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In the vastness, there is no end in sight, only the scorching sun above the head indicates a fixed direction, so that people will not get lost. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA figure walked through the desolation at great speed, leaving behind a series of deep and shallow footprints, which disappeared without a trace as a gust of wind blew.

This figure is Darko, who has been running for more than ten hours. Fortunately or unfortunately, he arrived in this area after the second teleportation. Footprints left on the loose sand, even if not deliberately concealed, will disappear after a few minutes, and even the smell will not be left in such an environment.

By the time he got to this piece, Darko was already sure that even if the Vitamin Guild killers continued to chase him, they wouldn't be able to track him down. Although the purpose of coming to the Mercury plane is to close the gap between the opponent and himself, the best strategy when he can choose is to avoid contact. This is where he gets lucky.

The wind was so strong that it made a strange shrill sound like a howl of despair from the strange stone pillars and stretches of sand dunes. So Darko learned the name of the piece - Wailing, one of the three Jedi of the Mercury plane. That's where his misfortune lies.

It is said that in the center of this wailing area, there is a Void Rift, and the raging hurricane is caused by that Void Rift when it cuts through space. Of course, this is just a rumor, because the people who enter the center of the wailing area have never been able to come out alive, so this rumor can only be passed down as a rumor half-truth, which can neither be proved nor falsified.

The terrain formed by the sand dunes is constantly changing due to the strong winds, and every other month, the wailing terrain changes completely different, so the map is useless here. The harsh environment also breeds tenacious life, and the layers of sand dunes create unique landscapes as they move, allowing a large number of adaptable monsters to live here.

The size of the monsters in the Mercury plane is generally larger than that of the Ametsia plane, because the plane's hierarchical restrictions make them few natural predators, allowing them to evolve in the direction of large volumes. This helped Darko a lot, and he was often able to spot the monster from a distance and change its route in time to avoid it.

Oases sometimes form in the intervals of the dunes, and these oases are also short-lived, usually forming after a heavy rain and disappearing after months or even days. But in any case, where there is water, there is more life, and in a small oasis, a few saber-toothed tigers and a pack of rotten wolves face off against each other on an invisible border. Ten minutes later, the confrontation yielded results, and they each occupied one end of the oasis and rested.

Darko noticed the oasis as well, and he licked his lips, eventually getting out of the way. Even so, Darko's trail caught the attention of several rotting wolves on the oasis. They looked up alarmedly, seemed stunned for a moment when they spotted the human, and then seemed to run slowly, and then hung a short distance behind Dakko.

Darko sensed the rotting wolf's stalking, and continued to run at his own pace. The wolves were getting closer and closer, and Darko knew that when the distance between the two sides reached a tipping point, the wolves would rush up desperately. Fortunately, rotting wolves are very cautious and cunning creatures, and the critical distance they choose is relatively close, and just when they are about to charge, they have already entered the range of Dakko's spiritual power.

"Wei!" Darko turned abruptly and assumed a pose that he thought was mighty and domineering, while learning the languid tone of Vitk4 to spit out a sentence softly. The rotting wolves were startled at first when they saw Darko's turn, and then seemed to sense something, and a look of fear appeared in their eyes, and they immediately ran away with their tails between their legs.

The harsher the environment, the more sensitive the beast's instincts to danger become, and Darko used a weakened will to deal with the rotting wolf, and it worked. Darko swallowed hard, and he remembered the deliciousness of roasted wolf legs. It's a pity that now is not the time, if there is a battle with the demonic beast, there will be many traces that cannot be concealed, which is likely to directly affect his escape plan.

Darko reluctantly looked back at the oasis again, then resolutely turned around, calculated the distance he had traveled, and then took out a random teleportation scroll and tore it open.

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The third teleportation, Darko's good luck came to an end.

"Wei!" As soon as the space around him stabilized, Darko felt the hostility around him, so he subconsciously sent out a weakened will. When he saw the scene around him clearly, more than a dozen demonic beasts with thorns all over their bodies were rushing towards him with red eyes.

Before Darko could react, he was knocked into the air from a high ground. Fortunately, in order to cool down in the middle, Dakko had been wearing ice armor on his body before, and this attack was blocked by the ice armor, and the ice armor also turned into a piece of crystal, marking the trajectory of Dako's throwing. Even so, Darko was still knocked unconscious by these monsters, and his entire spine felt a huge pain.

Falling to the ground and rolling a few times, Darko jumped to his feet, tore open a gallop and ran wildly. The alternating escape method of running and teleporting is the most suitable method for Dakko to escape the pursuit at this stage. Especially in the first few teleportations, if you teleport twice in a row, the concealment will be greatly reduced. So as a last resort, Daktronics didn't want to do continuous transmission.

In a quick escape, Darko saw clearly the monster that had just attacked him, which was dozens of hedged lizards larger than rotting wolves. The hedgelizard is a living monster with spiny protrusions like pufferfish all over their bodies. In order to survive in drought, they have a special ability to absorb all the water that the spikes come into contact with. As long as other magical beasts are stabbed by them, they will lose all the water in their bodies within a few minutes and turn into a dried corpse.

When Darko looked back, he saw several fragments of the Ice Armor hanging between the spikes of the lizard, turning into pubs of water at a speed visible to the naked eye and then absorbing them. Seeing their red eyes again, Darko secretly screamed that it was not good, this thorn lizard was a third-order demonic beast, and the weakening of his will not only failed to subdue them, but instead aroused their ferocity, so it became the current situation.

Darko secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't expect that the weakening of the will that seemed to pull the wind could not be used casually. Fortunately, the speed of the hedgelid is not very fast, and Darko is extremely experienced in escaping, so he quickly found a moderate speed, so that the hedgelid could not catch up with him, and he did not need to consume too much physical strength.

In between, there is always a deep kick to stop, but Dakko has found a way to deal with it. Lose weight with the Light Body, then speed up with the Speed Movement, landing on the sole of your foot when it touches the ground, so that you can rush forward before you sink.

Rushing up a slope to the top of the dune, Darko saw a huge cactus, more than two people tall, with a spherical appearance, and a green color in the scorching heat. Darko looked back at the lizards that were still slowly chasing down the slope and decided to rest for a while. Although the hedgelid has good stamina, it lacks powerful attack methods and cannot pose much of a threat to him.

Darko walked behind the shadow of the cactus and wanted to sit down and rest, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He remembered some common knowledge in the book, in which plants usually grow in the windward part of the dark side of the dune in order to avoid the attack of wind and sand, and not on the top of the dune.

Thinking of this, Darko suddenly had an alarm, and he hurriedly threw himself forward, several arrow-like attacks scratching a few blood marks on Darko's back, and then shooting deep into the soft sand. Darko snorted, but it was too late to bandage the wound, because the huge shadow behind him had already poured down on him, and the spikes were about to pierce him.

Dakko didn't have time to get up and hurried towards the other side of the dune. As I rolled, I saw that the huge cactus ball also rolled, and it had no roots! The sharp thorns on it were constantly swinging, playing the role of moving and controlling the direction.

Darko's pupils contracted suddenly, and he recognized this magic plant! The Immortal Wheel in the Fourth-Order Demon Plant! The Immortal Wheel was a magic plant native to the Amesia plane, although it was a herbaceous magic plant, its rarity was also comparable to that of a woody magic plant. The sap is used to craft healing potions, and the hard spikes on it can be used to craft high-quality arrows.

Although the Immortal Wheel is only a fourth-order demon plant, it is rare to see the materials of the Immortal Wheel in the Ameixia plane, because it will burst itself at the moment of death, and the hard thorns and juice all over the body will be scattered and splashed, making it difficult to collect. Darko certainly didn't think to collect its juice, because by this time he was already too busy to take care of himself. The speed at which the Cactus rolls is not very fast, about the same as the speed at which Darko rolls sideways. But Darko was miserable, not to mention the sand after eating a mouthful, the place on his back that was scratched by the hard punctures shot by the cactus wheel had gradually become itchy, and Darko knew that this was the cause of the poisoning.

So Darko was tumbling and began to prepare for magic. The mana fluctuations gradually became stronger, but there was no sound of chanting spells, one of Darko's three true name abilities, silent chanting. Now Darko's spell casting has really reached the level of silent hair, which is thanks to his silent recitation ability, which can play a role in attacking the opponent by surprise in ordinary battles, but it is not helpful for Darko's current situation.

As a cloud of frost gathered, a boxy cage sealed the Immortal Wheel inside. Darko couldn't stop rolling and rolled down the slope on the other side of the dune. In the distance, Darko saw the dozen or so hedgeliads begin to attack the Ice Cage and take in the water. The end result must be that both the Cactus and the Thorn Lizards will lose, but that is no longer something Dakko needs to focus on. His only hope was that the fight between the two sides would mask the fluctuations in Darko's spell and allow him to continue his escape in peace.

Spit out the sand from his mouth, take out a bottle of antidote, and drink it, and Darko began to continue his escape journey again.

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The danger does not only come from the monsters, but the harsh natural environment can also constantly wear down people's strength and will. Darko was wrapped in a cloak, but the dry wind still blew his skin cracked, and with the slightest movement, it cracked and spilled blood.

Darko was no longer undead, but he found himself still hating the sun, the scorching heat of which would hasten the loss of power. When the sunlight is so strong that it is so strong, the speed of the passage is obvious, and it creates a lot of images for Darko's escape plan.

Every two to four hours that Daktronics runs, he tears open a random teleportation scroll. The harsh circumstances did not deter the implementation of the escape plan. Many times, Dakko teleported to one place and found that he was still in the middle of it, but the surroundings were very similar to those he remembered, as if he had just run over. Darko knew it was because the terrain was the same, which gave him the illusion.

What I fear most is not getting lost, but despair. Many people who enter the wailing because they mistakenly think that they are going in circles, and they give up on their journey because they are desperate, and they are roasted to a dry corpse by the scorching heat, and they become a dry skeleton, when in fact they may not be far from the edge.

And Daktronics, who rushes by randomly teleporting scrolls, is actually more likely to have such an illusion. But Darko has experienced countless changes in his past and present lives, and compared to the current level of only a junior magician, his resolute willpower can reflect his strength more. In order not to be confused by the vision, most of the time Darko just closed his eyes and ran, there was nothing to worry about, but he was able to rush at a faster speed.

The heat, cold, drought and sunshine did not pose much of a threat to the well-prepared Dakko, and the most threatening threat to him was actually a sandstorm.

Ever since he entered the wailing, Darko had seen the sandstorm, but it was happening on the other side of the world. Even so, Darko could still feel the power from a distant observation, the sandstorm that covered the sky with sand grains, and the lethality was equivalent to that of a fourth-level qi magic. Shocked, Darko could only pray that such a sandstorm would not be encountered by himself.

As it turns out, for an unbeliever like Dako, prayer is always counterproductive.

At night, when Darko finally made it to the horizon, he sat down on a sand dune wearily and took a sip of water. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the air around him was unusually calm. Dakko took his index finger in his mouth, then put it in the air, and after quietly sensing it for a while, he suddenly noticed that there was no wind at all.

Darko immediately became nervous, the air system is also his natural magic, when he was in the magic academy, he and Wendy exchanged a lot of knowledge about the magic of the air system, and also learned about some storms under the control of natural laws, this change in front of him is obviously the tranquility on the eve of the storm.

The wailing storm was numerous, and the wind blew from the moment it entered, but it was the norm. If there is a sudden absence of wind like the present, it is a sign that a sandstorm is coming!

What would it be like for a fourth-level magic with an attack range of tens of kilometers? Darko had never experienced it, and he couldn't imagine it at all. At this moment, Dakori saw a black shadow across the entire horizon in the direction of the depths of the wail, like a tsunami of Buddha Mountain collapse! At the same time, the originally stagnant air picked up, and Dakoto gasped.

The storm is never a simple storm, the strong wind will sweep the sand and gravel on the ground into the wind, increasing the power of the storm, and the sand and gravel in high-speed movement will hit people's bodies, even samurai in light armor will be pierced through the defense. But Darko didn't even have armor, so he hurriedly pulled out five defensive scrolls and surrounded himself into a turtle.

The overwhelming black shadow on the distant horizon came slowly, and Darko's last reaction was to roll to a low-lying place, use the trap to open a shallow pit, and then jump into it. Looking at the sand and gravel whistling overhead, Darko's expression became more and more solemn, and now it was too late to take protective measures, so he could only rely on his own layers of defensive magic to resist. Looking at the overwhelming black shadow, Darko truly realized the power of the laws of nature, although Darko was strong-willed, but was he capable of resisting this terrible power of nature?

The howling of the wind, the sonorous sound of the sand and rocks, and the drums and hunting in the corners of the clothes are intertwined into a symphony that makes people tremble. Almost at the moment of the sandstorm, the half-buried Dakko was buried alive. Then the sand and gravel that had just rushed in were blown into the sky again, and Dakko was exposed to the wind and sand again.

Darko was thus reincarnated in the interval between being buried and being blown away, and the magic fluctuations came one after another, that is, the defensive magic in his body was constantly shattered in the blow of the sandstorm. The grains of sand in the strong wind crashed into Dako's body, and it hurt like being stung by a wild bee, even through several layers of defense.

In the wailing, the wind wall with a large amount of sand and gravel grew higher and higher, and in the dark night, only a dark shadow could be seen. Under the wall of wind that obscured the sky, the bright moon also disappeared, and the whole world was once again plunged into endless darkness.