"The desert, it's really big, the sky is so bright, the wind blows through Uncle Ben's handsome long hair, the sun kisses Uncle Ben's cheeks, oh, what a charming teenager this is, no wonder so many girls are willing to hand flowers to Uncle Ben ............."

Standing in the backlight of a rock, with his rifle stuck in the sand, Kane made up strange poems like a third-rate bard, and although the whole poem was not only grammatically problematic but also a bunch of miswording, Kane recited as if he didn't notice it.

"How about it, are you stunned by Uncle Ben's talent, I can't imagine it, Uncle Ben can also write poems, by the way, Uncle Ben's poems are very famous in the Mikinaya Kingdom (which country where Kane is the protector of the country), and no one dares to compete with Uncle Ben for the first place in the election of each level of "great poets".

After proudly showing off, Kane, who was on a glittering riding gun, also narcissistically posed a pose, which should be a "beautiful man" work that imitated a famous sculptor on the plane of Ferren, but his imitation was obviously as nondescript as his awkward lyric poetry.

Sighing speechlessly, the punk, who had been staring at an oasis in the distance without saying a word, finally couldn't help but speak:

"Well, you fellow, can't you be quiet for a while, don't you fool think that your lyrics are more vulgar than your riding spear?"

All the way to the present, Punk has discovered that Kane is definitely not pretending to be nagging and narcissistic, he is truthful and narcissistic, and he is also the type that is unabashed, even if he is about to face a tense war now, this guy's mouth can't be closed.

"I seriously doubt that your first place came by threatening the examiner, after all, such a bad lyric poem............ Perhaps only by holding a gun on the examiner's neck can the family give a first place with a clear conscience."

"Euler, Ola, Ola, that kind of fool who doesn't understand art just has to use force to intimidate him before he can get his senses............"

Well, it seems that Punk is really right, Kane's first place in lyric poetry really won by riding a gun in his hand.

However, Kane, who was in a word, didn't intend to dwell on this topic, and stretched out his head to look at the oasis in the distance, and the unobtrusive knight looked at the punk with a touch of suspicion and vigilance.

Picking up the lance again, stroking the long pole of the lance as if it were tough, Kane became serious and said to the punk quietly:

"Let's put aside the question of Uncle Ben's lyric poetry first............ I said, carefully calculate that we have been waiting here for a full day, right? Now Uncle Ben is super ~ suspicious, you guy...... What the hell are you waiting for"?

With a snap of the rifle in his hand, Kane squinted again at the oasis in the distance, it was clear that the knight was impatient, or rather...... His suspicions about the "waiting" of punk are no longer hidden:

"Didn't you, my old friend, tell me that Southend's trap is ready to be launched at any time, so why should we wait here for a full day, my old friend, and why should we wait here for a full day?

"Didn't I say, we're waiting for a good helper"!

Looking at Kane's wary gaze, the punk's tone remained unemotional.

"If you don't want to wait...... You can rush in and fight with Southend yourself, my prophecy spell tells me that the Nightmare Cult's lair is beneath that oasis, and as a valiant knight, you can rush over and poke a hole in the ground now, am I going to stop you?"

After responding-for-tat to Kane's answer, Punk continued to use all kinds of prophecy spells without saying a word, although now Kane was a little suspicious, but Punk was not worried about anything, whether this cunning knight had discovered his plan to "kill people with a knife" It didn't matter, and when the battle started, whether it was friend or foe could not sit down and talk about what was going on.

Seeing Punk's perfunctory answer that he didn't care about, Kane's eyes obviously flashed with a flash of anger, he was now very sure that the mage in front of him definitely had the idea of "taking it all", but as the punk sarcastically, he didn't have the ability to rush into the oasis alone Thorsend, so no matter what Punk's conspiracy was, Kane could only wait and see what happened for the time being.

Pursed his lips in silence, and finally, Kane returned to the soft sand and continued to write the nondescript lyrics, only by this time, Kane's poems were obviously more salty and cynical

"Oh, look what the great poet saw, the beetle in the dunes is digging and burrowing, is it waiting for its prey? or is it adding bricks to a new home? The dunes do look shady and leeward, but it is obviously not safe and strong, oh my, the poor beetle will be buried, it is so stupid and deserved"!

Whether Kane's lame lyric poetry continues or not, the passage of time does not stop.

The time of day in the desert may not be easy to perceive, after all, since early morning, the light of Mira and Chikazar has been scorching the sand as hot as noon.

But once it is evening, as the scorching sun finally disappears above the horizon, the rapidly decreasing temperature will tell all the desert creatures that the cold is coming in a short time, until the time comes when the sky is completely dark, and the cold wind of the snow-capped mountains of the Hoth Mountains sweeps every inch of the dunes and oases, and the desert at this time is undoubtedly a dark and dead world, and even the most plumply migratory birds dare not fly above the sky at this time.

But...... The dragon was clearly not afraid of such a tiny cold.

Perceiving the more and more obvious "soul mark", the corners of Punk's mouth gradually hooked up a sneer, it was clear that a familiar "old enemy" had begun to quickly approach the nest of this Nightmare Sect, a predictable melee was about to be staged, and the escape from the Howth Mountains was finally coming to an end.

"Ovacin - sour throat"!

He looked at the horizon slightly, because the distance was still too far away, even the punk's vision could only see faint clouds in the dark sky, but he knew that soon these peaceful white clouds would be torn to pieces by the roar of the dragon, and the time he had been waiting for would soon come.

"Alright, Kane, don't wait, let's go"!

Estimating the speed of the black dragon's flight and the time of arrival, after a short while, Punk began to prepare defensive spells for himself while reminding Kane, who was bored of carving stones, of course, the truth obviously will not go to Punk's "don't wait", but should be "already waiting"!