Generally speaking, there are usually two ways for sand bandits to obtain information: the first is to plant spies or eyeliners, just like the "boar" opening the "pig and whistle" tavern in Nome City, but this requires the sand bandit gang to have a certain amount of money and patience, and the second is to buy from the "intelligence dealers".

Of course, it's not for nothing that "intelligence traffickers" are called "intelligence traffickers," and every question they ask gives them an extra clue about the real motives of their customers – even the meeting with them could turn out to be information that they can sell to others.

Therefore, for the sand bandits, they should buy as little information as possible if they can buy as little information as possible from "intelligence dealers". If it is really necessary, then be sure to choose some veteran brokers with a good reputation. And it just so happens that the one-eyed and crooked-mouthed brothers are famous in this industry.

The information about the "fanatic armor" was wantonly exaggerated by these two people, and then spread to the ears of many sand bandit gangs. Although the bandits did not dare to make a mistake in the city of Nome, where the dragon Pasha was stationed, after the auction was successful, the armor was taken away from the city by the young noble mage, which made the minds of many guys come alive.

Not only professional sand bandits, but also some businessmen who are interested in "fanatic armor" but cannot afford to pay the high bidding fee also have various ideas. In fact, these merchants, who walk in the desert all year round, sometimes have not so clear the boundaries between them and the sand bandits.

When the fireworks burst into the air, the aristocratic mage thought it was the "Pig Rush" gang that was spreading the message, but in fact it was the brothers One-Eyed and Crooked-Mouthed who were announcing the beginning of the show. Several fireworks illuminate the desert night sky one after another, and the swaying light points the direction of the stage for all the "audience".

"They're sending flares!" he yelled at the commissioner of the Obsidian Council, "we must evacuate immediately, there will be more enemies here in a moment." ”

Hearing this, the young mage, who was about to pull out the materials such as darts, grated rhubarb leaves, and pit viper stomach pouches, immediately stopped preparing to cast the spell and threw himself into the sand and rocks that bound the camel beast.

Because it wears "berserk armor", it moves extremely quickly, and can travel dozens of steps away with a single vertical. When a bandit stands in front of him, he only needs to swing his fist at will to knock the man out of the way.

"That spellcaster is a little abnormal!" Lying on the top of the sand dune in the distance, several wandering desert elf warriors who wanted to "grab food from the pig's mouth" whispered while observing the situation here with infrared vision: "This may be the power of that 'madman armor', judging from his size, that guy can't be so strong." ”

"It's incredible. In the other direction, a merchant with his mercenary arms crouched in a makeshift camouflage hut, holding an enchanted monocular, also carefully observing, "On the lens, the spellcaster does not show any magic aura, indicating that the 'Zeaker Armor' can indeed increase the wearer's power without relying on obsidian orbs for energy!"

Dozens of similar evaluations were given by different "audiences" at the same time, including "boars" who were affected by the "jealousy of the miser". The sand bandit leader, who was as fat as a domestic pig and as fierce as a wild boar, roared, "That must be the power of the 'madman armor', the hateful little cub is desecrating this treasure that should belong to Lao Tzu!" He licked his lips, took a sharp breath of air mixed with the smell of leather, sweat and steel, and gave the order, "Cheer me up! ”

The sound of a bone whistle sounded in the desert - this is the unique method of communication of the "Pig Tu" bandits, and the short and powerful whistle can be heard several distances of Palesan. According to the instructions of the "boar", the teams that had been led away by the illusion and searched separately began to flank the target while converging.

"We have to speed things up. One-eye, who also heard the whistle, looked behind him and reminded the crooked mouth who was harnessing the direction of the camel beast, "The bandits are preparing to outflank us, if ......"

The bolt that shot out of the darkness pierced One-Eye's neck, and with him the words he wanted to speak, lifted off the camel's back. "One-eyed!" Crooked Mouth just shouted, and another bolt hit the pilot. "Damn!" the noble mage cursed in his heart, and quickly leaned down on the back of the bumpy beast of burden, chanting a spell in his mouth, and casting a spell to protect himself from the arrow.

One-eyed and crooked-mouthed were not killed, of course, and the crossbow was actually their carefully prepared "way to exit" - the arrows fired by the crossbow were just magic tricks, and the moment the arrows hit the ground, they fell into the pit with a flap. Due to the darkness of the night, and the fact that the noble mage was frightened and unable to observe for himself, One-Eye and Crooked Mouth staged a death curtain call.

With a "boom" of the bowstring, a real crossbow shot out from a tricky angle, sinking into the camel's brain. There was a terrible scream, and the camel beast bent its two front legs and rolled out with its head. Fortunately, wearing the "Maniac Armor", the young mage put his hands on the back of the camel beast's saddle, and the whole person escaped without being crushed under the lodging camel beast.

Before he could make other plans, a large number of sand bandits roared and neighing were heard behind him, and he quickly dodged and hid behind the dead camel beast. As soon as he found cover, patches of throwing axes were spun and hurled.

"Puff", "Puff", the sound of throwing axes embedded in the corpses of dead camels was incessant - the sand bandits had just spotted the young mage, and some of them had even thrown some torches to point out the direction of their targets to the others.

"Rush for me!" "Boar", who was on the six-legged horse, raised his scimitar above his head and made a circle, "Catch the mage, don't damage the armor he wears, use a net, and a narcotic bag." ”

Hearing their boss's words, the sand bandits immediately took action, pulling up nets between each two horses, and those who did not carry the nets were allocated some bags containing pale green anesthetic powder. With the speed of the horse, the bag will burst open immediately when thrown out, and the powder inside will form a stunning smoke.

Soon a cloud of pale green smoke appeared around the dead camel beast, and several traps were thrown away. As the bandits waited for the smoke to clear and then went up to collect their nets, they heard the sound of the nets being torn apart.

With the help of the power bonus of the "Fanatic Armor", the noble mage actually tore open the net pocket on his body, jumped up from behind the corpse of the camel beast, and escaped out of the range shrouded in anesthetic smoke.

He threw the dart that he had already prepared, and the large yellow tree powder and pit viper stomach pouch in his hand turned into a green light after chanting, and wrapped it around the dart that shot out - Ma Youfu's strong acid arrow, this extremely lethal spell was originally effective only about five or six yards of the dart throw.

However, the mage's strength is no longer what it used to be, and the green strong acid arrow actually crossed a distance of dozens of steps, directly hitting the leader of the "Pig Rush" bandit with a hot call sign. The fat pig-like cheeks of the "boar" immediately melted, and the sand bandit leader was instantly killed.

The sad news of the loss of the leader made all the bandits present stunned for a moment, until they realized that the agile mage was taking advantage of this time to kill his own accomplices, intending to break out of the encirclement.

"Kill that guy! He's killing the boss, pulling out your knives. The first to react was the second person of the "Pig Rush" gang and the deputy of the "Boar". The seasoned sand bandit was unaffected by Scrooge's envy - he wasn't worried that the blade of his scimitar would cut through the "maniaker's armor", so he decisively asked the others to change their conservative ways of fighting.

The noble mage immediately set his sights on him, but it was also because he happened to be on his way to breaking through.

The young spellcaster decisively put away the silver knife he used to cut the spell materials in his hand, picked up a wooden stick full of iron nails from the side of a sand bandit whose throat had been smeared open, and waved his head to protect himself while leaning over and rushing towards the deputy of the "boar" who was organizing the bandits to surround him.

The inferior mace struck the shield of similar material, and the tremendous force broke the arm tied to the leather binding, knocking down half of the opponent's chest. The mage threw the broken handle of the mace in his hand at the other sand bandit in front of him, and the latter's abdomen immediately seemed to be hit by a ballista, and the whole person who was knocked out of the air was almost broken in two.

The noble mage let out a wild laugh, although after the battle, he no longer had obsidian orbs and spellcasting materials around him, but he was very confident that he would rely on this "madman armor" on his body to break through the encirclement and run all the way to the meeting place of the council.

The people from all walks of life who secretly observed the battle situation here were also shocked by his bravery, but more of them admired the "fanatic armor" on his body. They all made up their minds that if they couldn't get the first set of "Zealot Armor" from the escapee tonight, they would also get a set of "Standard Zealot Armor" announced by the dragon Pasha when it was released in the future.

However, they are not our protagonist Quest, nor are they the one-eyed and crooked mouth who planned this good show, and they are not the author's favorite readers and friends-

They only saw the noble mage leaping forward and running into the desert of the night at the speed of a galloping horse, but they didn't know that the core of this armor, the "breeding muscles", had consumed more than half of the stored energy.

After half an hourglass, the armor will turn into a copper lump with a huge amount of weight, but no half of the power amplification effect. And the mage, who didn't carry any supplies and had a mediocre constitution, had to carry it on his back and staggered through the desert alone.

But what does the almost inconclusive tragedy of the Obsidian Council Commissioner have to do with the mastermind behind the show, the dragon Pashaqis? For an evil five-colored dragon, that guy is nothing more than one of the many "selfless" contributors to the rebirth of Nome City.

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