhabited desert? I remember that you don't have any storage bags, right? Where are the supplies? Could it be these you are carrying?" Brass Dragon asked with lingering fear.
The Southern Hedgehog team, sitting nervously on the sand sled, nodded in unison.
"Pfft, then how do you get your food? Where do you get your drinking water?" Negris asked.
The Southern Hedgehogs made a few druid gestures. Druids can condense the moisture in the air, but judging from their poor magic power, the moisture condensed may not be enough to brush their teeth.
"Then do you know how long it will take to get out of this uninhabited desert at your current speed?"
A collective shake of the head.
When they heard that it would take two months to get out of the desert and half a year to reach the south, the people in the south were all dumbfounded. The money saved in travel expenses would not be enough for food for the six months.
Nigris arrived angrily: "Forget it, let's get to know each other. You can take the teleportation array to the oasis. Teleport to Drake Island and then take the boat back."
What an acquaintance, just realizing that I had deceived the wrong person, for fear that these honest people would die on the road.
The village chief looked embarrassed and asked cautiously: "How much does it cost?"
Nigris forced a smile on his face: "It doesn't cost anything. We run the teleportation array for free."
It’s free. The teleportation array charges in both directions. The Oasis side is free, but the Drake side still charges, but what can be done? It gives Luo.
"Oh oh oh, that's great."
"Wow, Master Brass Dragon, your family runs a teleportation array? You are really rich."
"Yes, yes, even the horses are so strong and so rich. The horses in our swamps are like donkeys."
The 'horse' is indeed too strong. It carries four Anges on its back, drags a sand sled, and carries six Southern Hedgehogs. It runs easily, but the problem is not the 'horse', but a god. .
But no one will believe it when you go out, riding a 'god' and pulling a cart...
At the speed of the Insect God, the oasis, which took more than a month to hike on foot, was quickly reached.
Today's Oasis of Hope has become a prosperous desert city. Due to the construction of roads, almost all commercial transactions are transited through the Oasis of Hope. A large number of warehouses and shops have been built here, and there are many more outsiders.
When there are more outsiders, the teleportation array will inevitably be opened to the outside world. Compared with carriages and horses, rich people still prefer to use teleportation arrays.
At this moment, there were already several people queuing up around the teleportation array. When they saw Ange and his entourage coming, they quickly said hello regardless of whether they knew them or not. If you have the money to ride in the teleportation array, you will definitely not be a farmer with mud legs.
So when they saw a few old farmers from the Southern Hedgehog Team approaching, some of them became a little unhappy. Just as they were thinking of something, they saw Shafiya, the Dragon Whisperer, running over.
"Master Naige, why are you here?" Shafia greeted enthusiastically.
"Send some friends home." Nigris responded.
"Oh, then please come over here, you first." Shafia arrived quickly.
The members of the Southern Thorns team are all honest farmers. When they heard about cutting in line, they felt a little embarrassed: "It's not good, we are late, how about we wait in line for a while?"
"No, no, no, the teleportation array was built by Mr. Naige's wife. It was originally kept for his own use, but he saw that many people had this need, so he opened it to the outside world. How could others have any opinions? Right, no one Do you have any opinions?" Shafiya looked around at the people queuing up.
"No, no, you use it first, we are not in a hurry." A bunch of people shook their heads hurriedly.
They might not know Nigris, but how could they not know Shafia, the dragon whisperer? Could the embryo dragon that even the Dragon Whisperer warmly entertained be the child of the Dragon Whisperer's patron saint dragon?
Nigris was not polite and said to Shafiya: "Transfer to Drake Island, which is not far from the southern swamps and can be reached by boat."
"Okay." Shafiya responded and adjusted it herself.
At this time, the evil village chief from the south arrived cautiously: "Lord Naig, we have to take a boat to reach Drake Island. How about we go directly to Nanmarsh Town in the swamp."
"Pfft, is there a teleportation array near your home?" Nigris almost spit out blood.
The village chief nodded.
"You're not early!"
"Well, you didn't even ask..." the village chief responded weakly.
"Seeing that you are so poor, I thought your home was very remote." Nigris arrived speechlessly.
Seeing how these guys wanted to save on travel expenses, Nigris thought their home was very remote. Who would have thought that there would be a teleportation array?
The village chief laughed sarcastically: "It's not our home. It's Nanmarsh Town, about a hundred kilometers away. It's next to the swamp. We can walk home there."
Nigris sighed inwardly, a hundred kilometers away, it was still a swamp, and a few old farmers who only knew some water condensation skills had to walk back.
But what can be done? If the money is put into their hands, they would rather save it, because for them, walking hundreds of kilometers may not necessarily earn a few magic crystals. They can save money by working harder. , wouldn’t it be better to buy things for your family?
Nigris is too lazy to do anything, because it is useless. Forget it, let me help you again.
Thinking of this, Nigris stretched out his short claws and tapped everyone's forehead: "The basic Druid secret method, I hope it will be useful to you."
As the God of Knowledge, Negris's knowledge reserve is not limited. He can teach Ange the purification technique, and naturally he can also teach others the druid secret technique.
However, its knowledge reserve is too old, and it will only follow the script and instill it. Whether others can understand it depends on each person's understanding.
The southern assassin knelt down excitedly: "Thank you, sir, you are so kind to us, thank you, sir!"
Nigris didn't realize what it had done. It just almost tricked the other party into dying in the desert, and it made amends out of some guilt.
The rudimentary druid arcana is too rudimentary to be of much value, but that is from the perspective of its brass dragon.
For these human farmers whose classes have been solidified early, lack a path for advancement, and come from remote and poor places, this is likely to be the basis for making a fortune and realizing a class jump.
They themselves also practice Druid secrets, but it is not systematic and piecemeal, with little room for growth.
However, the complete elementary secret technique makes up for the missing parts, which is equivalent to going to a regular Druid academy for training. After laying a solid foundation, there will be a lot of room for growth.
As they worshiped devoutly, Negris found more than a dozen soul flames floating into his body. Almost every farmer donated more than three soul flames, and his belief was very strong.
"Uh, is that okay? Then I'll set up a stall at the entrance of Qunxingyuan, and I'll give it to those who believe in me. I don't know which subject I don't know, but I don't know if it will work? It's just a bit laborious, so forget it."
A few thoughts passed through Nigris' soul, but he quickly gave up. He was a typical lazy god who wanted to gain but was afraid of being tired. He just wanted to have believers come to his doorstep.
Waving his hand, he blocked the gratitude of several farmers, and activated the teleportation array to send them back. Who knew that as soon as he activated the teleportation array, a teleportation wave swayed out impatiently, and something was teleported from the opposite side.
A dozen humans screamed and rushed out of the teleportation array.
"Help! There is a monster, help..." The high-pitched voice suddenly stopped, and a sharp thorn pierced the human's chest.
Seeing the spike clearly, Nigris was shocked: "Is there really a monster? What is this? A giant flea?"
Something that even the God of Knowledge does not recognize can only be described as a monster.
As soon as the teleportation array is connected, the other party can't wait to teleport over. This approach is very irrational because you don't know what the situation is at the receiving end on the other side.
If the teleportation array is small and so many people are teleported, wouldn't the people in the outer circle be cut into half?
No one would teleport so recklessly until they were desperate. It was obvious that these people were already desperate.
However, despite this, the thing that forced them to despair still followed them.
A two-meter-tall creature with two long legs and four limbs on its upper body, like an enlarged version of a flea, teleported over and killed one of the unlucky ones immediately.
After killing a human, it ignored the others and bit the hand of the unlucky guy who fell down. After chewing off the arm, the flea monster opened its mouth and spat out a bunch of black stuff.
When it tried to bite the unlucky guy again, a wave of fireballs exploded its head and burned it into charcoal.
The little angel said anxiously: "Ouch!"
Ange scratched his head helplessly and responded: "Ouch."
The teleported fleeing people were stopped by Shafia and her people, and Nigris was asking them: "Who are you? What happened? What kind of monster is that?"
The people who fled came all talking: "We are from Nanzhu Town, and we don't know what happened. Many monsters suddenly burst out of the swamp. They killed people they saw, ate crops they saw, and even went to farmland." There's spit in it, that kind of black stuff."
The fleeing man pointed at the black stuff that the monster had spit out just now.
The hedgehog village chief asked hurriedly: "Is it just Nanmo Town? How about Hedgehog Village? Are there any monsters?"
The fleeing man shook his head: "I don't know, but these monsters will eat everything they see. If Nanmarsh Town is eaten up, they will probably go deeper into the swamp."
The village chief suddenly became anxious and turned to Negris: "Sir, we want to go back. Can you please teleport us back?"
Nigris arrived angrily: "What are you going back for? Delivering food? Just wait, we haven't figured out anything yet."
Wan turned to Ange and asked, "Does it feel familiar?"
Ange nodded, walked to the monster corpse and took a look at it, then turned back and waved to the big black horse.
The big black horse was of course Hemel. It was not a horse. He walked over and sniffed it. It shook its head and said, "I don't know him."
It 'didn't know', it didn't 'no', Ange gently stepped on a footprint.
With his proficiency in the immortal halo, Ange has been able to control the range and acceleration frequency of the halo. With this step, it only covers a range of more than ten meters in diameter, without affecting the onlookers in the distance.
Not long after, I saw the black stuff that was spit out moving slowly, and countless small insects hatched out. I was surprised that the lump was full of insect eggs.
"It's obviously a bug, but you still don't recognize it? It's this damn thing again. I don't want to fight bugs anymore." Nigris pointed at Hemel and cursed.
Hemel stayed for a while, then responded dully: "It's not mine..."
"Isn't it yours? Could it be Matisse's? When did it go to the southern swamp to lay eggs?" Nigris was surprised.
Hemel was stunned for a while, then said: "It's not..."
"What do you mean?" Nigris' heart couldn't help but sink.
Theoretically, all bugs in this plane are derived from Hemel or Matis, and even Matis is derived from Hemel.
Every exterminator will receive an insect egg when they graduate. Whether it is cultivation, evolution, or mutation, they are all based on the original insect egg. It is not until Mattis becomes the new insect god that the insects have their first life. Two lineages.
But the second lineage is also a mutation of the first, and is inextricably linked. Even if Hemel doesn't admit it, it's not Mathis's?
If it wasn't it, and it wasn't Matisse, then where did these bugs come from? Is there a third insect god?
While Nigris was thinking about it, the hatched bugs had begun to kill each other, devouring each other, and growing rapidly. Soon, they went from a pile of small bugs that were invisible to the naked eye to one the size of a puppy. Flea monster.
Then the flea monster rushed to the headless body of the big flea monster and started to gnaw at it.
"Have you noticed that these bugs have begun to evolve in terms of size, rather than purely in quantity?" Negris asked.
Ange nodded.
At this moment, the corpse of the big flea monster also changed. Countless small bugs hatched out of the corpse and joined in the process of killing and devouring each other.
The little flea monster stopped eating the corpses and began to eat the grown-up bugs, one bite at a time.
The little flea monster had the upper hand. None of the subsequent little bugs could grow bigger than it, and they were all swallowed up by it in the end.
This little flea monster also gradually grew to two meters tall. It was a little smaller than the dead big flea. It looked exactly the same, as if it had been reborn, but it lost part of its mass in the process, such as the head that was blown off by Ange.
"This nutrient utilization rate is a bit outrageous." Nigris muttered.
After finishing chewing the things around him as if no one was watching, the flea monster finally raised his head, and his eyes fell on the nearest Mohel. He immediately let out a strange scream and kicked his feet fiercely.
The flea monster had a pair of strong thighs, and its kick was like a cannonball being discharged from a barrel. It pounced ferociously... into Hemel's mouth...
Just when everyone was horrified that the fit big black horse was about to be bitten to death by the flea monster, the big black horse opened its mouth violently. The big mouth started from the lips and split all the way along the neck, turning into a mouth even bigger than the flea monster. Mouth.
There were densely packed fangs inside, and the flea monster bit it in one bite, and started chewing it.
The onlookers were so frightened that their hair stood on end and screamed: "Monster!!" This muscular and beautiful black horse is more like a monster than a flea monster! !
After chewing it for a few times, Hemel suddenly blinked his eyes and said, "It smells of void."
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