Jasmine's uncle sat on the sand dunes, and though he thought Jasmine's worries were ridiculous, he couldn't help but look at the sky, the desert, and the part in between, perhaps because deep down he also had a fear of the spellcasters in Grenada—he had seen the warlocks summon thunder and lightning, blow winds, turn steel into lava, or silently take many lives...... Although he still doesn't think they can control Sandstorm, these guys are cruel and powerful, and it must be admitted, when they encounter the caster, they only have to run as fast as they can, and they don't have the courage to fight them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, the wind blew across his cheeks, and Jasmine's cheeks were like sandstone to the touch, and as an old barbarian male, Uncle Jasmine's cheeks were as thick and rough as the skin of a dinosaur. The scorching sun and the sand left a deep mark, and even so, he could still feel the strength of the wind increasing rapidly, and he slammed into the sand, his eyes fixed on the sand, and the surface of the sand seemed to be pushed by something, and each sand was rolling at an even speed, which was not even noticed by the kind of person who lived in the desert all year round - after all, there was still sand underneath the sand. But Jasmine's uncle would not ignore this dangerous sign, and he put his finger in his mouth, smeared it with saliva, and then reached into the air, looking for the direction of the wind, while at the same time he shivered, not from fear, but from the cold, the sun was still shining, but the temperature of the desert was rapidly dropping, and the strong wind penetrated his gerbilskin coat and tights, stirring up layer after layer of small particles on the hidden skin.

He stood there, counting the numbers, from one to a hundred, and the wind did not change direction, nor did it become faint, on the contrary, it was becoming more violent. Jasmine's uncle paused, spun out of the dunes like a hurricane, and as he ran, he shouted, "Sandstorm!" The people of the tribe sprang into action at once, and it was not the first time they had encountered a sandstorm, so no one was too alarmed, and the women quickly put away their tents—these simple tents were just a few wooden poles with cloth, and they pulled the cloth down from the poles, and then they put down the poles, and twisted the spear tips on the poles, which were their only long weapons, and then the women wrapped the children and the few utensils in cloth, and carried them on their backs, and every spider-eater was summoned. They rubbed their chelates and claws constantly, appearing restless. When one of the elders tried to order them to spit out the glue and condense the sand to make a shelter, his spider-eater attacked him furiously, and while he narrowly didn't die on the spot with the help of the crowd, he was likely to be left behind—when all the spider-eaters didn't want to stay here.

"What is it that scares them?" asked Jasmine's uncle. And Moses' uncle turned his head, and the elders, who looked at each other with gloomy expressions, and looked at everyone who dared to question them with a fierce look, "Spider-eaters also have enemies in this desert. One elder reluctantly said that he was not lying, that the spider-eaters had always been the little dessert of the winged serpents and the sphinx, and that it was because of this that the spider-eaters had finally evolved at such an astonishing speed - although more people thought that Mossa's words might be true, but no one cared about it now, and Jasmine's uncle did not wait for an answer, he ran to Jasmine, pulled down her package, and threw it on the ground.

"Wait!" cried Jasmine, the package containing a mirror she had recently gotten her hands on, the mirror was copper, the size of a palm, and the surface was blurred, and the countless scratches made it only mottled shadows, but Jasmine had been grinding it every day with the cilia of the spider-eater, hoping to polish it.

"I can't take care of that," cried Jasmine's uncle, "we can't have any more weight." He pushed Jasmine onto her spider-eater, then his own, and with a shrill hiss, their spider-eaters vibrated their wings and flew up, they didn't even fly very high, they just flew close to the sand, and looking down from them, they could see that the sand was progressing like waves, and they were still moving fast, Jasmine turned her head to look for her package, and found that it was only a few breaths away, it had been flooded with sand, she turned her head nervously, staring ahead, the wind was pushing them, her spider-eater had never flown so fast, so fast that she could hardly breathe。

And not long after they left their original camp, a white line appeared in the sky, and this white line stretched from one end of the desert to the other end of the desert, and it was rapidly widening and expanding, from a line to a strip, and then from a strip to a block, and finally from a block to a surface, and it was like a heavy veil hanging from the highest point of the heavenly dome, connecting the desert. From a distance, it was so unhurried, graceful and calm, but only those who followed them closely behind could know how terrifying their speed was.

Hundreds of warlocks each tasked with a battle line, with a look of excitement on their faces, a cruel smile, and a look of contentment that looks like the sphinxes have eaten too much of this plane, is a pleasant sensation that is characteristic of every caster when they feel the powerful magical energy flowing through their bodies, some say it even surpasses appetite and another ancient desire, and even for warlocks who work for Grenada's Dragon's Tooth Legion, this feeling is not often felt- When casting spells, the caster draws most of their power from the magic galaxy, but some of the power still comes from themselves, but if they only use scrolls, rune disks, and wands to cast spells, the power they need to pay is negligible. The tiny ones were barely felt, but the feeling of waves of magical energy rushing through his body and gushing out of his fingertips would never change, and this pleasure was especially evident when using the scrolls copied by spellcasters who were more powerful than himself, and the wands and rune disks he made.

And today, the power they use comes from Gredi, the power bestowed upon them by the great goddess is endless, and it seems that it will never dry up, and the magical energy hits their bodies, making their hearts like hot and tumbling magma, and they dance their fingers, chant incantations, and watch the wind and sand roll up after them, not a few feet, dozens of feet, but thousands or even tens of thousands of feet, and even they themselves cannot see their companions, but fortunately they still have spells, spells that bind them, and ensure that they can move forward in a straight line at the same time- A huge sandstorm was at their feet, and the wind stirred the sand and blew them, and the eagle-headed sphinx flapped their wings with all their might, and in a short distance they could hardly match the speed of the spider-eaters, but in terms of durability, they were far superior to these sweet little worms.

One of the warlocks glanced at the guardian sphinx, and the knight on the sphinx took out a magic paraphernalia and immersed it in a frenzied storm, and after a few breaths lifted it to look at the numbers on it—it was an indication of their speed, at which rate they might need a few more tiles before they could join their mate—and the knight patted the griffinx and encouraged it to work harder by gesturing it to prepare a live calf when it returned.

Warlocks are also under this heavy pressure, and while the power of the wind in the shards allows them to cast spells without fear, the mental power required to cast spells is still drawn from themselves, and they have to change them every three blocks.

The new Warlock took his place, holding the Rune Seal in his hand, one for each Warlock who casts the spell, and they are connected to the precious treasure bestowed by the "Mother" Gredi, from which the magic of manipulating the Sandstorm comes But the person who came up with this idea and turned it into reality was not the new king, nor his eldest son, Mitkot, nor the red dragon's children, Kelmen and Kelce, but the new owner of the dragon's fangs, the youngest son of the new king, a black-haired dragonborn with elven blood, who could not be trusted by them. Thinking of this, the warlocks had mixed feelings, and they couldn't be sure for a moment whether it was good or bad that the dragon's bloodline had finally defeated the elven bloodline.

"What's wrong?" the knight behind him noticed the warlock's abnormality, and asked him both as a reminder and a warning - after all, every knight also has a warlock to work with him all year round, and he didn't want to switch partners throughout the chaotic period for the time being.

"I'm sorry. The warlock said, "I was almost mesmerized by it." With that, he immediately fell into a state of distraction, and the hurricane, which had been kinder with the magic gone, roared wildly again.

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The Lich led the first detachment to a central point in the desert, accompanied by the fourth and sixth detachments.

"It's a pity," said one of the warlocks, "that the barbarians didn't stay in their bug nests, and they seemed to flee at the sight of the sandstorm coming." "He's from Team 6, with scales on his forehead and a tail hanging behind him, showing off his Dragonborn identity. He sat sideways, after all, neither he nor his knight could speak to the new owner of the Dragon's Tooth in a way that was too rude: "Our column failed to find traces of them. ”

"They have nowhere to go. The captain of the fourth detachment said that he was not a member of Mitkot's man in the first place, and that there seemed nothing wrong with speaking from the side of Cremar: "I think our commander is ready to surprise them greatly." ”

"If you can," the Dragonborn Warlock of Squad 6 bowed, and asked with a feigned humility, "Can we get a hint ahead of time?" ”

"Oh, the Endless Abyss is below," the captain of the fourth detachment smiled as the lich looked over, yes, the black-haired dragonborn's mounts had defeated all the Harpy-headed Sphinxes, but their new master had yet to come up with an answer that would convince them, and while he seemed to have a profound study of runes, this was Grenada, who were sometimes quite rough and had untold pleasures from it. "I hate you," he said to the Warlocks of the Fourth Detachment, "but I must admit that you speak my heart—your Highness, we should not be treated the same as those poor little worms—and perhaps you should need our help, tell us, whether it is the knights' spears, or the magic of the warlocks, we are waiting for your orders. ”

The lich calmly pointed to them.

The warlocks of the sixth detachment looked down with the captain of the fourth detachment, and all they could see was the slightly rippling sand.

"I don't think I need anyone's help just yet," said the former undead, "and I'll show you what it will be a very beautiful sight." ”

The captain of the fourth detachment smiled, "That's great," he said, "and I'm sure you won't let us down." ”

At the behest of the black-haired drakelet, each of the Harpy-headed Sphinx took off, hovering in the air in an orderly manner, and a small spot in the vortex was Cremar and his mount, the abominable male-faced Sphinx, all eyes on them.

"I said," the sphinx said suddenly, "are you really going to do this?"

"Why not?" replied the lich, "this is a test, the most conventional kind, and people who can't get their hands covered in the blood of innocents won't be accepted by Grenada." ”

"There will be women and children among those people. ”

"There is no way to do it," said the lich, "and I can leave Moses on the last line." How's that, are you going to throw me down?"

"Of course...... No. The sphinx said, but he said in his heart, I'm just going to shove your head into your beep-beep.

But at that moment, he heard the caster chanting a lengthy spell that sounded like it had something to do with water— This is an ordinary spell that is not ordinary, the reason why it is not ordinary is because the magic energy it brings is too powerful, so powerful that even Ke Ou has to tremble, he wants to speak, but he can't open his mouth at all, he wants to make a move, but even the flapping of his wings becomes difficult, for a moment, Ke Ou wants to just go down like this, but he wants to say that he wants to give the dragonborn on his body one last chance.

The desert beneath him was changing.

The sand is glowing. No, it's not glowing, Keou retorted to himself, it's water, and water reflects sunlight.

Water in the desert has symbolized life many times, from a human on the verge of death to a flower that leaves only seeds, but sometimes, it means a desperate death.

Quicksand. (To be continued.) )