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The city of renewed hope exudes a vibrant and festive flavor.

It's just that under this happy surface, there is an undercurrent surging.

"My lord, do you really believe in Amhal?"

In the north of the city, in an inconspicuous dwelling, the black-robed man who had just withdrawn his magic turned around and knelt down respectfully, and asked a middle-aged man who was dressed ordinarily and looked even more ordinary.

His voice was not at all as arrogant as when he spoke to Amhal, but rather cautious, for fear of angering the other party.

The old man sitting on the wooden chair hunched over, and he really couldn't see the slightest qualification, which could make the black-robed man who dared to dictate in front of Amhal to this point of respect.

"What about faith?"

However, compared with the ordinary appearance, the pronunciation of these four short words reflects an unusual meaning, short and bright, without fluctuations and ups and downs, like a machine with no intelligence and no feelings, indifferent to the point of coldness.

The old man's slightly godless eyes looked at the pattern on the armrest stupidly, but in the eyes of the dark-robed man, he was staring at him all the time, so he became more and more respectful, like the herald in front of Amhal, and did not dare to go beyond it in the slightest.

"What if you don't believe me?"

The interval between the two sentences dragged on for an extremely long time, until the black-robed man, who had always been pampered, knelt and his legs were numb, and he heard the third sentence: "Keep an eye on Amhal, I want to personally go and meet the so-called alternate member of the Mage Council for a while, and he actually dares to sneak into Wind and Sand City, the hand of the Mage Council is stretched too long!" ”

"Your Excellency!" The black-robed man was a little surprised, and said dumbfounded, "If you want to make a move, let's go with your humble position!" ”

The black-robed man did not question the old man's remarks, he believed that the old man's judgment was absolutely correct.

"You're not qualified enough!"

As soon as the words fell, before the black-robed man could continue to speak, the old man disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The black-robed man's face was still palpitating, and as soon as he stood up, he found that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, but the indifference on his face gradually returned, and he once again became the messenger of the Free Church who dared to sneer at Amhal.

In front of people is respect, and behind people is dogs, which is probably what it looks like.

……

Wu Liang and his entourage followed the old city lord to his mansion, and immediately received a warm hospitality, and he regarded the Qingluan people as his savior, so he took out all the precious ingredients in the mansion and held a small banquet for Wu Liang and others.

After he was full of wine and food, Jiang Luan signaled to Wu Liang, and immediately glanced at the old city lord, the meaning was self-evident.

It's time to show your cards!

"Old city lord!"

Wu Liang smiled warmly: "Since I came to Wind and Sand City, I have always had a doubt, I wonder if you can answer it for me?" ”

"Your Excellency, but it's okay to say!"

Compared with Wu Liang's enthusiasm, the old city lord seemed much more sincere.

"Since Windblown Sand City is the hub of the Aranok Desert connecting Ru Gain to the cities deep in the desert, why haven't I seen the Altar of Resurrection and a presence like me?"

In the central square of Wind and Sand City, there is no resurrection altar, and there is no player shop around, and there are only a handful of players seen in a whole day.

"Alas......" the old city lord sighed, "Your Excellency, you don't know, before wizards would encroach on the sacred Aranok Desert, there were many beings like you in Windblown Sand, but not long after I passed the throne to Amhal, there was a riot in the city, so the Altar of Resurrection was abolished!" ”

The old city lord was afraid of angering Wu Liang, so he didn't say who started the riot, but the meaning was already very clear.

Wu Liang suddenly realized that there had also been a player riot in the Ranger Camp, but the aborigines were not as aggressive as Wind Sand City when dealing with the results.

"Then the old city lord is not afraid of monsters attacking the city? You must know that we who have the ability to resurrect have grown into the main force to resist the monsters! ”

Wu thought that the old city lord would show bitterness and worry about the matter, but the old man said with some pride: "Fengsha City, which has believed in the god of the desert for generations, is blessed by the god of the desert, and the monsters dare not violate the majesty of the god of the desert, and will definitely bless my Fengsha City for a long time." ”

When the old city lord spoke, his face was pious, and in the eyes of Wu Liang and the others, there was no difference between it and the old god stick who spread the cult, but Wu Liang still followed the old city lord's mind and asked, "Could it be that the god of the desert is so magical?" ”

"Of course!"

The old man said without hesitation, "There was once a danger of annihilation in Wind and Sand City, and it was the manifestation of the god of the desert that rescued us!" ”

Is there really a desert god?

Wu Liang was stunned, and couldn't help but look at everyone present, and then a message came to mind, and blurted out: "The old city lord doesn't rely on the god of the desert to make Amhal so jealous of you, right?" ”

As soon as the words came out, Wu Liang secretly shouted that he wanted something bad, and wanted to knock on the side to draw out the old city lord's hole cards, but he looked at the appearance of the old city lord, and he couldn't help but ask for evidence.

However, the old city lord who heard this was only stunned, but he didn't pay much attention, nodded his head, and said affirmatively: "At that time, I had only just become the city lord, and Amhal was still practicing with me, and he also witnessed the majesty of the desert god with his own eyes!" That rebel knew that I had a way to communicate directly with the god of the desert, so he didn't dare to kill me blatantly in the city, so he used the excuse of looking for food to squeeze me and the old guys away. ”

With his eyes rolling, Wu Liang glanced at the team's private chat space and found that there had been a lot of noise inside.

Li Bingtian complained vigorously that the old man was unreliable, but Zhao Huangqi affirmed his statement, and insisted on exploring the tone of the neutral faction first, obviously not having much hope for this old city lord who was weak enough to be captured by sand thieves. As for the flower monk and the weeping willow and others that year, they were completely silent.

"Old City Lord, since you can communicate directly with the God of the Desert...... Wu Liang said tentatively, "Then why were you forced to leave?" Isn't it better to directly sacrifice this powerful desert god than to go out to find food? ”

"That being said!"

Speaking of this, the old city lord seemed to have an unspeakable secret, his face was not good, and he was ashamed to speak, and after hesitating for a while, he said: "But I suddenly can't contact the god of the desert!" ”

Private chat space.

Bingyiren: (disgusted) Look at what I'm talking about? I know that this old man is not useful, where is there any so-called hole cards, I think that Amhal is also stupid, after so many years, he still believes in this evil, isn't he ambitious? Why don't you even have the guts to do that?

Zhao Laoshi: The key is how to communicate with the god of the desert!

Bingyiren: Then what can you say?

Zhao Laoshi: Let's listen to what the old city lord has to say.

"Then ......," Wu Liang thought for a moment, "can I know how you got in touch with the desert god?" ”

"What's so hard about that?"

The old city lord said very casually, and directly took out a piece of golden jade from his sleeve and placed it in front of Wu Liang.

Forehead......

Seeing the old city lord's actions, Wu Liang subconsciously chose to believe the judgment of the gang leader, but he still stretched out his hand and took the golden jade in his hand.

Starting with Wen Run, not like an ordinary thing, Wu Liang performed the exploration technique, and his eyebrows couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he shared the information with everyone.

【Messenger Stone of the Desert God】

Type: Strange Things

Effect: Communicates with the god of the Aranok desert

Introduction: Infuse the energy and you will hear the guidance of the god of the desert.

"This name is really simple and straightforward!"

Wu Liang couldn't help but pout, and immediately tried to introduce the holy light, but inexplicably encountered an obstacle, and the holy light could not break through and inject into the communication stone.

"This?"

The old city lord saw Wu Liang's doubts, nodded in frustration, and said helplessly: "Not long ago, a sky-high light came from the west of the Aranok Desert, and since then, I can no longer communicate with the god of the desert!" ”

West of the Aranok Desert? Isn't that Canduras and the Black Ring Mountain?

When the gates of the Kamhera era opened, a pillar of light appeared, and the desert god was lost as a result, could he be related to the Kamhera era?

As a first-hand witness of the turmoil of the Kamhela era, Wu Liang remembers it vividly, and he is extremely interested in everything related to it.

However, just as he was about to dig deeper and inquire more about the old city lord, a voice actually sounded in his mind.

"It seems that the Mage Council is really rotten, and it actually made an alien an alternate councilor! You don't have to worry about the desert gods anymore! Go back and forth from where you want! ”

A colossal momentum was pressed down, Wu Liang's heart suddenly became alarmed, and an old man suddenly appeared in the void in front of him, staring at Wu Liang quietly with an indifferent gaze like a dead man.