The area around the desert well, which gave birth to life, is now the battlefield of the reign of death.

The blood of the drow elves flowed and moistened the parched desert.

The entire tribe of young and strong drow elves were killed, and only a few fled north on lizards.

Wu Xin's side also had a lot of losses, two of the trainees died in this battle, this tribe is indeed relatively strong, no wonder it is considered that there is hope to stop Wu Xin and his party.

After collecting the spoils and replenishing the water, they reorganized the caravan and prepared for their destination.

"May your soul rest in peace and return to the High Throne to continue serving God in the kingdom of heaven!"

Sazakan refused to attend the funeral of one of the Shirek devotees, so Wu Xin and Devreich officiated at a simple funeral for the two deceased.

The best cloth they could find was the drow elf's tent, so after intercepting the unsuitable spider, the apprentices used it to wrap the two dead companions and bury them in the sand.

The sand rolled and soon swallowed the two corpses, and the two young men disappeared without a trace, leaving only the scars in their lovers' hearts.

However, the movement of the desert is not over, and after engulfing the two apprentices, the fluctuations of the desert not only did not stop, but continued to grow.

Except for the piece of land where Wu Xin and the others were standing, the entire sea of sand was surging, and it soon spread out, swallowing up the nearly 100 corpses left on the battlefield together.

After the corpses, tents, lizards, and even the most precious desert wells disappeared without a trace.

The whole process lasted almost half an hour, and the entire tribe was completely lost.

When the whole tribe disappeared, Sazastan, buried in the sand, resurfaced.

Although Wu Xin and the others had just received the prompt, they were still shocked by the scene in front of them.

Only then did the female knight Dverrich truly realize the strength of Sazastan, although Sazastan's action of jumping up to Wu Xin's shoulder was quite ridiculous, but she kept her head down in the process and did not dare to look at the powerful Zhenguo mage.

"Okay, the underground water veins have been led away by me, and it will not be possible to relocate them in a short time." Sazastan's voice was as flirtatious as ever, as if he didn't know that the undercurrent under the desert well had been channeled, causing the water levels of the many nearby oases and wells to change.

"How's your condition?" This action captured the power of heaven and earth, and Wu Xin was very worried about whether Sazastan would lose too much.

"No problem at all, it's as easy as stirring a pot of soup." Wu Xin couldn't be sure of Sazastan's words, and his teeth were only half a row left.

He added another sentence, which made Wu Xin feel a little relieved, "Don't worry, I just received another elite-level soul, and I have a way to go around in circles in the sea of sand with Ah Ming, the brain drinker." ”

Wu Xin glanced back, and in the fire in Sazastan's eyes, there was a villain with a miserable wail, obviously Chief Prosecutor Siegel and the old housewife.

"Are you sure it's a brain drinker?" Wu Xin had heard the name in the Godafi tribe, but the south road didn't have much intersection with him.

"This is the information I got after I tortured that old Drow." Once in the hands of a demigod lich, all secrets are not secrets. "I really didn't expect that the group of brain drinkers has always been the secret son of the Ottoman Sultan."

"No wonder Mamluk's remnants were mostly wiped out, but he was able to escape." Wu Xin nodded, and as they went south, Wu Xin and they got more news near the Nile.

The Ottomans had moved south, taking full control of the Nile Plain, and perhaps some remnants of the Mamluks had fled into the deserts and mountains further south, but their threat to the Ottoman Empire was minimal.

In this way, the pilgrims who killed Shirek in Jerusalem in the first place were no longer insane, but deliberately tried to sow discord between the Europa countries and Mamluk Egypt and create external conditions for the Ottoman offensive.

Perhaps Spain, Portugal and Venice did not like Egypt, a star-moon power with a population of nearly 10 million and occupying the Nile, but they obviously did not want things to turn out in the current situation, an Ottoman Empire with a population of more than 25 million across Europe, Asia and Africa.

"I have destroyed the water source, if the brain drinkers are smart, they will not continue to go south, they are different from us, the team of hundreds of people has much stricter requirements for water sources than us, and any water source is cut off is a great test." The desert is not a familiar battlefield for Sazastan, but he is experienced and knows that the most important thing in any battle is to cut off the enemy's logistics.

In the desert, this principle is even more important.

"Can't you stop him here?" It was the female knight Deverrich who joined the discussion, and Sazastan listened to the conversation later. "As long as Your Highness Sazastan launches a surprise attack with the Howl of Banshees, it is very likely that you will kill hundreds of people at once, and even if Amin the Brain Drinker survives this magic, the morale of ordinary enemies will definitely be over, and at that time, Cesare will apply me another Blade of Fire............"

"The plan is good, you have prepared the materials for the casting of ninth-level magic?" Sazastan's words left Devrich speechless for a moment.

She saw that Wu Xin had been casting the "Secondary Flame Blade" and "Secondary Flame Ball" along the way, and once forgot the major disadvantage of the caster, that is, killing people was like burning money.

The goddess of magic was originally God's favorite concubine, and has been serving God on the supreme throne since God was created, but after God favored Mary Magdalene to give birth to the first apostle, the goddess of magic was jealous and hateful, and colluded with evil demons to betray God.

The church of God on earth was also divided into two, and under the bewitchment of the goddess of magic, some believers went to Constantinople to set up a separate center.

After the loss of God's grace, the goddess of magic continues to decline, and the divided Eastern Church is also declining, unless the goddess of magic repents and kneels to God to beg for mercy, it will inevitably perish.

The above is the Church of Rome's version of the King James interpretation of how difficult and expensive spellcasting became after the fall of the ancient Roman Empire.

The Church of Magic's explanation is, of course, a different version entirely.

It's just that most of the people trust the Roman Church's explanation, because it is undeniable that since the parting of ways with Ciric, the power of the goddess of magic has indeed been weakened, and the territory under her rule has become smaller and smaller day by day.

Seventy years ago, the Ottoman army conquered Constantinople and renamed it Istanbul, and the last of the ancient Roman orthodoxy perished.

Although the Ottoman Empire allowed the Church of the Goddess of Magic to continue to exist in the territory, and even allowed the chief believer of the Goddess of Magic to continue to exist in present-day Istanbul, the Greeks who continued to preach were no longer allowed to preach openly, and the Greeks who continued to maintain the faith lived as de facto slaves.

And the Banshee's Howl is a ninth-level necromantic magic, and the use of a single consumption of spell casting materials costs thousands of thalers, which is equal to more than ten times the annuity of a samurai like Devrich, who is already close to the elite, and equal to one thousandth of the annual income of the most powerful Spanish kingdom.

Therefore, even if it is a powerful force, the consumption of a Zhenguo mage in continuous high-intensity combat is a great burden.

Although Sazastan's understanding of magic is better now than when he was still in the flesh, but now that he is out of the big power, he no longer has enough resources to cast spells, and of course, even if the supplies are sufficient, he will not take on a team of hundreds of people alone.

At this time, on the northern horizon, a line of black suddenly appeared, which was the sand and dust raised by the horses.

The native forces of the Sahara Desert are mainly camels, supplemented by horses, so that the horse-based team can only be the team of Amin the brain-drinker, who has just migrated from the Nile.

"Hey, you're here so soon, and you're not afraid of running the horses to death?" Although Sazastan was not shocked, he asked a few German group trainees not to panic, "Don't be afraid, they can't catch up with you, you go to the Burning Sea, don't worry about me, the dark sun has not been able to kill me, this imbecile beast is only worthy of being a snack for me in front of me." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he got into the sand.

Wu Xin glanced at the sandy land that had been leveled down, and then continued south with the camel caravan that had been prepared for a long time.