"Norwen, what's going on?" a lionman who resembled the orcs in the main plane of Terra asked the scout who had just returned from the next place.

"Patriarch, the situation is not good, the desert storm has destroyed all the road signs, and also destroyed the nearby water sources. The Lionman Scout Norwen replied.

"Is there anything else that can be done?"

"What if...... If the weather is good, I can barely see the direction if I can see the stars tonight, but ......"

"But what?"

"The nearby water sources were also covered by desert storms, and only a few Morligans could be found. ”

"Morligan......" The lion patriarch Aix listened, and his heart was also full of worry.

Morrigan is not too common in this desert plant, their roots can lock in a lot of water, but they also have very strong hallucinogenic properties.

Drinking to quench thirst, or waiting to die of thirst, this is Morrigan's choice question, how many people can stay calm in the face of desire, just like when you go to a deal with the devil, few people can soberly ask: So, what is the price?

"You go and rest first, I've had to work hard for you these days. Ax patted Novon on the shoulder, their race has fallen to this point, everyone is very angry in their hearts, but anger is not something to eat, the most important thing now is to live, find a suitable place to live and live, and then plan for the future.

"How's it going, Murrick?" asked as he saw his people resting in the shade of the boulder's narration, and walked quietly over to an older lion.

Murik shook his head, the situation was worse than they had imagined, they didn't have enough food.

The desert is always the enemy of most living beings, there are not many species here that can survive in large numbers, and even if they do, the taste must be very bad, such as sand lizards and other creatures, it is a waste of time to catch it, there is no meat in a hard shell, and it takes much more energy to catch it than to eat it.

"I see......" Ax didn't say anything more, turned around and found a shady place, and lay down comfortably. If even he doesn't show composure at this time, then there is little hope for this race.

In the heat wave, Ax saw that the people were praying, but was it any use? as a race banished to this dimension, they had long lost the protection of the gods, and if there were gods who would respond to them, then they would not be expelled from their own territory.

But what about the food? Aix was in distress, the people lived on food, and if there was no food, what would happen to the clan, he knew, he had seen it, and he could always feel this fear whenever the orcs were famine.

In short, take one step at a time. Aix closed his eyes and waited for the weather to cool down, they had to wait until the stars appeared in the night sky to show them the way, and then took advantage of the moonlight to move in order to keep them in good condition, such a hot day, walking during the day, would soon be dried and dehydrated by the sun.

Faintly, Aix seemed to hear the sound of the sand wolf's hooves stepping on the sand, getting closer and closer.

Years of combat experience made Ax sober up all of a sudden: "Formation, defense!"

Although the lion clan had lost many elites in the previous battle, it was still a well-trained tribe with all the people in the army, and without thinking much about it, they formed a circle under the leadership of the patriarch Aix, and looked at the sand wolves rushing from a distance with a little unease.

If it was the people who drove them, then the situation might be slightly better, if it was the sand pirates who came and went in the desert like the wind, then the situation would have been.

If the former loses the battle, at most he will be taken back, and as a slave, there will still be a glimmer of hope, but the latter will be killed directly, and the women will be insulted.

It's a pity that it's the latter, this notorious existence in the desert, it's the most annoying existence in the desert that connects several orc empires, if it were usual, they might not dare to do anything to the lion tribe, but now, all the orcs know that the lion tribe has been defeated and has fallen down, and it may be worth all the money if you send charcoal in the snow, but you will definitely be able to make something by falling into the well.

This is still the case with other races, not to mention the existence of sand pirates, composed of orc prisoners exiled from various races? they are already full of resentment against the authority of the orcs and those races that have exiled them, and now at this time, they are naturally sharpening their minions.

It's just that this group of sand thieves didn't seem to see the appearance of the lion tribe, and rushed towards the side of the lion tribe one by one, as if they were being chased by something, full of embarrassment.

This is unbelievable to Aix, even if many races join forces to encircle and suppress the sand thieves, they have never seen them so embarrassed, after all, this desert is the territory of the sand pirates, and the sand wolves under the seat are their sharp weapons, no matter what race they are, they will be left far behind, and then they may turn around and make a grimace to mock.

It's just that this time he was very embarrassed, and he didn't choose the way to go, and what was going on behind him? Earth Dragon? Aix was full of doubts, the only one who could chase the sand thieves in the desert was the Earth Dragon that existed in the desert among various races, right?

This is the same dragon species banished by the dragon clan, and the records in the ancient books are "boundless power", every time it devours the orc village, it will bring up the sky full of wind and sand, and the orc shamans feel that every "desert storm" is actually a storm set off by the earth dragon in order to compete for the position of the dragon king.

If it's really an earth dragon, it seems to be no different from encountering a sand thief, if the sand thief can't fill the belly of the earth dragon.

But what Aix didn't think about was that if it was really a soil dragon, then how could the sand thieves run so far? Earth dragons are not cats, they have no interest in playing with food. And if it was an earth dragon, then it would naturally set off a sky full of wind and sand, but now it is very calm, and even the air is much cooler, and the sensitive lion shaman even feels that the air is gradually becoming moist.

A figure appeared behind the sand thieves, seemingly slowly, but always kept the same distance from the sand thieves who were running wildly, the figure was wearing a light blue cloak, Ben carried a long sword on his back, and a short sword at his waist, and with his arrival, the surrounding area was filled with water elementals, which made the already hot and humid lions feel very cool.

The person who came was Ling, who was disturbed by the sand thieves and now launched a pursuit of the sand thieves, of course, Ling didn't want to kill so many sand thieves, although he was a robber, but it was not useless, at least he could listen to the information for himself.

Ling looked curiously at Ax and the others, who were waiting in battle, and didn't plan to play anymore, she gently raised her left hand and shook her open five fingers gently.

It's a spectacle that the lions have never seen in their lives, and they've all grown their mouths to watch things they can boast about for a lifetime.

In the otherwise dry desert, nine water columns rose into the sky, enveloping the sand pirates, and then the water columns converged in the sky, forming a huge water prison.

The water dungeon slowly shrank, and gradually, the sand pirates lost their place to move, or they were already shocked by this method, and they didn't even think about escaping.

Ling walked over to the water dungeon and asked in the lingua franca of Terra, "Which one, the leader?"

The lingua franca of Terra is not the lingua franca of the main plane of the world of Terra, but a magical language formed by using elemental energy with the help of the rules of the world, and it is a language created by the "God of Knowledge" to solve the problem of the language barrier of living beings in various dimensions in the world.

With elemental power, even slimes can understand what the caster is saying.

A werewolf who looked obviously shiny with oily coat howled a few times, and knew that this werewolf was one of the leaders of the sand thieves, after all, the sand pirates were still a large group, and it was impossible to dispatch them all at once, so they couldn't be caught all at once.

Then Ling released the werewolf, intending to inquire carefully, while the other sand thieves stayed in the water prison honestly, and there was one thing to say, seeing that they were not in danger of their lives for the time being, they were quite comfortable, after all, they had never seen such a wet water prison in their lives.

Drought in this dimension is the norm, there is a serious lack of water elements, and the orc shamans in the entire dimension are mostly earth or fire, and the water system cannot be said to be a none, but there is really no future for cultivation, and the water element that can be used is too little, and there is no way to form a relatively large elemental pool.

And the spells released by Ling are all through the spatial communication of the water elemental dimension to have such a shocking effect.

After a round of inquiry, Ling Fu raised his forehead, and in summary, the meaning expressed by the leader of the sand thieves was "I'm just an ugly robber, and I know a fart ......"

One thing to say, if a leader doesn't have a pioneering perspective, this organization can only continue to rob. Ling didn't expect them to surprise him, but said that he would do things for him in the future, otherwise, the end would be predictable. The sand thieves agreed, who did they work for anyway?

When you meet a powerful master, you naturally have to hug your thighs, in case you are appreciated by the boss one day and soar into the sky, it is not certain.

Giving up on getting information from the sand pirates, Ling could only turn her head to look at the lionmen, but fortunately they didn't run away, otherwise Ling would have had to work hard to get them back.

Ling still has a good impression of the lion race, after all, Ling's beloved disciple Qi Xun is a lion man, and now it seems that he is going back to take over the position of the patriarch of the "Thunder Lion Man", the lion branch, and it is Sarufar who is responsible for his succession ceremony, and when he learned that Qi Xun is willing to come back, he burst into tears, and finally made him wait for so many years, hoping that Qi Xun can revive the Thunder Lion clan.