The war between Fang and the Principal of Momore lasted for too long, and countless Ceylons entered the battlefield. Whether it was Ceylon or Momore, there was a huge demand for vital forces and minerals.

Minerals can be used to create weapons and armor, which are the guarantees for soldiers to survive on the battlefield.

The fact is as Galong said, there are indeed many ores in the desert that Ceylon does not have. The desert is vast. In terms of area, it is not much tolerant with Ceylon, but because of its sparse population, it is unknown. It is precisely because of these ores that the Desert Kingdom has the strong capital to negotiate with Ceylon.

This time the news was very fast. More than ten days later, an earl who rushed from the royal city came to Farak City. He didn't even have time to rest. Under the leadership of the Lord of Elland, he came to the manor outside the city without stopping.

When he saw Thunder, a young man who was already legendary in Ceylon, the count holding the Grand Duke's document compliments very politely. The guest of honor and the guest of honor sat down, and then announced the Grand Duke's order: "Send the Marquis of Thunder to go on a mission to the Desert Kingdom to discuss the post-war agreement with the rulers of the Desert Kingdom."

Thunder heard an intriguing message from this order.

That is, in the document, I am called the Marquis!

Last time, it was because he had "dead", that the Grand Duke posthumously named him a marquis, but he jumped out alive again, so it has never been determined whether he was an earl or a marquis.

But now, it has been determined.

"Congratulations to Lord Thunder." The count smiled, "You may be the youngest marquis in the entire continent."

This is true. It is only in his early twenties that he was awarded such a high-level title. It is really incredible. Thunder is not happy. The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. It will be difficult to escape from the muddy waters of war in the future.

Marquis, second only to the noble title of Grand Duke in Ceylon, is truly below one person and above ten thousand people.

Although this title is a real estate that Thunder Ting earned with countless military achievements, it is hard to guarantee that some people will wear it for themselves. They are just marquises of name but not real. However, there are many marquises of name and real. In Ceylon, there are many marquises of name and real. Those people are all old men in seventies and eighties. Compared with the two, they are mentally unbalanced.

Let's abandon the entangled thoughts in his heart for a while. Thunder whispered to the Count in front of him, "Does the only thing that the great master said?"

"Yeah." The Count nodded and smiled. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Grand Duke asked me to accompany you. Although my title is not as good as you, I am a mature person. Haha."

The Earl laughed a few times. The subtext is that my brother has more experience than you!

Thunder suddenly felt much more relaxed. Whether it was the Grand Duke who believed him or wanted to be lazy, as long as the earl followed him, he would be allowed to negotiate. His mission to the desert was just a name, and the name of letting the Desert Kingdom make Gaza come true.

"Then please give me more advice," Lei Ting said with a smile.

The matter was settled, and everyone prepared their own things and set off the next day. In addition to Thunder and the Earl, Pruden also brought a group of blood crusaders and pretended to be guards behind.

The girls were all sending Thunder behind, and they kept sending it for a long time before they could bear to go back.

"Master Thunder, I am not a romantic young man, I really admire him." The Count complimented. After a day of communication, Thunder learned that the Count's name was Nagel, and he was a very kind middle-aged man.

Thunder smiled slightly and did not answer again.

After all, I am the messenger, like the clothes on a prostitute, which are optional and purely decorations! Thunder is also happy. When I arrive at the Desert Kingdom, all the negotiations will be thrown to Nagel.

This time, I was not in a hurry, and I didn’t need to march quickly last time. I admired the desert land and the local customs along the way. The messenger Galong was also very well received. After walking for more than a month, I passed through the vast desert and arrived at the royal city of the desert kingdom, Shabak.

From a distance, this is a towering and huge city. The whole city presents a beautiful earthy yellow color. The unique buildings stand in the middle of the city, which has a bit of an ancient Egyptian feeling.

The weather in the desert was very hot, and it was precisely because of this that the desert soldiers guarding the city gate had a bad temper and shouted loudly at the passers-by.

When it was Lei Ting's turn to walk over with dust, several soldiers quickly restrained their arrogant arrogance and greeted Galong with respect: "Sir, are you back?"

Galong ignored them and just turned around and smiled slightly at Lei Ting and others: "Please, this is Shabak."

When he stepped into the city gate, a noisy sound suddenly rushed over from all directions. Thunder sighed slightly, it is worthy of being the kingdom of the Desert Kingdom. Compared with Kudes who was captured at the time, this city is not only ten times more prosperous, but also has a very dense crowd.

Women in deserts were dressed in a very simple manner, often covering only part of their chest and waist with clothes. Their long, soft black hair was dispersed with their shoulders, bare wheat-colored skin, twisting their snake-like waist, and their slender and smooth navels and small and delicate navels were all shaking in front of everyone's eyes.

A group of men from Ceylon, their eyes whizzing green.

Some girls even tied small bells to their wrists and feet, and the sound of jingling when they walked was very pleasant.

"This is the style of our desert women, it is different from Ceylon, right?" Galong looked at everyone with a smile.

"It's very different." Thunder withdrew his gaze.

"If you are interested, I will take you to visit Shabak tomorrow."

"It's still important to do things, it's not too late to visit after finishing the trip." Nagl said with a smile.

"Well, please come with me." Galong nodded and led the way first.

Shabak's hugeness was a bit beyond the expectations of the thunder. Everyone walked for about an hour before they saw a huge and magnificent building appearing in front of them from afar.

This building is like being built on a huge platform, overlooking the entire Shabak, with long stairs stretching up. Dozens of huge columns support the weight of the building, further highlighting its magnificence.

Almost no one has to guess, Thunder knows that this is Shabak's palace.

At this moment, on both sides of the long stairs, a team of well-trained desert soldiers were dressed neatly and stood quietly there without looking sideways. The faces of these desert soldiers had a look of no anger and mighty look on their faces. These people were all soldiers who had been fighting with blood. In terms of quality and strength, they should be no less than the Blood Crusaders.

I made some confirmation with the editor and released a new book on the 15th. I hope that all brothers and sisters will support you more then.

Alas, when the little master wrote in the later period, Xiao Mo had too many things to deal with, so he was very tired and unable to do so as he wrote. Instead of trying hard to compile some unexciting plots, it is better to open another one to avoid wasting everyone's coins.

The next new book is Xianxia. It took three months to conceive, and the first draft was revised three times, and it was pushed to rewrite once, so it should not be too bad. Please all those who support Xiao Mo, remember to collect it and smash the tickets at that time. Thank you!
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