The worm writhed in the air, its head shaking the moment it touched the sand, burrowing into the sand as if it were falling into the sand.

"Leave me alone! Protect yourself first! Jeanne shoved Draenor away, once again solidifying the air into an ice arrow.

"Are you in a hurry to die? What the hell is that disgusting stuff? Draenor grabbed Moran's arm, preventing her from getting closer to the monsters.

"Intestinal worms are a creature that the locals are very afraid of, as long as they touch their skin a little, they will be burned!"

Moran himself knew the way this creature attacked, and flew through the gap that the other party could not detect, burning the prey with his hot body, and then opening his mouth to devour the prey. But she can only damage the worms the moment they emerge from the sand.

The sand dunes on one side suddenly began to stir, and a huge worm poked its head out and aimed at their bodies, raising their backs high.

Draenor drew his firebolt and aimed it at the monster's mouth and pulled the trigger, the muzzle bursting into the worm's torso that it didn't seem to stop it.

"Damn, is it too far away?" Draenor had forgotten that the barrel of the gun had been badly damaged, and that even a distance of less than ten meters could not cause absolute damage to the worms.

The sand dunes around her slowly rose and slammed towards the two of them, Moran waited for the moment of the worm probe, but she also knew that she couldn't shoot so many targets in a single moment.

The worms flew off the sand and struck at the two of them, and Draenor drew his dagger and slashed through the abdomen of two of the worms, and Moran took the opportunity to turn around and fire an ice arrow that pierced the bodies of the other two worms.

The worm cut by the dagger fell to the ground and convulsed, the red-hot light on its body flickering and extinguishing like a candle in the wind, and its body curled up and became as hard as a stone statue.

"It seems that easy approach is not very beneficial for both sides." The corners of Draenor's mouth went up, and he slipped the dagger back into the scabbard at his waist. Moran stared at the dead worm at his feet, finally relieved.

The sand dunes suddenly began to tremble, and a dragon-like body rose from the ground, and things were far from being as simple as Draenor thought, and he didn't have time to react, only to see a hideous head rise from one end of the sand.

It wasn't like the siren worm I'd seen at sea before, it was covered in scales, and four tentacles protruded from its barrel-like mouth, shaking wildly in the air.

"It's too bad, it's the first time I've seen an adult!" Moran gritted his teeth and turned and sped away in the opposite direction of the camp.

Draenor knew she couldn't and couldn't defeat the giant worm, and she wanted to use herself as bait to get it away from the perimeter of the camp.

The worm was attracted to Moran's attention, and it emitted a red-hot glow, and the desert seemed to be dyed red by the setting sun once again. The giant raised its head and fell towards its emaciated body.

"Thorn Bird!!"

At the last moment, a red lightning bolt pierced the entire body of the beast, and the worm writhed and fell to the side. Moran didn't know what had happened at that moment, only to see a figure fall in front of her.

She was Viklico, but Moran had never seen that vicious look, like a beast awakened by blood. Vekirico turned her head to make sure Moran wasn't hurt, she got up and drew her spear stuck in the sand, lifted her sleeve and bit her wrist.

Steam enveloped her silhouette, and the spear once again ignited with scarlet blood.

The previous blow didn't seem to be enough to end the giant worm's life, and it turned around and rushed through the sand dunes around it, once again escaping into the ground.

"Moran, according to what you said, this creature will have a higher body temperature before attacking, right?" Vicilico asked Moran with her eyes fixed on the bulging dunes.

"Yes, and as the body temperature rises, the glow can even burn people's eyes, so be careful......" Moran calmed down and whispered to Vicilico.

"Careful? That's not necessary, because it's already dug its own grave! ”

Vekirico's body was a blood-red mist, and she leaped into the air, pointing to the pillar of light wriggling under the sand dune with her left hand.

"Thorn Bird ......"

The spear heard Viklico's call, and its entire body radiated a furnace-like heat. She took aim at her target and fired the spear straight out with a wave of her right hand.

Scarlet lightning pierced the sky and pierced the worm's head through the dunes. There was a jolt of struggle in the sand, dust sliding down the dunes to the sides, and the worm's broad body rose to the ground, its tentacles hanging like dry vines to its mouth.

With the last of her strength, Vickyli stretched out her right hand and called out the name of the spear, and it whizzed through the sand and flew back, firmly grasped in her hand.

Jeanne returned to Moran with the caravan, still in place, unsure of what had happened in front of her.

"Miss Moran, you're not hurt, are you?" Jeanne crouched down and gently lifted Moran, she didn't suffer any damage, it seemed that she had only overused her abilities and became a little weak.

"I'm fine, I don't know what happened, but at least the intestinal worms have been eliminated. Luckily, you weren't hurt. She brushed the grit off her robe and said to the crowd.

"It's not just the people who are okay, but these guys too!" Draenor smiled slightly, and pointed behind him with his thumb, only to see that the four antelopes were also tethered to the side unharmed.

"Have you seen those monsters before?" Delano asked, pointing to the worm twisted like a blood intestine.

Viklico had heard of a venom-spewing worm that lived in the desert, burying itself in the sand and squirting venom from its eyes when a prey approached, paralyzing their target's nerves and causing them to fall to the ground as if paralyzed.

The most terrifying thing is that until the last moment before death, the paralyzed prey will remain conscious

Although they didn't spray venom like the legend says, the heat emitted by their bodies was not fake, and the sand crawled by the worms turned into transparent crystals.

She felt a chill in her back, but luckily she didn't pick up her spear and get close to those monsters!

"As I said before, it's called 'intestinal worms', and they're blood-red, like the large intestines of animals, but they're a lot thicker. They seem to have smelled the scent of our camp lately, and have tried to attack us many times, and the traps on the street corners are actually set up to prevent them from being there. ”

Moran was helped to the camel's side, straddled it on his back, and led the sheep toward the camp.

Within ten minutes, the group had crossed the rift and returned to the camp. Torches have been lit and people are sitting around the fire preparing dinner.

After receiving the new flock and listening to Moran talk about the intestinal worm, the nomads suddenly became agitated, holding everyone's hands and saying something in strange language.

"Hmm...... They say you've solved the biggest problem on your migration and that you're ready to go. Well done! Moran dragged his tired body and sat down on the bench and translated to the crowd.

"Princess Vicky? You're finally back! Look at the new gadgets I've researched! Cooper swaggered towards Vicilico with a strange tool in his hand.

Vicky quickly turned around to see how everyone reacted, but it was a good thing Moran didn't pay attention to what Cooper said.

"Cooper! Forget the 'princess' suffix so as not to cause unnecessary doubts! She leaned down to Cooper.

"Hmph, you Blood Sect are like this, contradicting yourself! I have created words such as 'imperial city' and 'royal family', and I still don't want to say it. Ah! Don't worry so much, how about you look at this? ”

Cooper muttered a few words and handed the tool to Viklico's hand.

It was an hourglass slightly larger than the palm of the hand, but there was not a grain of sand inside, and the hourglass was nailed around the metal grip, and a long, strong rope extended from the inside of the hourglass, and wrapped around the metal grip several times.

"What is this for?" Vickyrie wondered, isn't the hourglass used for timekeeping a useless scrap without sand?

"You don't understand, do you? Do you remember the moment you stabbed a creature with a spear, blood would come out of the end of the spear? Optimistic about ......"

Cooper snatched the spear from Vikilic's reaction, and connected the other end of the rope to the inside of the spear, holding the end of the rope firmly in place with the parts.

"What is this for? Is it used for intravenous drips? Vicky looked at the spear in his hand that was forcibly attached to the rope and hourglass, even if it was used for intravenous drip, this "needle" was a little too big, right?

Ku Bohuai laughed, turned his head and pointed to the wooden basin in his hand, which contained the blood left over from the slaughter of livestock.

"W-when did you have this disgusting fetish?" Vicky said to Cooper with a frown.

"The Blood Sect is still disgusted with blood...... Don't worry so much! Stick the spearhead in the blood and see? ”

Vickyrie was pushed to the blood basin by Cooper, and he was staring at him from behind, and it was always difficult to embarrass him. It's a bit unappetizing, but the spear is just a weapon, so let's try it!

She picked up her spear and slowly brought it closer to the blood, and the moment the two came into contact with each other, she noticed that the basin seemed to be noticeably less bloody.

"Don't be surprised, pick up that hourglass and take a look?"

Vicky looked at Cooper quizzically, and pulled out the hourglass from her pocket, which was already full of a vial of blood.

"Disgusting to death! What's the use of this? Vickyly was about to throw the hourglass out, but Cooper ran to grab her right hand that was holding the hourglass.

"I hear you say that your spear retains the characteristics of the Bloodline, and the blood can bring it to life, even if you don't call it by name, it can exert extraordinary power. That's how I feel, if you're willing to watch an old man cry in front of you, just throw it away! ”

When did this guy learn the method of agitation...... However, it does look like it can store the blood that flows from the end of the spear, at least not staining its own clothes when attacking. Vikiriko rolled her eyes and tied the hourglass to her spear and pulled it back.

She turned around and saw that Moran didn't seem to have much energy, and quickly approached and reached out the back of his hand to caress her forehead.

"It's hot, what's going on, do you have a fever? We don't have any special medicine, I'll help you carry a pot of water. ”

Vicilico was about to turn around, but Moran grabbed her arm.

"Whew, don't tell the villagers, it's not a fever, please sit down and listen to me, Viklico."

"Are you sure? Okay, just call me Vicky! I'm listening. Vekily hesitated for a moment, then lifted her legs and sat down beside Moran.

"You see, too, I can condense air into ice." As he spoke, Moran slowly raised his hand, and the air nearby gradually solidified into ice crystals and landed in the palm of his hand.

"It's my family's innate ability to regulate the air around my body in the range of 40 degrees to minus 30 degrees, but it can also be achieved when the air is humid. The air in the desert is too dry, it looks like it's been overdone today, hehehe......"

Moran looked quite weak, and Vicilico immediately grabbed her palm, fearing that using the "ability" again would make her situation worse.

"I always thought it was some kind of magic or something, but after all these years, it seems that this is just another operation that my body can do." Moran took the kettle from his waist and took a few sips from his mouth.

Ability? According to Moran, the icicle attack they received before should be part of her ability, and it seems that there is an even more powerful existence besides the Blood Sect.

"And you......" Moran suddenly became serious, his cold gaze almost freezing Vickylic's eyes.

"Although I noticed the strangeness of your movements on that street before, no one can break so many ice picks in an instant, and this extremely high speed should also be your 'ability', right?"

Remembering everything that had happened in the past, Viklico had always thought that blood was a poison that would awaken her bestial nature, and she would only drink her own blood in a little when she was in deep danger. And she always thought it was the effect of stimulants, and never thought that she had any strange abilities.

The rest of the royal family never tried to ingest blood, which was against the morality of the Misareans, so she never revealed the secrets she had discovered to them, even her closest cousin, Fredot, in the dark.

"Since you are silent, it seems that this is the case. Although it is your own blood, it is enough to awaken your nature after ingestion, and the ability passed down from the blood sect is revived in your body. ”

Moran had dealt with the Misaran Blood Sect, and they had abandoned their bloodthirsty habits and gained the right to live like humans. But they have lost the ability to fly forever, and their physical strength, lifespan, and even recovery speed are much less than before.

The Blood Sect Moran who sucked her own blood was also seen for the first time, and perhaps it was her powerful spiritual power that could use the ability of the Blood Clan's awakening as a blade to protect herself.

"Does that mean...... Someday I'll be a bloodthirsty monster like the Yaziras? Viklico's lips trembled slightly, she still had a lot of things to do, there were still many places she hadn't seen, if she had to become a beast, it was better to give her death.

"It doesn't seem to be possible at the moment, as long as you promise not to overdo it, and every time you take in your own cooled blood, there should be no problem."

After resting for a while, Moran's body temperature finally returned to normal. She slowly dripped the water into her palm, opened and closed her five fingers, and the air flow flowed down her fingertips into her palm, and Vikily could feel the cold wind blowing through her hair from a distance of nearly a meter.

The moisture condensed into crystals in her palm, and she grabbed her fingers and threw them into the air. The moment the ice crystals left their fingers, they formed countless snowflakes that shone like six-pointed stars, and gently fell on the bonfire and turned into water vapor.

"So, can this ability be cultivated through training?" Vekily looked at the short-lived snow scene in front of her and asked Moran.

"It's not some kind of exercised ability, but 'divinity' is the last gift left to us by the departed Creator."

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