The remnant sun is like blood. Bracch's gaze was fixed on his distant targets—the beheaded merchant and the bloodied scimitar of Chief Sashan.

"Looks like there's going to be trouble here. ”

With the superior eyesight of the dragon race, Quis naturally saw the appearance of the tortured person clearly from a long distance. After a second of silence for the merchant leader who had once stood on the same side as him, his attention was drawn to something further away.

As the blazing sun faded, a line of shadow appeared on the sand dunes on the horizon like a black ribbon. If someone tightens their eyes and gazes carefully, they will find a sparkling light, a crimson glow, from the deep darkness.

At this time, the people of Sasha who stayed on the outer side of the oasis were still immersed in the impassioned speeches of their king. Even the sentinels who were in charge of guarding the royal court in the nearby desert could not take into account the abnormal scene in such a distant place.

A mischievous elf kid picks up gravel from the ground and throws it at the head of the sand rhino where Quest and his party are riding. Finally, a giant beast that was in a bad mood because of exhaustion couldn't bear it anymore and let out a low howl at this naughty troublemaker, so frightened that the initiator sat down on the ground at once, and tears almost flowed out.

Jansen, who was standing on the sidelines, calmed the mount, which had begun to get a little agitated, and then took out the dates that Ogre Blue had given everyone during the previous trip and handed them to the mischievous little boy.

"Looks like we're in trouble too. ”

Quiz caught a glimpse of the paladin's actions just now, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered something in a low voice.

"Something seems to be over there?"

Although Bradch did not have the keen eyesight of Quest, as a warlock who knew the art of sound, he still felt a trace of abnormality in his voice. From this point of view, he was much better than the inactive sorcerer who served Chief Sasam.

It's just that his senses are still a little worse, the three ogre brothers and the steampunk half-lich are already fully armed around Quest, as for the paladin who was just recruited by Quest-

"Boss, I may need a weapon on credit. ”

Jensen touched the little boy's head melon, which licked a large handful of dates one by one, and said to the young blue dragon with a reluctant but firm attitude.

Of course there is no problem!

After a trip to the Abyss of Hell, Naru, who is "always not short of strength", became "always short of weapons", and the small team of weapons suppliers quickly equipped their new companions with a set of superb armor from his collection, which combined the triple enchantment effects of "Brute Force of the Ox", "Super Balance", and "Attack and Defense".

It was only due to the ogre's unusual penchant for "thicker, harder, and longer" blades that he could not find a weapon in his collection that suited Jensen's size, and the paladin was forced to make do with a forged steel sword that was more than five feet long and required a two-handed grip. However, fortunately, it has a lot of strength in itself, and with the spell bonus of "Bull's Brute Force" on the armor, it is not difficult to fight with this weapon for a while.

"Do you need to upgrade your equipment as well?" Quest looked at the "Tongue Puller" Blatch, waved the Adamantite Scythe Sword in his hand twice, and after trying the slashing feel, he kindly reminded: "After all, it may not be easy for you to have a battle later." ”

The stubborn desert elf pulled out two scimitars, bumped the backs of the knives against each other, and responded a little arrogantly: "It's easier for old friends to partner up." ”

Without further persuasion, the young blue dragon just glanced at his spell advisor, and Sneijder, who understood it, raised his mechanical prosthetic hands, and after a few gestures, he added two kinds of enhanced hardness to each of Brachi's "two old friends" to improve the effect of sharp temporary spells.

The Desert Elf did not refuse to help him, and he also performed a ritual of gratitude between mages to Sneider, who is also a spellcaster. The steampunk half-lich then returned the salute.

The Sentinel Captain, who had been following and monitoring them, was shocked by the strange inhumanity of the group and the luxurious configuration of the entire team: the ogre, who claimed to be a wandering samurai but casually gave weapons and equipment that seemed to be worth a lot of money to his teammates, and the man who could afford to wear full-body armor (the desert elf naturally did not know anything about steampunk culture) and looked like a human nobleman turned out to be a mage who could manipulate mystical energy.

"What do you want to do!" the Sentinel Captain pointed his spear at Quest and his group, his deliberately loud roar attracting the attention of some of the other tribesmen, some of whom even pulled out their own carrying, and quietly surrounded them.

Calmly walking to the tip of the spear made of flint by the sentry captain, the young blue dragon who turned into a human form showed a smile: "We want to fight, but don't worry for the time being, the opponent is not you, it's those-"

The Adamantite Scythe in Quest's hand slashed in front of him, and before the Sentinel could react, his spear snapped in two.

Looking in the direction of the falling spear shaft and the blade of the unusually tall burly boy in front of him, a few small red dots appeared in the far distance of the sand dunes that could still be seen faintly in the darkness of the night that was about to fall, in the gaps where the oasis tribesmen had raised their bonfires. What is that?

"Blazing Shadowmon. Shadowbeasts to be exact. ”

Quest glanced back at Blatch, a look that seemed to be both inquiring and understanding.

The former No. 1 powerhouse of the Salem Desert Elf Tribe fell into silence at this time.

As a core member of the Synthetic Shadowmon project, Bradch knew the creature better than his own apprentice. This weapon of war must be controlled by an artificial organ called the Heart of the Beast, and when there is no way to control it, it can be used, and it will cause more damage to Salem than it will inflict on Salem's enemies.

This organ needs to be synthesized in the human body to be effective, and it is the only way to fully control the Blazing Shadowmon.

Bradch knew very well what Hajir Khan Otto had paid and what kind of pain he had suffered, and that process could really be called a life of death.

He did not know if the "Heart of the Beasts", which had been successfully fused, would remain active after being removed from the body. However, with Kee's knowledge of Harkonnen's physical fitness and the abilities of other researchers in Salem, Bradch had a hard time believing that his gangster had been able to accomplish in just a few months what his Anda friend Hagill had worked hard to achieve for more than a decade.

The desert elf held the knife in both hands and pulled two knife flowers, and said quietly: "You'll know if you fight." ”

The people of the Sashan tribe, who were still wandering in the place of execution, also noticed the group of crimson flashes that were pacing from far away in the dark night.

The sorcerer standing beside the chief reminded his king: "It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, and the warriors of the tribe must be gathered quickly, for I have heard the sound of death from the wind." ”

The old elven chief nodded and pointed to the trumpet guard, and the young elven warrior hurriedly put the horn he was carrying to his lips and blew it vigorously.

"It's too late to leave, gather all the tribal warriors, and I'll take it personally," Chief Sashem tossed back the scimitar that had taken the self-torturer, and drew the blade of forged steel from his waist. Rubbing the moire on the side of the scimitar, he squinted at Epicurus, who was lying on the ground, and said lightly, "A friend has already told me about Salem's new weapon. ”

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