The two salivating Viedragon lizards seemed to smell something unusual in their surroundings, and they stopped and looked around vigilantly for a moment, but found nothing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhile these giant lizards, which are about the size of Plains cattle, are the best night patrols in the desert, that doesn't mean they can eliminate all dangers.

Now, for example, after observing for a while, they are slowly crawling forward with their tails flicked. The nights in the desert are cold and long, and there are many places that need to be patrolled. Even the Viedan lizards, which have very little dragon blood in their blood, will be a difficult night for them.

But not long after the two beasts left, they wandered over a small bush nearby, and although they still couldn't see anyone, they could see a line of shallow footprints stretching out in the direction of the tribe's main village, which was the invisible Na Wei.

Na Wei's leg injury has not fully recovered, and the injury in his left leg has been numb to pain after walking such a long way. But the danger has not really begun, this is only the periphery of the Vivian tribal territory. It was still a long way from his destination, the Sacrificial Tower.

The invisibility potion on his body was sufficient, but it was not an easy task for him to steal the dragon's blood from the heavily guarded sacrificial tower before dawn and send it back to Xiaoyan Village, ten kilometers away, before noon.

The nights here are really cold enough. Na Cheng sniffed, forcing himself to calm down. Now Du Duwei was lying on the small wooden bed covered in blood, waiting for him to bring the dragon's blood back to save his life, so this trip he had to get the most important inheritance treasure of the Viet tribe no matter what.

There may be a lot of things in a person's life, but a partner who values you more than life is definitely worth treating with the same sincerity. Du Duwei was injured in order to keep his secret, and he wanted everyone to know that he was not just stealing the dregs of chickens and dogs, nor was he some white-eyed wolf who could not be raised, and he would repay all the kindness he had done to him, even if it would be a heavy price.

The terrain of the vicinity and the route to the sacrificial tower had been found out during a visit three days earlier, and after returning home, I had drawn a map and carefully studied it and memorized it in my mind. At that time, he patted his strong chest muscles and boasted to him that the Viet tribe was one of the few tribes with dragon blood inheritance in the entire Sunset Desert, and the chief would never have imagined that the nobleman of Evel he had received would be a thief with his dragon blood in mind.

And tonight happens to be the longest and coldest night of the year, and everyone celebrates under the huge statue of the god Vielong, and on such a day even the most old-fashioned witch on the sacrificial tower secretly drinks a few cups.

It's true that even God is on his side.

Natsu was not slow, and by the time the moon rose to the center of the night sky, he had already touched the edge of the tribal village. At this time, it was the most lively time under the statue of Vielong, and from a long distance you could hear the noisy voices and singing voices over there, and seeing the huge flames and rising heat over there, Na Wei's heart was slightly relieved. The less they found anything out of the ordinary, the easier it was for him to get his hands on it.

The sacrificial tower and the Vielong statue are not in the same place, but they are not far apart, once something happens to the sacrificial tower, the third-level war spirit surrounding the Vielong statue can arrive in two breaths, and if he wants to steal the dragon's blood, the alarm will definitely be triggered, and then it will be time to rely on his wits and spells to desperately escape. Otherwise, in this big tribe with more than a dozen third-level war spirits, one hundred and ten second-level war spirits, and nearly half of the population is a first-level war spirit, there is only one word for stealing dragon blood and being caught, that is, death!

Standing cautiously in the shadows of the Sacrificial Tower, Na Wei checked the supplies, he also had two invisibility potions, a high-level accelerator and a mirror doppelganger charm, plus he could cast a third-level or three second-level low-level dragon spells.

I don't know if it's because of the god sacrifice festival or because the guards are lazy, the door of the sacrificial tower is ajar, and there is a black hole inside. Although Najan had not visited it, a hospitable chief had boasted to him about the inadequacy of the protection and alarm system, and he had received a few words of admiration before receiving his gushing details.

Everything was in plan, Na Wei moved his left leg, the pain of the wound made him frown, he hesitated for a moment and took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and sprinkled some medicine powder on the wound, it was red poppy powder from the mountains of the Western Fan Country, which can numb the pain, but also affect flexibility. Na Wei only used a little bit, the pain and numbness would affect his next actions, and he could only neutralize it with a little powder.

The stealthy Na Wei quietly entered the sacrificial tower, as he predicted, did not alarm anyone, the inside of the sacrificial tower was not large, and the dragon's blood was sealed underground as rumored, he dodged the few alarm systems through observation and intelligence from the chieftain, and made it to the basement where the dragon's blood was stored.

The basement was much wider than he had imagined, and as far as the eye could see, there were statues of vigilant Vivian warriors.

It was a hero of the Viet tribe for generations, and after his death, he was also carved into a statue and stayed here to continue to serve the dragon god.

The statues filled the space to the brim, leaving only a small gap leading to the innermost dragon altar, and two or three oil lamps lit on one gap to illuminate a small area.

Na Wei had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he tightened his grip on the skin that was ready to contain the dragon's blood and suppressed this feeling, and cautiously walked towards the dragon altar.

Perhaps in the Elder Dragon Age, the Vie tribe was really a great tribe, but nearly 10,000 years later, the inexhaustible dragon blood at that time was now only this small basin, Na Wei whispered a spell, and then stretched the skin into the basin.

There was no movement.

Something is wrong. Thinking so, Na Wei subconsciously stretched out his hand to the dragon blood, but the moment his fingers touched the dragon blood, Na Wei felt a tingling pain on his fingers, something vibrated and broke his stealth effect.

Suddenly, the dim basement was illuminated by magical lights, and one after another people came out from behind the solemn, tall statues. The chieftain who had warmly welcomed him three days ago stood in the back with a bowed brow, and at the front stood the old acquaintances who had followed him from Pinglang City, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He also saw Du Duwei, who had some bandages wrapped around his body at random, hiding in the most corner, not daring to meet his eyes.

It's a trap!

He's fooled!