The desert is empty and barren, food is scarce, water sources are scarce, and it may be difficult to see a plant or an animal for more than ten days in a row............ However, even in such a barren area, there are still many races and lives struggling to survive in this sea of sand, such as rabbits and rats that have been eaten by punks into stews, and now punks encounter huge complexes as well.

That's right, after a full day of travel, a tribal camp the size of three human cities appeared in front of the punk!

The tribal complex looked underdeveloped, and the outside of the camp was only fenced off by tall wooden fences, and these weathered wooden fences were still hung with many strange ornaments, such as a large pile of animal bones, a few perforated rocks and even some broken clothes were placed on the tribal fence, which turned the originally neat fence into a miscellaneous miscellaneous shelf, and the serious "city wall" became a little funny.

"It is the custom of tribes living in the desert to place the relics of their dead people on the fence............ If nothing else, this should be a tribe of sheepheads, and in the desert only these uncivilized sheepheads can build such tribes and thrive."

With a huge amount of knowledge, Punk can judge the true identity of the tribe in front of him at a glance.

However, if it's just an ordinary tribe of sheep-headed people who don't deserve a punk stop, these savage and uncivilized sheep-headed people are not a hospitable race, and it's best to hurry up and leave when you meet them.

But now, what really made Punk have to discourage his intention to fly directly over the Horde was ............

"The breath of battle!The battle of the master powerhouse, the location is probably in the center of the tribe, one should be the warrior, the other ...... Like a shaman"?

Feeling the breath of the two master-level powerhouses, the punk's originally leisurely expression slowly became serious, and two master-level powerhouses suddenly appeared in his own perception range, and it was impossible for the punk to continue to fly away as if nothing happened, because at the same time that the other party entered his own perception range, he had already entered the other party's perception range, and rashly using spells might be mistaken for a sign of attack, and the most peaceful way to deal with it at this time was for the two master-level powerhouses to stop using spells or fighting spirits, and everyone walked honestly with their feet, knowing that they would leave each other's perception range or start a war。

Now facing two master-level powerhouses who are obviously at war, although Punk feels very troublesome, he also has to dispel the idea of flying over quickly, at this time, flying over the top of people's heads is very easy to be mistaken for an intent to sneak attack, and then be caught fire by the warring parties.

There is nothing he can do, the punk who doesn't want to cause a dispute can only stop the release of the spell to avoid stimulating the two strong men who are fighting fiercely, and at the same time, he also began to leave in the opposite direction on foot, at this time the punk has no intention of getting involved, he just wants to leave the battle circle quickly and then bypass the combat area to continue to chase and kill Ovacin.

However, when trouble comes to the door, dodging is often impossible to dodge, in fact, Punk also knows that it is difficult to stay out of a battlefield when he enters a battlefield, no matter how seriously the two belligerents fought before, they will have a lot of thought when they find that a powerful unknown figure suddenly appears in their perception.

The weaker side will want to seek help, and the stronger side will worry that the weaker side will succeed in seeking rescue, and in any case, there will be no such "peaceful and friendly" thing as "those who fight continue to fight without distraction, and those who pass by rush as if nothing happened".

The fact was not unexpected, almost the next moment he appeared in the range of perception, the two master powerhouses who were fighting began to move quickly in the direction of Punk.

In the huge tribal complex, the terrible aftermath of the battle quickly moved from the center of the tribe to the vicinity of Punk, and large pieces of house fragments flew up with the dust that had been crushed into powder, and the incessant roar resounded like thunder in just a few seconds, and soon, after destroying all the blocks along the way, the battle area of the two strong men successfully moved from the center of the tribe to the front of Punk.

Looking at the aftermath of the battle that tore apart everything in its path like a tornado, and watched the roar of the large space shattering and collapsing, Punk could only sigh faintly.

Clearly, neither combatant ignores the powerful, friend-or-foe variant of punk, and the idea that punk was going to stay out of it in the first place becomes unrealistic.

"I've heard for a long time that this desert is quite chaotic, tribes, humans, and magical creatures are fighting for several oases almost all the time, and now it seems that the rumors are not telling a lie, in a sense, Ovac is also very right to choose this wild sea of sand to escape, the chaos here will not only help a low-key and hidden fugitive confuse the public, but also make it difficult for a high-profile pursuer to move an inch............ Ovacin is a rare spellcaster dragon."

In the face of the smoke and dust that was getting closer and closer, the space roared, Punk could only sigh helplessly and then began to prepare spells, in his hands, the top of the emerald green staff had begun to condense the brilliance of magic, no one knew how the two master-level powerhouses who were about to appear would react, the necessary defense, attack and even escape must be prepared as soon as possible.

The speed of the master powerhouse was still as unstoppable as ever, just after the punk spell had just finished preparation, I don't know how many buildings were destroyed along the way, and the two master powerhouses who had plowed a ravine in the ground finally reached the position of the fence.

In the next moment, with a deafening roar, a golden figure slammed into the fence and rushed out of the tribe.

It's perfectly correct to describe this guy as Golden Flash, even though it is extremely fast, but Punk's keen eye catches the figure of this knight who suddenly appears.

In the scorching sun, it is not difficult to see that the knightly guy is wearing almost all the armor he wears is bright gold, his short hair is also golden, and even the riding spear in his hand is golden.

There was no pause at all, the "Golden Flash" who flew out of the tribe with its body obliquely on its side charged towards the punk without hesitation, accompanied by the roar of the earth and the creaking of space distortion and shattering, this guy actually greeted the punk casually:

"Wow, Uncle Ben is so lucky! Punk Sean, my old friend, it's been more than 500 years and you're not dead? It's a good thing! Now we are not only in the same bright sunshine again, but we can fight side by side again, I have to say that this is really ............ It's so cool~"!