Torrell's main material plane, the continent of Ferron, deep in the Annaloc Desert.

Lifted by the 'Y' shape of the Scimitar Peak mountain range, on the eastern shore of the Shadow Sea in the north, a Bedouin barbarian is driving the herd of camels on which they depend for their livelihood to station on the coast for water.

The Shadow Sea was originally an inland sea in the territory of Gunethariel, but with the gradual desertification of the land under the influence of the disaster of the Ferin Demon Aoi in the early years, it has long since become a saline lake, but these Bedouin barbarians are using a kind of clay pot to steam the seawater, and the inside of the pot is attached to the linen, and the water droplets of distilled water are adsorbed on the linen, and then screwed into the water bag, so that the most precious fresh water in the desert is obtained by repeatedly making it.

It is said to be a freshwater extraction method handed down from the ancient Nethor Empire.

And the Bedouin barbarians stole it from the first remnants of Nether.

Even today, more than a thousand years later, even orcs whose heads are stuffed with muscles are forced to survive and learn it by drawing a gourd.

It can be said that it is precisely by relying on this method that more than half of the population of the Annalok Desert is fed.

Preparing to rest for the night at this freshwater supply point, they will rush to the edge of the perilous ancient battlefield to dig the ancient ruins of Netharil from the yellow sand.

And this is also one of the main means of survival for most of their Bedouin barbarians.

Even with them, most of the Bedouin barbarians' settlements gradually developed into small bazaars, and there were always guests from outside the desert who came to them from far and wide to 'shop' and exchange food, crafts, tools, etc. for the rags in their hands.

It's a dangerous job, whether it's a sandstorm, a tunnel collapse, or any kind of arcane creation that can be triggered underground, it can kill you at any time.

But compared to looting the traders who traveled back and forth to the 'black road', this 'picking up rags' job is undoubtedly much more stable, especially for the people they trade with, in addition to the rabbit-like merchants who saw them in the early years, there are also many spellcasters.

Especially from the East, the kind of mages who wear red robes and have shaved skulls and even tattoos, they are extremely generous, and sometimes even order some items found in the ruins directly from them.

Even later, many Bedouin barbarians became their guards, and sent the children to Serre in the far east, where they had the possibility to learn spells.

Even though it is said that the promotion mechanism of the Red Robe Mage Guild is extremely cruel, it is still a rare opportunity for the Bedouin barbarians to change their fate.

And next month, it was the time they agreed with the red-robed lord to deliver the goods, and they were ready to seize this opportunity to see if they could get it for some of the children in the clan.

Just as dawn approached, the Bedouin barbarians were about to rush to the ruins before the sun rose, when someone suddenly noticed that above the night sky in front of them, an unusual shadow began to gather, this shadow was different from the ordinary night, it seemed to swallow the surrounding light, making the stars dim as well.

At this moment, not only did the Bedouin barbarians sense that something was wrong, but most of the creatures living in the Analok Desert felt a sense of unease, and they all stopped their activities and looked up at the expanding shadows in the sky.

"Koko! (Let's go!) "A Bedouin barbarian shouted in terror as he tried to flee with his legs trembling.

Suddenly, a blinding purple crack flashed in the shadows, as if the fabric of reality had been torn apart, and a strange energy gushed out of the crack, and it swirled in the air, forming a huge whirlpool, and the desert wind became extremely violent at this moment, rolling up the sky of sand and dust and thunderstorms.

It was as if the world itself was resisting this invasion from another plane.

In the horrified gaze of the Bedouin barbarians, at the center of this energy, a huge city slowly emerged, its outline gradually becoming clear in the purple cracks.

The 'Shadow City', an ancient city that had disappeared into the shadow plane thousands of years ago, suddenly appeared above the Analoc Desert, its towers and magnificent buildings casting huge shadows in the darkness, with only sporadic lights flickering in them.

The city is inherently cold with a gloomy atmosphere that seems to come from hell, as if it were a symbol of death and shadows.

And in the center of the city, a tall tower towered, and it exuded a powerful energy that vibrated in the air, causing the Bedouin barbarians on the ground to feel nothing but oppression, despair, and suffocation.

In the face of the city that suddenly appeared in the sky like a miracle, and the thunder in the sky, the Bedouin barbarians finally could no longer care about the camels that fled in shock, and were so frightened that they all crawled to the ground, and muttered incessantly:

"Koza! (The God of Storms is above!) ）”

The natives thought it was the kingdom of the legendary storm god Talos who had descended into the world.

But just as their souls were about to be harvested by destruction, the terrifying thunderstorm and the boundless shadow darkness suddenly disappeared.

As the roar stopped, the sudden silence made some people finally dare to look up, and then, just to see.

The sky fell.

No, it was the city that floated in the sky, falling from the sky

At this moment, running away has become pointless.

All that's left is prayer.

I don't know if their prayers worked, and the terrible shadow seemed to pass over their heads, and then fell towards the Sea of Shadows.

There was a low muffled thud.

A city shook a thousand waves.

This pirated floating city from hell is in the shadow sea of the Annalok Desert.

A successful hard landing was made.

And such a big movement also made all the gods who regarded Torrell as the breadbasket of the main faith know one thing:

The same group of Netherreans who had tried to challenge the gods in mortal form rode their floating city

It's back again.

I just don't know what gods are involved behind the promotion this time.

And for what purpose?

In the tower in the middle of the 'Floating City', the old devil Dalonas, who was responsible for 'driving' the Floating City, had broken into the door by the [Enraged] David, and pressed one paw to the ground:

"Didn't you say you had hundreds of years of experience piloting a flying fortress? That's how you drove me a floating city? ”

Just because he believed in this old ghost too much, his two fangs almost knocked off the statue directly.

His red dragon body is still like this, just like a crash, so high down, this is finally the beginning of the 30,000 population. Don't you have to send them back to hell?!

It's like playing a real-time strategy game, and the farmer will give you a direct A, and that's a fart.

David always had a sense that he had been 'defrauded by a contract' by a third-party devil.

The Deep Hell Purgatory who was pressed to the ground by the red dragon and rubbed against it did not dare to have the slightest temper, and explained as if Ma Baoguo, who was attacked by a young man:

"Don't be angry, Your Highness David Yutos, our 'Floating City' was directly modified by Glesia with the Bato Red Bronze Fortress in her own territory, Malboji, the strength of this fortress can directly resist the large slope rolling stone flow, not as fragile as you imagined, eh, there are 'people' coming in, you are going to arouse suspicion like this."

David was a little puzzled: "Aren't they all devils acting in groups?" ”

Dalonas understood the meaning of this sentence and quickly explained:

"His Highness Glatheria's [Collective Memory Weaving] is not so simple, it is modified with a memory core that originally belonged to them, for example, it is like a seed replanted after a flower blooms, since leaving Bato Hell, they have been deprived of all memories and abilities related to Bato Hell according to the 'original agreement', in their own opinion, they are the 'native' people of Nether in the shadow plane, if they are seen such a scene, they will call the guards. After all, according to the 'script', you are just a red dragon raised by Tanya, not mine. ”

Listening to the footsteps coming from behind him, Davy removed his claws suspiciously, and Daronas got up with a very different agility from his old body, patted the dust off his body, and sat back on the throne of the Nether.

Almost as soon as the old devil sat down, two arcane guards who heard the movement burst in:

"Archon Chardo!" The unkind gaze naturally fell on the red dragon David.

They feared that the Lord would be attacked from this main material plane for the first time.

Even with the unfathomable arcane attainments of Lord Chardo, it has long surpassed the comprehension of ordinary mortals.

"Oh, don't worry, it's the red dragon that the little girl of the Atilician family has grown up to do some simple missions, isn't it? Davy Yutos. ”

David smacked his lips and had to cooperate, "It's my pleasure, Lord Archon." ”

With the guidance of the old devil and David's words, the memories of the two arcane guards implanted suddenly gradually appeared in the figures of David and even the shadow mentor Artilisia's family, and at the same time, in the originally somewhat mushy heads, some arcane spells that once belonged to them also emerged in the previous sudden stimulation.

Seeing that the archon was fine, the two arcane guards immediately bowed down and took the order.

The arcane energy that had emerged before the arcane guards was naturally discovered by David, and his face was immediately full of shock:

"They can also be arcane?"

, he finally understood what the old devil's words meant.

He suddenly didn't want to 'return' it to the Devil's Archduchess.

"The seeds that are re-buried in the soil, as long as they are given continuous nourishment, will always blossom and bear fruit again, of course, it takes a long time, and it is also related to what kind of seeds are buried. Dalonas explained patiently and somewhat proudly.

That's also earning wow!

It was only then that David understood what kind of 'gift' Tiamat had prepared for him for his mission.

At this moment, a strong desire emerged from David, that is, to get his hands on the legendary [Eolem Immortality].

In that case, as long as these arcanists in their hands who have started to revive again are 'immortal', don't they have to be returned to Bato Hell?

[Greed]

How can the old devil who has lived in Bato's hell for thousands of years not know what this young red dragon thinks, but he doesn't break it.

After all, rules themselves are not a kind of game based on mutual tacit understanding, aren't they?

David was suddenly a little interested, and stared at the old devil with his brain shell held high:

"So who were you when you were alive? It's all here, do you remember a bit? ”

In David's opinion, after being washed twice in hell, this guy can still design a thing that goes against the sky like a soul engine, as well as a soul train and a flying fortress with a soul engine as the core, which have a kind of painting style deflected towards science fiction.

Who could it be?

Estar who contributed an introduction to Thorell's dimensional magic?

Ternath, the founder of the magic of the Floating City's protective enchantment?

Noctal, the time management guru who invented the famous 'time stagnation'?

Or the first space precursor Lord Oberon to pilot a magical spaceship onto the sea of physical reality stars?

, if this one is in a bunker, his mission this time can be changed directly from hell to simple mode.

As for the demigod Iolem and even

[Greed]

David hurriedly stopped himself, although he had been removed from the non-chieftain since the crossing, he didn't dare to think about such a thing as a miracle alone.

But before Davidor could think for a while, the old devil Dalonas poured a basin of cold water on him:

"Don't don't, don't get excited, don't worry about me, I'm different from them, His Royal Highness Grasia didn't give me the seed of memory, even if I really was, I can't remember, right?"

With the wisdom of Dalonas, under the many clues, how could he not have thought of this possibility, and even this possibility is extremely great!

But Dalonas thinks he's an old devil, and he's just here to make a cameo appearance and do his own research.

If it is destined to be a dream that ends without a problem, why do you want to remember it again?

You must know that the most painful thing in the world is not loss.

It's about the painful loss of what was once the most cherished, but then picked it up again and smashed it again.

He didn't want to suffer that old sin.

It's hell.

It's more devilish than the devil.

"Tsk, let's go." Faced with this unhappy old devil, David was instantly bored, flapped his wings and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

"What?" David looked back and asked, as if he were saying "don't kick my nose in the face."

"What about a group of natives prostrate outside the city praying? Would you like to drop by? Dalonas asked.

David was going to refuse, but when he thought that the city could still 'draw a lot of good cards', he immediately rushed out if there was any accident and the idea of losing money in the early stage.

"Gotcha!"

It's just that it didn't take long for the red dragon Davyyutos, who had hurriedly flown out in the eyes of the citizens of the Ghost City, to quickly return with excitement on his face, grabbing a Bedouin barbarian with a face full of fear and landing in front of Artilisia to greet the dragons:

"Let's go and mine."

"What did you find?" Artilisia was still a little puzzled, and beckoned herself to do her work.

"A gang of grave robbers." David said with excitement on his face.

"Are you ready to execute on the spot to cheer up?"

David vetoed, "No, let them be guides and slaves, and take us to dig graves together." ”

In David's opinion at this moment, digging up more Nether ruins is equivalent to using them to 'draw cards', no, the original stone used to awaken the memories of the citizens!

That's 3,000 ten-in-a-rows waiting for him!

That's not enough to take off on the spot!

“.” It's just that except for Tanya, who thinks this kind of thing is fun and full of little stars, the dragons of Artilisia were directly stunned by David's hand.

They are the excellent 'Nesser people'.

It's really a fat mound that doesn't flow outsiders, and the pickaxe wow.

Mr. Li Yunfan, a new chapter in July, goes all the way, and is willing to help the Han family again in another world.

(End of chapter)