Jasmine stepped out of the tent, the sun shining as brightly as ever, and even as she tried to look into the distance, all she could see was a light purple-gray sky and golden sand, and the dunes undulated, casting shadows like the tides. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Do you believe Moussa's?" a voice suddenly remembered behind her, startling Jasmine, and only relieved when she realized that the man was her uncle, "He's telling the truth......" she muttered.

"But you see it now, and nothing has happened," said her uncle, "and you should believe me, Jasmine, that Mosa was only tired of life here and instigated his people to leave here with him—he alone was insignificant, but a few hundred strong and agile warriors were different. "Jasmine's uncle said that Moses was not the first, nor the last, and that the hardships of life wore away their will like wind and sand, and that the honey, silk, and armour of the plundered weapons melted their persistence like the acid of a spider. The barbarians love freedom, they desire it, they will never be slaves, and for this reason they are not even willing to submit to the red dragon, although the royal capital of Grenada, a rich and powerful city, is at their side, and their fathers and fathers have never wanted to lay down their knees just to find a place in that city - but they are all old, or have gone to the mourning wasteland, and they cannot stop the ambition and desire of the young people, and there are constantly young people who leave their tents one night and never return.

They may have fulfilled their wishes, or they have become sacrifices and sacrifices, or they may have known that once they leave, there will be no turning back, and the moment they leave their tribe shows that they will only be enemies of the tribe and not relatives, and even if they return with gold and potions, they will be greeted only by arrows quenched with spider venom.

"What should we do?" Jasmine asked softly.

"In this way," said her uncle, "we are only poor little men, as every day before, and the legions of Grenada will not be adequately compensated even if they exterminate us, and nothing like that described by Moses can happen, have you ever seen people beat mosquitoes with a hammer? He hesitated, but stroked Jasmine's rough hair, like the other barbarian girls, her skin and hair were coarse, like sandstone, and lacked the moisture of water, but to her uncle, she was as beautiful as a flower blooming after a desert rain, but her uncle also knew that Jasmine was still far inferior to the girls of other places—he knew that Jasmine had always been fond of Mosa, and that was why he didn't say those cruel things— There were also women in the caravan, either prostitutes or slaves, but these women were killed at the strong demand of Mossa's father, and Jasmine's uncle was puzzled by this, but when he returned to his tent and accepted his wife's embrace, he suddenly understood that those women, as clean and soft as water, who would want a girl as rough as Jasmine? Before they had no way to domesticate their own spider-eaters, if they needed to escape, they would have to resort to other people's spider-eaters, so would they still have the speed to be weapons and shields? Even Jasmine's uncle was not sure that if he had tasted these women, he would still be able to leave them behind without hesitation when disaster struck......

But if Mosa could become a vassal of the prince of Grenada, or a slave, then as a warrior, he should also be able to have such a woman, like the soldiers of the attached legions, who were probably different from slaves and had their own property and weapons, but they could also enjoy the taverns, baths, and inns of the outer city as they pleased, and the warlocks and knights of the inner city sneered at, but for the barbarians, it was like a fantasy of life.

Musa will not come back and will not remember Jasmine.

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Muses came out of their "red bellies," and they had just been able to take a pleasant bath in the most inexpensive baths, which a man who had lived in the desert all year round could not have imagined, and the merchant had hired four slave girls to serve them. Even the cheapest of the pools were hot, and the milky white water looked like steamed cow and goat's milk, and smelled good because of the herbs, and their youngest companion could not help but secretly take a few sips, for he thought it was milk, but he quickly vomited, and whispered to Mouses that the water was astringent and bitter. He, and the others, seemed to have forgotten the desert, and were completely conquered by the riches and splendor of Grenada, and after their caretakers had taken them to the tavern for a feast, they believed that they had come to the realm of the gods. Because of Grenada's great demand for honey, all the food here is drenched with sweet juice, which is completely different from the honey of the spider-eater, which should be said to be secretions to be correct, and tastes only slightly sweet, more sour and greasy, but the sweetness here is thick and pure, and it conquers everyone's tongue at once.

Now only Mosa remembered that they were only between the walls of Grenada, in the midst of a chaotic city, where the streets were filled with not mercenaries, pawns or thieves...... And prostitutes. As unfamiliar faces, they quickly caught the attention of the others, but the receiver who was right next to them twisted his fingers and made a few subtle gestures, and those malicious eyes were distracted.

"Shall we have some wine?" asked Moussa's companion eagerly.

"Of course," said the answerer, "but we should go back to the inn room and drink it, and let the boss bring it to him, he has good blood wine there, and if you don't like blood wine, there are also regular rums and ales." Of course he wouldn't allow these people to drink outside, he could tell that they were hillbillies, and probably the farthest place he had ever been in his life was the market between the village and the city - he didn't know that they were the barbarians who were about to be destroyed by the Dragon's Tooth Legion, after all, he had only been in this dry and irritable place from Jianjaw Harbor for a few months, and although he was at home here because of the support of the branch leader, he still had no access to such critical information.

Mosa saw the excitement in his companion's eyes, and he wanted to say something, but he held back - the spider-eaters had very sensitive sensory organs, and wine was something they hated, so the barbarians never touched it, but in order to be able to follow the caravan into Grenada, their spider-eaters were killed by their masters, and after taking the poison glands and honey, they were buried forever in the desert - They brought in the eggs of the spider-eaters, which were covered in dust, and their mottled and uneven skin made them look like a pile of potatoes, so they were very successful in blinding the guards, who placed them in their backpacks like food for the mercenaries.

And now, in the rooms of the inn, the eggs were still in their skins, which looked as plain as their clothes, and even thieves would not have thought to find anything good in them, but there were still people who watched over them, and when Moses entered the room, he was sleeping soundly, and he was one of the tribes...... A tall man, but obviously lacking in wisdom, he only knew how to listen to Moses, and although he felt a little guilty about leaving him alone, Moses was still a little crying and laughing at the sight, he woke up the man, handed him the food he brought, he smiled at Mouses, and sat down on the bed and devoured it.

Mosa examined the eggs, these were cut out of the belly of the spider-eater, they were all mature eggs, through the milky yellow egg skin, you could feel the larvae wriggling in the eggs, it might only take three days, the longest was five days, they needed a huge, living desert spider, stabbed in its body, put these eggs in, without a warm and nutritious cave, these eggs would not have hatched successfully, and without the spider-eater, he and his companion's parents would have been reduced by more than half, at least in terms of martial arts, they could not compare with the sophisticated mercenaries and thieves who roamed outside the hotel。

He wondered if he should ask their receiver, but it was only the first day, would the dark-haired dragonborn get impatient with their recklessness and impatience and refuse to accept their loyalty?Mosa decided to wait another day, but his heart was like being roasted on a flame. And at this moment he heard the shouts and the clamour, and he rushed out of the room, and saw some people hurrying out, and he followed them, and the streets were already crowded with people, all of them holding their heads up, and Moses knew what was happening before he raised his head—a sound that every barbarian must be familiar with and fear, and even babies know not to weep when they hear it. It was the chirping of the griffinx, carrying their knights, passing through the lavender-colored sky, dense like rain clouds, and people had been watching the scene, although this was not uncommon in their daily training and exercises, but it was the first time they had seen so many griffinx and their knights, and the shadows they cast over everyone's faces and hearts.

"Is this a welcome ceremony?" one man asked, "or something else?" as he knew the Dragon's Tooth had a new owner.

"War," one man replied, "or slaughter, but if you want to see it as a welcoming ceremony, it's not impossible." ”

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The lich rode on the body of the male sphinx, and Keo accepted the saddle for only ten honey cakes, but without a bridle, a bridle is absolutely not allowed, and the soul of the other world will not accept it, and the former undead do not need to use these unreliable things to control a male sphinx.

In the camp of the Dragon's Teeth, the strong smell of Keo still did not dissipate, which made many knights have to reassure their irascible mounts again and again, but this is also a helpless thing, whether it is a frontal or sneak attack, the Sphinx of Cremar has achieved an irrefutable victory, and the victor always has a considerable number of privileges. For example, they could be the first to take to the skies in the presence of all the Hippogriffs, and Keo hovered low above their heads for a week, and the Lich could feel the bodies of the knights and Hippogriffs tense, and if Keo dared to humiliate them with urine again, he might be attacked by the horde.

But Keou didn't. Although as a male-faced sphinx, his position was suspicious, and his temperament was so lustful and cheap that his wife and son could not tolerate it, but he was not a fool or a madman, and of course he knew what to do when and when, so he just circled for a week and then flapped his wings and flew high into the air, and behind him, the hargy-headed sphinx rose up without having to worry about it, and the sound of their wings flapping was like a storm sweeping through the valley.

In the Dragon's Tooth Legion is the Trinity configuration, that is, three knights, and one warlock. A knight is responsible for harnessing the eagle-headed sphinx and protecting the enemy from the strikes of the warlock, the double saddle on the eagle-headed sphinx is special, and behind the knight is the warlock, except that they are back to back, so that the warlock's vision will not be bothered by the knight, but this cooperation requires a long period of training, especially the direction, you know, the warlock sees exactly the opposite of the knight, if the command given by the warlock, or the knight's judgment is wrong, they may rush directly into the enemy's spell or arrows- To their right and left, there was a knight, each armed with a large number of short spears and delicate crossbow arrows, which they used against enemies on the ground, and they didn't even need to throw them vigorously, hundreds of feet away could turn an egg to stone, and the short spear of black iron could nail an entire dinosaur to the rocky ground. Their crossbow arrows are heavier than those used by ordinary people, in order to ensure range and power, and when fighting in the air, these arrows are used against casters who use flying or levitation spells, because the crossbow arrows are very extravagant to use rune-engraved mythril, just like elves, and the enchantment of warlocks and mages allows them to shatter the caster's protective magic.

Where do we start? Less than a hundred feet from Cremar, Mitkot "speaks" in silence, wanting to talk in the air, unless he uses spells or shouts, and it is clear that Mitkot will not choose the latter two ways.

To the lich's surprise, Mitkot solved his problem of captain of the first detachment in a rough way - yes, he became the captain of the first detachment of the dragon's fang, which seemed to be the correct answer for him, and the strife and vacillation in the first detachment immediately calmed down, and his status was not too embarrassing, and as a guard, he had the right to be closest to Cremar.

The edge of the desert, the lich said, advances at the same time on both sides, converging at the center point.

Mitkot smiled, it seems that you don't want to give our enemies even a chance - brother, you will be favored by Gredi, he said, half-jokingly, I am about to be jealous of you. (To be continued.) )