It was a vast desert, roasted with hot yellow sand, swirling and soaring in the wind.

The whistling of the wind carried a kind of rugged desolation, and when I stepped on the sand under my feet, I could faintly feel something different. Compared with the natural landscape, the changes caused in a short period of time cannot make it completely adaptable.

It wasn't originally a desert.

Suddenly, at a glance, the surroundings are certainly desolate, but the desolation is careful, but there is hidden wealth.

With a little closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that under some sand dunes, there are hidden golden metal particles, which even in the transcendent world, still symbolize the words 'precious' and 'valuable'.

The wind swept away, pushing away a sand dune, revealing a small clump of withered yellow that had been buried under the yellow sand last night, although it looked dry, it still resolutely exuded the breath of life, this is an indispensable plant in the desert, and it is also one of the few plants in the desert that is not highly poisonous.

With the invasion of the dragons, and the transformation of the occupied area by the dragons.

It's not just a little bit of change.

The subtleties are often the most visible.

Walking on this vast desert, in the convoy, the bright armor on the bodies of those dragon warriors shone brightly.

The low-level drakes pulling the cart chirped excitedly, and they seemed to enjoy the dryness and scorching heat.

Lao Bai held a lilac jade shell in his hand, and gently tapped the shell, and a transparent light and shadow rushed out from the crack in the shell, immediately forming a three-dimensional picture scroll in front of him.

Lao Bai seemed to be studying something, and sometimes showed a thoughtful expression.

Hu Daguan was still by his side, and at the moment he was holding a strange trap box with a dragon carved on it.

It's just that the form of the dragon is closer to the immortal civilization... The appearance of the divine dragon is very different from the current mainstream magic dragon form of Ogres.

The two of them, at some point, actually came to the Western World, and they were still walking through the area occupied by the dragons, so bright and bright, it didn't look like they had sneaked in.

In the shaking dragon beast car, the two did not have any conversation, but the atmosphere did not seem stiff or boring.

For the two who have long been extremely familiar, even the lonely air atmosphere will not make them feel uneasy or uncomfortable.

Lao Bai changed his posture and continued to read the picture scroll in his hand.

Hu Daguan poured him a glass of wine at hand.

Both of them were busy with their own work.

The night grew dark.

Pine starlight shone down from the sky, illuminating the empty wilderness.

The scorching heat of the day began to dissipate, the air began to become cold, and there was a dead silence all around, covered by the double cover of night and night wind.

The burning bonfire doesn't seem to bring much warmth, but in this dark and dead environment, many things are quietly changing.

For example, the demise of a small oasis, or the re-emergence of yellow sand by a small piece of green.

When the night is completely covered, the residual warmth of the sun dissipates the last tenderness, and the whole world is getting cold, this coldness pierces the soul.

The silent desert, as if in contemplation, is reflecting on the noise and heat of the day.

It's a different side again.

In such a night, the touch of anyone's thinking will unconsciously continue to extend outward.

A huge black tornado roared, rolling the sand high and then throwing it down. It's the roar of the wind.

Looking at the huge tornadoes lined up in the distance, those white-armored dragons who were straining their faces all the way showed relaxed expressions on their faces.

"Looks like we've arrived!" said Hu Daguanren.

"Wind Demon Dragon City!" Lao Bai affirmed.

It is unimaginable that on top of dozens of huge tornadoes lined up together, there will be a magnificent and shocking city.

In the night, it is like a beast dormant in the sky, ready to open its mouth and devour the heavens and the earth.

The campfire was extinguished, but the crowd did not move, but waited for the rows of hurricanes to approach.

It turned out that under the drive of those hurricanes, the entire Stormterror Dragon City suspended in the sky was constantly moving, and it was a city that drifted with the hurricane.

A miracle that only an otherworldly world can exist.

Only the dragon clan can create greatness.

Even so... Wind Demon Dragon City, among the many dragon cities, is really not top-notch, or unique.

The swirling wind was getting closer and closer, and everyone was tightly huddled.

"Hold on to the wheels!" shouted an elderly dragon man in the middle of the convoy.

All experienced people, in fact, do not need to be greeted, so they have already found a good position and fixed their bodies.

Hold the wheels tightly. The majestic dragon beasts let out a long cry of panic, and then stuck their bodies to the ground.

Suddenly, the whole world spun around. Lao Bai and Hu Daguan both felt that there were countless strengths, constantly tearing at his body, trying to pull him in different directions. If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation had made great progress in the past three hundred years, and even his body had been polished very strongly, he was afraid that he would be directly torn apart by this terrifying hurricane.

This is obviously the first threshold to enter the city.

If it weren't for the dragon blood, the body was naturally strong, and it would be impossible to hold on to it if it was torn in such a wind.

As he went deeper and deeper into the center of the hurricane, Lao Bai realized that he was rising.

When it rose to a peak and the chaotic pulling force cleared, Lao Bai found that the dragon beast car he was riding in had appeared on a huge platform.

Looking up... A huge and terrifying demon dragon was crouching on the top of the fiery city. His eyes seemed to be fixed on the city. As if nothing could escape his dragon's eye.

This looks... It is a very hard-working demon dragon, and ordinary Dragon City archons would not be so diligent.

The entire majestic city is basically decorated with dark blue and earthy yellow, and huge dragon statues are carved on the high points of many buildings.

They look as if they are alive.

In fact, they're not all fake, either.

Some of them were real dragons, or dragonbeasts that were close to dragon form, and were solidified in the city by casting a specific magic.

It is only when called that you come back to life.

These dragons, often make a big mistake and are punished here.

"Wind Demon Dragon City mainly produces gold and storm crystals, because when building this city, the demon dragons buried a vein deep in the desert, and now many of the specialties produced are derived minerals from that vein, the core vein, which is mined in limited quantities every year. "Beside Lao Bai and Hu Daguan, there is also a dragon man, this dragon man seems to be a local, and he is introducing his hometown.

It's been decades since the dragon invaded.

Decades... Enough for two generations!

For ordinary people, a long time is enough to forget a lot of things.

What was once a hometown is already a very distant thing.

Coupled with the problem of propaganda and education, it is obvious that the dragons in the area occupied by the dragon clan will not really live in dire straits as rumored outside.

They still love their lives, and there's nothing wrong with that... It's just that for those ancestors who sacrificed for territory, freedom, and inheritance, it seems a little cruel.

Even so, for the majority of the mediocre general public, to live... is the first priority in life.

Most of them have really regarded the Dragon City where they live now as their true hometown.

For the homeland, for the homeland, there is no complete concept for a long time.

That's about that... It's all equivalent to another world, another time and space, a scene that only exists in the story.

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