Even the knights of the dragon's teeth couldn't help but show a look of fear, no one can understand the cruelty and horror of the desert better than the people who live next to the desert, if the sandstorm is the anger and irritability of the desert outside, then the quicksand is the coldness and viciousness hidden in the heart of the desert - Especially in this desert that encompasses Grenada, its quicksand never appears or disappears without warning, and once it appears, it can engulf an entire caravan at the very least, it is more terrifying than a swamp, if you are unfortunate enough to fall into a swamp, people can still find opportunities with their eyes and fingers, but in the desert, all you can see and catch is sand- And the quicksand here is more dangerous than any place, the warlocks have studied, the weight of the sand and the size of the particles can just merge with the water to form a viscous whirlpool with great grip, and the buoyancy of the water is not enough to float a person, once ordinary people fall into the quicksand, it is impossible to climb out with their own strength, the caster can, but the action must be fast, in this regard, the warlock has an advantage over the mage, after all, the latter can only cast spells that have been memorized, if there is no suitable spell at that time, then ......

The wind was sharpening, suppressing the power of Keo deep into the ground, and his pressure became lighter, and the sphinx, almost instinctively, swept up into the air with its wings, and from this height, he could clearly see that a graceful round shape had been revealed below, and the sand dunes were sinking, and the original depression was bulging, and finally assimilated with the sand dunes into a flat sandy field. The curtains formed by the sandstorm were clearly visible, they seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, closed in the middle, and the actors on this huge stage, the pathetic desert barbarians, were about to make a curtain call. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Keo suddenly couldn't understand the black-haired dragonborn, unlike his wife and son, he was happy to interact with humans, of course, the barbarians were not so greedy and stupid at that time, and those non-Grenada merchants still had at least a little human emotion, he didn't feel that he would be deceived by a dragonborn, even if he was older than Keo, but there was always something that could not be concealed- Of course, Keo didn't know that he had a similar opinion to the captain of the Sparrow, Corbett, and the elf Kerry, but he was hesitant now—if there were only adult men, he might be able to comfort himself with this war, but did he already see the women and the children on their backs.

Jasmine leaned on the back of the spider-eater, because the spider-eater resembled a giant wasp, so it was not so much a human riding on them, but a half-clamped and half-kneeling waist compared to their strong chest and fat belly, but this was nothing to her, just like the Normans of the northern highlands, both men and women, young and old, were good at riding horses, they also learned how to run and hunt down prey on spider-eaters from a toddler's age, this time she gave up everything, and the ten fingers of her hands were deeply embedded in the place where the spider-eater's forelimbs and body were connectedIt was a place that had a curved exoskeleton that connected to nerves, and when they couldn't make a sound, they could make the spider-eaters understand what they meant.

But now, the spider-eaters did not follow the orders of humans at all, but followed their instincts and ran desperately, the speed of the sandstorm was so fast, and so stubborn, it did not change direction, and it did not weaken, when the wind blew in the sand, it was like a needle piercing the spider-eaters and humans, and the place where Jasmine was not covered by the turban and clothes was already covered with blood, but that was not what frightened her the most, what frightened her was that the speed of the spider-eaters was becoming slow, not because they had lost their strength in the long flightThe wind and sand continued to hit their membranous wings - although the membranous wings of the spider-eaters were not so fragile, they were alive and made of flesh and blood, and Jasmine did not see, but heard that the membranous wings were being torn apart - at first they were just small holes that mortal eyes could not even detect, and then the small holes joined together and became long and narrow slits, which were slowly torn open and finally broken under the double vibration of the wings and the wrath of the wind and sand...... They screamed in the wind, and she clung to Jasmine as a piece of shattered membranous wings fell on it, and now she could only pray to their former gods, that the spider-eaters would hold out to the end of the desert, where sandstorms could not cross, and that when they reached the gravel desert, they would stop and rest—probably most of them would lose their spider-eaters, but as long as there were eggs in the stomachs of the spider-eaters, their tribe would survive.

But Jasmine was a little reluctant, her spider-eater had been raised from an egg to an adult by herself, not from the elders' hands like most people, but she also had a baby in her arms, he was the grandson of an elder and his only relative, and the elders fled with them when the sandstorm came, but his spider-eater somehow rioted and he was thrown to the sand...... Jasmine did not know what had happened, but she remembered that the old man was crying out loudly with his baby held aloft in his arms, desperate and angry, but no one dared to stay under the threat of a sandstorm, and perhaps a little angry—if they had obeyed Mossa's decision, they would not have had to flee in such a hasty and miserable manner. Only Jasmine swooped down and grabbed the child, and the elder's eyes met hers, but the moment was too short, so short that Jasmine couldn't read anything from it, but Jasmine thought he regretted it, and everyone in the tribe regretted it.

They place their lives and dignity on the negligence of others.

The baby was between her and the spider-eater's back shell, which was extremely hard and had raised thorns, even with heavy gerbil skin swaddling clothes, the child must have felt very uncomfortable, and Jasmine had no hands to hold her, she could only lower her body and wrap the child in her arms, but he didn't cry, he didn't struggle, his little face wrinkled, his eyes closed, and the sand left a few distinct blood marks on his soft cheeks that had not been destroyed by the wind and sand.

But he was so soft, and so hot, even with the clothes, the strength of his little heart beating could be clearly felt by Jasmine, she gritted her teeth, she knew that she shouldn't cry now, there was no time and place for her to cry, but her chest swelled out, and uncontrollable sourness poured out of her throat and nose - she wanted him to live, she wanted to live, but the desert was so big, and the sandstorm was so fast- As if fate had decided that Jasmine was not desperate enough, she heard the cries of her people, but not of joy, but of horror, and a spider-eating beast surprised her to meet her, and the barbarian above had a face that seemed not so strange. Jasmine seems to have seen him at an inter-tribal gathering.

At the same time, Jasmine had seen the white thread, not the one that was chasing them, but the one that preceded them - they were being volleyed on both sides of the sandstorm, which was not a punishment that could be done naturally, Mosa was right, and the Grenadas had indeed found a way to manipulate the sandstorm.

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"There are ten tribes of the desert barbarians," said Mitkot, "and we seem to see only seven now. ”

The captain of the third detachment bowed to Mitkot and the Lich, and since they were both in the air now, the Lich cast a spell so that they would not have to talk to each other.

"Two tribes have disappeared into the sandstorm," said the third squad leader respectfully, "our knights are making sure it's 'clean' while the other tribe seems to have forced their spider-eaters to dig their burrows, and they are hiding inside, hoping to survive the sandstorm-" Speaking of this he smiled evilly, "Our warlock has repeatedly burned there three times with flames," He opened his palm for His Highnesses to see, and with the sight of the Dragonborn and the Half-Elves, Mitkot and the Lich could see what it was, a cloudy piece of glass wrapped around a charred hand bone like amber wrapped in an insect.

The lich's heart skipped a beat, no, there was no need to be afraid, he didn't intervene in any kind of spell casting related to sandstorms or fire, and the otherworldly soul that might have problems because of this was also suppressed by him in the deepest part of the sea of consciousness, where he could only get the most vague information, then, that was the judgment he was going to make in the darkness of fear, but wait, since he was not punished when it happened, it showed that his actions were not judged to be "evil deeds"- Like the paladins of Tyre, they will also participate in wars between nations, and the ensuing deaths will not ignore innocent people, but as long as they do not personally order or kill those people, their side will not change as a result.

In order to avoid being detected as much as possible about his disobedience, the lich even played a trick in his words, never clearly stating how to exterminate every barbarian, but there would be a Grenada who would not understand the meaning.

Of course, he is evil, and it is neither reasonable nor reasonable to hesitate about the death of a mortal baby.

"What a pity," said Mitkot, "I would prefer to watch them wail and die at my brother's spell." The meaning of his words was clear, Gredy was happy to enjoy death and despair, and the more life she could give, the more Cremar would be favored by Cremar, who presided over the operation.

"It doesn't matter," said the lich, "I'm sure I can get the most." ”

Then he didn't look at Mitkot's strange expression, but raised his hand, and the fire rushed to the sky between his fingers, illuminating the gray-yellow sky of the sandstorm, and in just a few breaths, the sandstorm suddenly weakened violently, so fast that the barbarians, who had fallen into despair, thought that they had met a miracle, but before the smile could appear on their faces, fear regained their place, and behind the falling wind and sand, it was the griffin and their knights, they hovered in the air, forming a ring, or rather, a noose, and this noose would be around the neck of every barbarian。

A spider-eater rushed out with all his might, but a griffinx immediately pounced, like all cats, the sphinx grabbed the front and back of the spider-eater with two claws, and with only a slight force, it was disconnected from the waist, and the barbarian on the spider-eater's body fell to the ground, and a golden scimitar hung from his waist, indicating that he was an elder. But in the eyes of the Grenada, he was a boring plaything, for he did not dare to draw his weapon in the face of the enemy, but the knight did not kill him, but allowed him to crawl in the sand in a hurry.

The elder seemed to want to stand up, he stretched out his hand to another barbarian, it was his son, his son hesitated for a moment and then handed his hand to his father, but he couldn't pull the thin father up, the other barbarian shouted, and then the elder's son realized that his father's leg was buried deep in the sand, and in the blink of an eye, the sand was submerged from his ankle to his knee. He remembered a terrible term, and he yelled at his father, who would not let go of his grip anyway—but the son, apparently a resolute man, drew his scimitar and cut off his own father's hand.

"The Endless Abyss is below," said one of the knights to the warlock with his back to him, "it is indeed a wonderful show," he said, raising his crossbow and shooting down the other spider-eater, a mother with two children in her arms, and she desperately lifted one of them and pleaded with her husband, who knew that all the barbarians here would die, but he still cherished the moment, and he turned his head away from them.

"I'm turning my back on you," said the warlock angrily, "what do you want me to see? Look at your beep-beep?" and immediately after this knight, the other knights joined the game, their shots so accurate that even when dozens of fierce warriors shouted and stabbed their spider-eaters with their scimitars, it didn't affect them in any way.

"I want to eat a baby. Griffin said suddenly, and then, under Mitcot's deliberate indulgence, he lunged at Jasmine, who was at a loss for what to do. (To be continued.) )