Jasmine didn't have the time or strength to react at all, she only felt that the world was plunged into a fishy darkness for a moment, she was thrown out, and then a thick slurry poured over her, the slurry had her familiar honey breath, the venom mixed in it, and flowed into her wound, but it was this strong sting that made her suddenly sober up, she found herself crawling in a piece of sand, maybe it was because of this position, she didn't sink too deep, she heard the cry. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Griffin also heard it, the baby is small, but the taste is sweet, it likes to eat babies just like humans like eating berries, it is very close to the quicksand, and it also knows that once it falls into the quicksand, it doesn't want to fly, so it doesn't land, but turns sideways, and with a flap of its wings, it sweeps the baby into the air, but just as it sticks out its head and wants to grab him, a heavy slap falls from the sky and gives him a hard blow- Griffin had tumbled out, and had almost ended up with the barbarians, if it hadn't been for Mitkot's timely levitation.

"That's mine!" Griffin growled.

"That's my master's," like every innocent and glamorous slut, Keo has learned to look at people with the tip of his chin (to look at the sphinx), and to speak in a tone that can hold the hatred of all the sphinxes in the room: "Of course, you probably don't understand this complex relationship, we all know the mind of a bird's head...... I mean, it's relatively simple, but I guess you can ask your host. ”

Griffin certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to ask Mitkot, the Eagle Sphinx might not have the same IQ as the Sphinx to cast magic spells, but when it came to intrigue they weren't inferior to any human, and it knew that there was a reason why its master had endured the black-haired Dragonborn, and although it really didn't know what the reason was, Griffin was absolutely supportive of all the decisions made by its master, and that his master was the best, croaking, wonderful, wonderful, especially since he was willing to take out his potion so that it wouldn't have a cold neck and become the laughing stock of other Sphinx。

The lich didn't even bother to give the baby a glance, nor did he care about the hateful look Jasmine threw at him, the cries and attitudes of the weak were not even like a wisp of spider silk, a grain of sand, or a breeze to the strong, and he urged Keo back to his original position.

"I just felt the water, a lot of water," Keou said, "how much quicksand do you want to create? I think if you continue, you can turn this desert into an oasis." ”

No, the lich said to himself, "You're not going to throw me down?"

"How so," Keo's mood suddenly lightened, he vaguely guessed a little, but didn't go any further, there were thousands of warlocks here, and if one of them was using a spell to peek into his mind, then he was likely to put his partner in danger, "You are my dearest master, Cremar," he said, "I obey you and bow down to you—seriously, I can't do that even with my wife," he shook his head incredulously, "how lucky you are, Dragonborn. ”

The lich misses his cohabitant, who will not hesitate to vomit on the bastard's head.

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Jasmine didn't know why the Dragontooth Knights of Grenada didn't spread their slaughter to humans, she didn't want to know, she just wanted to pick up the baby who finally started crying, but as soon as she stood up and wanted to take a step, she fell heavily on the sand, her leg bones hurt as if they were about to crack, and then she realized that the sand was clenching her leg like countless teeth, her body was hanging low, all the weight was on her knees, she wanted to pull up a foot, but found that it was heavy as if it was welded with the whole desert, she stood in the sand, and her body was sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye。

Her people were in this desperate situation, and they were shouting to each other, and after falling from the spider-eater, they fell into the quicksand, and some of their astute people grabbed the stump of the spider-eater, which was lighter than the weight of humans, and sank slowly, but still sink, but at least it could extend their lives a little longer— Some began to curse, some began to repent, more began to plead, and they, including Jasmine, dug out the eggs from the belly of the spider-eater, held them in their hands for the Grenada to see, and told them that they were useful, more valuable than an ordinary slave - they vaguely remembered that Mosa had mentioned that a nobleman of Grenada was willing to take in some barbarian slaves, but they did not remember his name, or that they had not listened carefully to what Mosa was saying from the beginning.

"But then we will have to keep their minds," said Mitkot, who seemed to regret it, "they are brutes who will never obey - if anything, the venom of the spider-eaters in the hands of the merchants may remain high for a while." ”

"Not necessarily," said the lich lightly, "I keep some barbarian slaves, and if you need spider venom, honey, eggs, or chrysalis, I can sell them for the previous price." ”

"That's wonderful," Mitkot said in amazement, "if I need it now...... What about some pupae?"

"How much do you need?" said the lich.

"Dozens, probably. Mitkot said.

"You can come and pick it up at any time. ”

"Looks like you've owned these slaves for a while. Mitkot said.

"Before I leave Grenada," said the lich, "their descendants are still on my covenant." ”

"That's pretty good. Mitkot said he didn't look so interested anymore. Of course, the Lich knew why, the Grenada would not see the barbarians as "people", but they could be used as a bargaining weight, but the Lich was also a Grenada, and he was familiar with this kind of trick, he knew what his cohabitants would do, and naturally there was a way to get rid of Mitkot's subtle hints.

As for the pupae, he had not only pupa, but also eggs, honey, and venom, which were the result of the hard work of the little devil Asmodeos for several nights, and for this he had to reward him with two soul gems.

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Jasmine held the baby, perhaps, the baby's light weight would make him the last of all the barbarians to be swallowed by the quicksand, but Jasmine was willing to hold him selfishly and let him sink into the quicksand with herself, at least better than being the food of the eagle-faced sphinx, she saw that his people were struggling, they wanted to lie on the quicksand, like someone had managed to succeed, and finally get rid of them, but this time the quicksand was created by magic, and they only tried it carefully, and they found that their whole body was sinking, and in the end the best result they got was nothing more than to make the quicksand go from above the knee to above the waist, and the same goes for Jasmine, but not because she tried to get out, but because she was still holding a baby.

Jasmine sighed softly, among these people there were also Moses' uncles, and there were also those who were elders, who had a position in their own small tribe, and who also had the duties of elders in their chieftainous tribe, who, like Moses's uncle, were full of disgust with Moses's father, so that after his death, they urgently stripped his son of his throne and expelled him at the first opportunity. But they may not have realized that Mossa, though he was only a young man, had a more long-term vision than the older ones - it had always been his idea to give up the confrontation and temporarily submit to the feet of the Grenada, but he had told Jasmine that not all of them, but some of them, and that their warriors would trade the spider-eaters for the peace of their people, just as Jasmine's uncle had said, and that they were too poor to rob them except for the spider-eaters. Maybe Grenada will refuse, will torture and kill them, but if they continue to provoke in ignorance, it will definitely not be Grenada, but only themselves.

He would be ridiculed, ridiculed, reprimanded, and possibly even abandoned by his own people, all of which Moses had considered, but he probably did not expect that everything he had guessed would come true.

Now, Jasmine could only pray to the god they had forgotten, that the magician who would accept Moses and his people would not be too cruel, that the women and children that Moses had taken, and that he himself would survive and perpetuate their race.

The baby struggled restlessly, the sand had touched his feet, and Jasmine raised her hands and lifted her child high as the other mothers did, and two or more mothers were the most miserable, and they could only lift the youngest one, while the older child could only lean helplessly beside her and weep.

"It should be over. The lich said that no one would disagree with him, though most of the knights and warlocks of the Dragon's Tooth Legion found the scene amusing- The meanness and fragility of human beings will be vividly expressed in the last moments, but if magic or swords are used, it is only a matter of moments, but being slowly swallowed by quicksand, it is like watching themselves uncontrollably step by step towards the dark wasteland of mourning, the great torture can almost make a person go crazy immediately, their expressions are constantly changing as the sand rises, and the intense emotions make the warlocks feel like they are tasting a mellow glass of blood wine, even if they are a little sorry because they can't see their favorite blood, but these can still make them satisfied。

The Lich held down the rune shards, the power of which was as vast as the sea, and what he had to do now was like to send these waves into a frenzy...... Transformed into a fine and hopeful net.

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Jasmine felt her body fall sharply, she subconsciously wanted to let out a scream, but she couldn't, the sand had pressed down on her chest, she couldn't even breathe, and her hand holding the baby tightened involuntarily.

She thought that death would be long and painful, but she was wrong, death came quickly, the cold breath poured into her mouth, nose, ears, she could not shout, she could not hear, she opened her eyes with all her might, even if there was sand stimulating her eyes, she would never close, but more and more sand floated in front of her eyes, more and more, and finally took away the last ray of light.

"It's a very artistic sight," said one of the warlocks, "it makes me want to petrify the sand." ”

His knight tilted his head and glanced at the arms that stretched out like twigs and held up the child's arms, "I don't think your magic can support this spell at all—you can petrify one at most, and it will still sink." ”

"If only I could have ......," said the warlock.

"Shhhh The knight said that he knew that the Warlock was referring to the broken runes, but he didn't feel that the spellcaster behind him had competed with so many Dragonborns, and he didn't want to be an ally of the inevitable losers.

And while they were talking, the few remaining arms in the sand were gone, along with the child on the arm.

The Grey-robed Lady of the Black-Haired Dragonborn and a few of the Grey Robes will "clean up" the place to ensure that no survivors will appear under the tusks of the Dragon's Tooth Legion, while the knights and Hippogriffs of the Legion can return to camp to enjoy veal and honey quiches, soak in the sulfur-scented baths, and recuperate comfortably for the night - this campaign is short and uneventful, but it was originally set up to clear the pebbles and integrate the Legion, so don't worry too much- Keou was the first, of course, and he hadn't forgotten to raise his tail so that Griffin had the pleasure of admiring his beep, so that Griffin almost forgot that his dear master had pounced on him and fought to the death with this shameless Grenada-style human-faced sphinx.

"How long are we going to wait?" asked a gray-robed man, "ma'am?"

Among them, the mentor of the Grey Robe Lady was the highest, although he went back to the Seventy-Seven Islands, but for the transformation ceremony, he would come back, and when he came back, he would be a lich, and no one wanted to anger his only female disciple because of some trivial things, after all, everyone knew that female disciples often had a closer relationship with their mentor.

"A small grid. The gray-robed lady said, "Even the winged snake can't hold on to a small block of quicksand for a while. ”

And where they didn't see it, in the depths of the quicksand, the humans who were swallowed up by the quicksand were being hit by the clear water. As we know, quicksand appears in the desert precisely because of the water below, and this water seeps into the sand layer from the underground rock layer under the desert, if we cut them, we can see the water veins like the branches of a big tree, and these human beings are wrapped in crystal clear water and dragged into the thick veins, and quickly enter the underground undercurrent, the hollow rock formation, the flowing water is rushing, but they are still a small gap from the top of the rock above, it is this gap that allows humans to start breathing again。

The water carried them along, swift and steady, and almost all of them fell asleep, but just as they were about to leave the desert, to leave Grenada, the unrelenting cries of babies rang out in the dark underground rock formations. (To be continued.) )