The oasis of peace is the miracle of Attas, and the desert has since become a real land, full of good soil for growing crops. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Walking on this oasis without worrying about sand, thirst and hunger, those tall mushrooms not only provide rare shade to help travelers escape the scorching sun, but also satisfy their hunger. There is no more unpalatable, but more popular food in the world than the Legion mushroom. It's paradoxical, like Ricas's mood.

He and Butcher, along with an adjutant of the Deep Red Regiment, a Templar of Tyre, and a messenger of Ulric, rode their own round-shelled beetles and walked above this oasis of wonder. Along the way, they saw the giant twin-tailed man-eating scorpions, the quicksand worms known as the "Devourers", all of which were capable of single-handedly destroying an entire caravan, and now lay meekly on the oasis.

They dare not be tame. The jumping dogs and the stinging snakes are not far away, and if they decide to attack, the offensive will continue until victory. There was once a "hired adventurer" from the city of Gurge, who did not heed the warning and insisted on advancing towards the "city of Petra". They numbered thousands, were well armed, had a strong will to fight, and died a complete death.

Not a single mouth, not the slightest bit of information about what happened on the battlefield, and not a single "remain" or "relic thing" has been found. The entire team was gone, without a trace. Not just infantry or cavalry, but also Psychic Warlocks, Elemental Priests, and Blasphemous Mages in the team, all end up the same.

It is said that the city of Gurg sent a second team to find out what was going on. In fact, everyone knows that these two teams claim to be hired adventurers, but in fact they are the claws of the Witch King of Gulg City, trying to reach into the oasis. The second team repeats the same path as the previous one, not only in terms of the direction of progress, but also in the end. Sure enough, they were attacked by layer after layer of jumping dogs and stinging snakes like the waves, and they were all wiped out.

Several bold, curious, and lucky caravan guards followed the second group, and when they saw this, they were so frightened that they were left to flee. When they returned, they described the situation on the battlefield as miserable. An overwhelming rain of arrows, slime, and plasma saliva covered the target at the same time, and the jumping dog had already pounced after the blow, and the time gap between ranged and melee was only a few seconds. As soon as this news came out, no one dared to stop the idea of the Oasis of Peace, and it became an oasis of peace.

The oasis is peaceful, but not elsewhere. Rikas nodded his head as the beetle swayed, trying to shake an answer. Every witch king, plus every city-state, had to pay a slave tax to the Dragon Emperor every year. One thousand for Tyre, one thousand for Ulric. These slaves were usually sent to the Dragon Emperor's residence in the form of a "normal slave trade" and then ...... No one knows exactly what happened.

Only the Witch King knew, and at most a few of his cronies. Rikas looked at the huge castle that appeared on the horizon and knew that he would be at his destination in a day and a half, where someone should have known. Dogian, as the chief Templar of the Witch King Karak, spent four years in that highest and most critical position. If it weren't for the memory washed out, she should have known.

As for Tessian, the guy who had just climbed to the top and lost his boss's life within three weeks, he didn't know anything about the Dragon Emperor's slave tax. The Dragon Emperor's messenger flung angry and questioning letters in his face all the way before he realized that this was happening. If Tessian had taken full control of the city, he would not hesitate to pay the thousand men. But now there is a council in Tyre that is constantly hindering, and the Masked Alliance does not agree to pay taxes on human lives at all. So Tessian sent Perikas for help.

Even though Rikas is the Honorary Speaker of Ulrick City, which is basically the same as the acting mayor, Tessian uses the word "dispatch". Feeling uncomfortable is secondary, human life is primary. It is true that Zhao Mai is a friend and comrade-in-arms, but it never feels good to ask for someone.

"Ricas, look at the sky!" Butcher pointed to the sky. A black cloud rose from the direction of Petra's castle and flew towards the crowd at great speed. The round-shell beetle had to walk a day and a half, and it took more than ten minutes for this group of guys to complete.

That's a group of "Wyverns", which is the flying class of Z bugs. Zhao Mai discovered the ability of plasma spitting from the desert saliva snake, and used it on this flying dragon, and finally completed the finalization. An adult wyvern looks like a black dragon with two pairs of wings, with a body length of about ten meters, and a third of it has an elongated tail. In order to reduce weight and "save costs", Zhao Mai's Wyvern had no hand-to-hand combat ability at all, and the scales, carapace, claws, and fangs were omitted and replaced with a soft sac with inflatable ability. When flying at high speeds, with its streamlined body and four wings, it can catch up with any bird. When it needs to hover, it inflates itself and floats in the sky like a balloon.

Plasma Spit is its only attack, and it is extremely adept at it. When fed, the Wyvern can fire two hundred plasma sprays, each of which expands and covers a three-meter radius, killing the living creatures below, and after forming a scale, it is currently the most powerful creature among the Z bugs. Despite its large size, it is actually light in weight, eats less, and occupies less organic resources. Zhao Mai created a considerable number of Plasma Wyverns, which were used to patrol and defend large areas. Use the Stinging Snake as a defensive class and the Jumping Dog as an assault class to reduce their standing numbers and increase the efficiency of the entire Nesting Soil.

The wyvern flew at high speed, turned into a chubby sphere, and slowly landed on the ground. Tyrion jumped off the dragon's back and covertly straightened his clothes and hairstyle. He finally fulfilled his childhood dream and had his own dragon. Riding on the back of a terrible dragon, no one will ever laugh at him again for being a little dwarf. It's just that the wind is so strong when flying that it's hard to withstand even if you have psychic ability protection.

"Welcome, Rickas, Butcher, and three other guests I don't know. Tyrion bowed slightly and said, "Lord Dragonroar has sent me to meet you and provide you with an even faster means of transportation: the Saliva Dragon." ”

"I've never seen such an ugly halfling. An untimely word came from the Templars of Tyre. That's an arrogant guy, and Rikas knew it all the way. In fact, the real representative of Tyre is Rikas, and the Templar is just a man. It is estimated that Tessian either didn't know that this person had a foul mouth, or knew that he was a foul mouth and wanted him to die. In short, for people who are particularly arrogant and do not listen to persuasion, the Tessian gang can't help him, and can only make a helpless expression to Tyrion.

The word "ugly" had no effect on Tyrion, as if he hadn't heard it. Perhaps it was the oppressive feeling of the size of the saliva dragon, and the Templar didn't say anything more nonsense that could lead to his death. However, his wyvern flew very slowly, far away from the large army, and his voice could not be heard at all against the wind.