Even if they knew that Bruske was going to bring the dragon to stand up for Nellie, Ange and others couldn't do anything. They could only wait until the dragons arrived.
Bored Ange exposed his head again and looked at the sky. Throughout the day, at least ten batches of winged knights flew over the oasis. However, no one paid attention to this area covered with weeds and grass.
The oasis of small trees was regarded as a key area of focus, especially since there was a skeleton on it that had decayed into this state for who knows how long.
As we get to later batches, the formation of those flying wing knights becomes looser and faster, and there is a feeling of getting more and more anxious.
Slowly in the evening, there was a sound of horse hooves. Ange turned around and saw a group of luxury carriages climbing over the sand dunes and driving over as if they were walking on flat ground. When the horses' hooves stepped on the sand, they would stir up sand and make a sound.
Yes, but the wheels won't sink into the sand when they run over it, and there won't even be any dust.
There's obviously some kind of magic cemented into the wheels.
Ange didn't recognize the other carriages, but the one with the rose emblem was very familiar.
After crossing the sand dunes, the guards around the carriage saw the oasis. They immediately pointed here, said a few words, and then all the carriages turned towards the oasis at the same time.
"Sabada, is it such a coincidence!? Hurry, hurry, hide deeper." Negris, who was reflected on Ange, didn't know what to say.
Ange squeezed and squeezed hard, pushing hard into the ground, and soon he squeezed deep into the sand.
This oasis was created by Ange in one night. Because he could not dig such a big hole, he adopted the method of piling up a mound. He first wetted the sand, then piled it on top of the dragon corpse, and then sprinkled it with grass.
Seed, induce birth once.
The life cycle of weeds is very short, and they soon grow densely and produce a large number of grass seeds. Ange collected these grass seeds, then piled wet sand on the grass, making the pile more than one meter high, and sprinkled the grass seeds again to induce growth.
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So layer after layer, four layers were piled up, and the dragon corpse was buried in a layer of soil four to five meters thick, because each layer contained wild seeds and their root systems, just like four layers of mat.
The dragon corpse was covered tightly and the gravel was solidly consolidated into a lump. It was not easy to dig it out.
A dragon corpse was placed in the depression of the two sand dunes, and four or five layers of straw felt were covered. The depression was almost smoothed out, and there was still a slight bulge.
Ange was lying on the edge of these straw mats. He also scattered some grass seeds sparsely on the outer edges to prevent the edges of the oasis from being too neat and conspicuous.
Of course, Ange would not be so careful. It was Anthony who taught him. The former Black Warrior Emperor was the real master of lurking. Negris only had theory, but in practice he would miss many details.
The escort of the convoy arrived at the oasis first, and a magician cast a detection magic to detect the oasis, but because the felt was too thick, nothing could be seen.
Several guards came over and stabbed randomly with long swords. After a few stabs, they brought out the fresh and tender grass root juice. They immediately lost interest in continuing to stab. No one can hide in a pile of fresh weeds.
The attack was changed to cutting, and the weeds on the surface were quickly removed, clearing a smooth space.
"The bottom is full of weeds and thick grass roots. Let's camp here to prevent the sand dunes from burying us in the middle of the night." The guard reported, and the agreement was quickly obtained.
The four luxurious carriages unloaded their horses and dragged them to the flat grass. They faced each other, everyone stayed away, and then activated a certain switch on the carriages.
Bang bang bang bang, there were four slight bursts of magic. Thick ropes popped out of the carriages, connecting them with the other three carriages. Four spikes were pierced from the bottom of the carriage's body, which penetrated into the sand, and the body of the carriage was pierced.
fix.
Following the thick ropes, the thick curtain was pulled toward the center, covering the area surrounded by the four carriages, including the flat ground, and covering it with a thick carpet.
The guards took out several steel pipes from the almost empty carriage, joined the two thickest ones together, carried them into the middle of the tent, and jacked up the middle.
Suddenly, the slightly sunken tent in the middle immediately turned into a tent with a high center and low sides. The remaining steel pipes were tied to the midpoints of the four sides to strengthen the entire tent.
There are joints in the tarpaulin, and there are adhesive strips of cloth. When you pinch them two by two, they will stick together. You can tear them apart tomorrow and collect the tarpaulin.
Then, the magician took out a dozen finger-thick iron skewers from the box, with one end pointed and the other end holding a ball. Inside the ball were very precise magic components.
As the magician walked, he inserted these iron cuttings into the corresponding places, and then pulled out the flannel strips that stuck the magic elements on them. In this way, the magic elements were active. As long as they sensed abnormal waves of magic or elements, they would
It emits a scream to warn you, making it a very practical magic whistle.
After finishing all this, three beautiful maids got off another luxury carriage, holding comfortable bedding in their hands, such as white magic goose velvet warm quilts, pillows filled with soothing wood seeds, and cattail bags with silent enchantment.
Pad and so on.
After the maids had finished decorating, the last luxury carriage was opened, and the carpet was laid directly in front of the tent. Tierres could enter the tent without sand on his feet. For such a luxurious enjoyment, people who didn't know it would think that he was a noble young man.
Came out for a trip.
But at this time, Tierres was not in the mood to enjoy this. When the door of the carriage was opened, he did not get out of the car, concentrating on processing the documents in his hands, and occasionally turning on a magic communicator in front of him.
After searching for a whole day, the Winged Knight had memorized the nearby desert terrain, but he could not find the dragon corpse. This was very unreasonable. He must have discovered some changes that he could not predict. What should he do?
Half of the Winged Knights were gone, and the remaining half had irreversible damage to the wind element magic array on the wings due to high-intensity flying. The entire Winged Knights were basically useless.
With such a huge loss, could all his previous efforts be wasted? Tierres is now like a gambler who has reached a dead end. He is trying his best to bet everything he has in an attempt to make a comeback. He is going to ask his family for help and send more people to search.
But from now on, the magic communicator he tried to contact his family couldn't receive the signal. He didn't know whether it was because the distance was too far and the signal was not working, or because the communicator on the opposite side was turned off. It should have been turned off. Change it.
Magic crystal?
The magic communicator can receive signals even in another dimension. Changing the magic crystal does not require turning off the communicator. What happened? Tierres had a bad premonition in his heart.
Before Tierres's tent was decorated, the Rose Emblem's carriage had already been arranged. That carriage was a fully equipped magic carriage with a constant-temperature array, a bathroom space, and a folding space. The interior space was much larger than it appeared on the outside.
It's much bigger when it goes up.
The great magician Shehad stepped out of the carriage, stepped on the carpet that his entourage had laid out in advance, glanced at the busy maids and guards around Tierres' tent with a complicated expression, and muttered in a low voice: "Vulgar."
The entourage who had just arranged the tables, chairs, and refreshments wanted to come over to help him, but he drove him away impatiently. He muttered to himself: This guy with rough hands and feet is not refined at all, has no temperament at all, and has no style at all.
Mad.
Obviously, he was envious of the aristocratic demeanor expressed by Tierres in his heart. The only thing that could comfort him was that his carriage was more practical.
Somewhat unhappy, he leaned back on the simple table and chair, took a sip of milk tea, and spit it out: "Damn it, you guys want to burn me to death!"
The entourage ran up in fear and thought at a loss, but was slapped in the face by Shehad and had to reluctantly retreat.
The temperature of the milk tea was requested by Shehad himself, because he wanted to adjust the temperature of the milk tea by himself, because he felt that a finger floated on the surface of the milk tea and slowly stirred, watching the milk tea condense a little bit of ice residue, and then blended into the hot milk tea,
Adjusting the temperature to a palatable level is a very elegant thing, with a magician's romance, so it is always served piping hot.
But what can be done? Whatever the boss says is what he says. You should be lucky if you can get away with a slap in the face.
His mouth felt hot, and Shehad was in no mood anymore. He put a finger into the hot milk tea and stirred it, quickly lowering the temperature. Then he drank it in one gulp and turned to look at Tierrez's carriage.
He had seen the situation of the Winged Knights throughout the day. The situation was not good, and he was also very anxious. Although Tierres made the dragon-slaying plan, he also spent a lot of energy and helped push it forward.
A wave of oasis sand people.
The agreement between him and Tieleis is: the dragon corpse and the prestige of the dragon slayer belong to Tieleis, the dragon heart, dragon horns, dragon eyes, dragon scales, etc., and things with magical effects belong to him. Now the dragon corpse cannot be found.
He gained nothing.
At this moment, a ring with communication function on his hand flickered. The light spot was very weak, and the frequency of flashing was also very low, probably every few seconds.
Shehad immediately held his hand and quietly turned the shining side of the ring to his palm, without even his followers seeing it.
He stood up abruptly and turned around to return to the carriage. Although his action was very abrupt, in the eyes of the followers around him, it was reasonable, because Shehad often did this and went back without saying a word. Never do it at this time.
Collect the tables and chairs. If he comes back later and sees the tables and chairs taken away, he will definitely get angry again.
Returning to the carriage, Shehad closed the door, opened the defensive array and silent barrier, then activated the communicator in the car, and said respectfully: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"
The submissive tone of his voice was completely opposite to his domineering attitude in front of his followers.
"Hmm." A nasally "Hmm" came from the communicator, and then an impatient voice said: "Are you hanging out with Tierres from the Potter family?"
If you hear this tone, everyone will know from whom Shehad learned his speaking habits.
"Yes, teacher, do you have any questions?" Shehad asked quickly.
"You went to slay the dragon? Are you in the desert now?" the impatient voice asked in an even more impatient tone.
Shehad had a bad feeling and quickly responded: "Yes."
"Did you touch the dragon?"
"Uh, no, I didn't even touch the dragon, so I cooperated with the sand pirates and beat up the sand people in the oasis."
"Very good. Remember, you went to the desert this time. You encountered sand thieves attacking the sand people in the oasis. You helped the sand people resist for a while. Then you saw Tierres killing the dragon, so you acted bravely.
, killed Tierres, but unfortunately failed to save the dragon's life, do you understand?"
"Uh..." Shehad wanted to say something that he seemed to understand, but the other party interrupted impatiently: "Kill Tierres and get his head back, otherwise you will die outside. Rose Tower will definitely
You need to avoid the suspicion of killing the dragon, do you understand?"
Shehad's eyes popped out. If he killed Tierres, wouldn't he be afraid of angering the Potter family? If he didn't kill Tierres, would the teacher mean to let him die outside and give up on him? What happened that would make the teacher
Are you willing to give up a great magician like him?
"I understand, but teacher, what happened?" Shehad asked quickly.
"The giant dragons came out in full force, and the Dharma God collided with them using mystical magic on the surface of the East China Sea. There was no winner or loser. We were in the wrong. Whoever caused the trouble would use his head to calm down the dragon's anger.
If you can't do it, I will use your head to calm the anger of Master Dharma God." The tone on the other side was no longer impatient, but cold.
Shehad was inspired and quickly responded: "Don't worry, teacher, I can do it."
After getting out of the carriage, Shehad immediately summoned all his followers and issued an order.
When the followers heard that the order was from Shehad's teacher himself, their faces immediately turned pale. They had never had the chance to receive a direct order from their old master.
The followers spread out, assigned their targets to each other, moved closer to Tierrez's men, and then attacked together, killing some of the guards on the spot, and then gathered to kill the rest.
"Shehad, what are you doing!" Tierres heard the noise, rushed out of the tent, and asked Shehead sharply.
Shehad was already brewing magic. Hearing this, he responded loudly: "Brother, it is wrong for you to kill the dragon. The dragon is our good friend. It is everyone's responsibility to protect the dragon. I cannot sit idly by and accept death."
Bar."
"Let you go...￥&#*&!" Tierres swung his sword towards one of Shehad's followers. The moment the sword was blocked, a sword beam vomited blood and pierced into the opponent's neck.
"Sword Master! Be careful, the enemy has broken through the Sword Master." The aura is shining outward, which is the sign of the junior Sword Master.
While killing a follower, Tierres had already felt that Shehad's eyes were locked on him. He immediately put his toes on the ground and pushed hard, raising a large amount of sand and dust.
The magician's gaze lock is not unbreakable. Smog prevents locking. If a large area of haze and dust is artificially created to obstruct the line of sight, the gaze cannot be locked.
He kicked his feet continuously, and large swathes of sand and dust were raised, which not only obscured his vision, but also created a cover, and he quickly rushed towards Shehad.
Shehad hit the staff with a wave of his hand, and the luxurious staff immediately amplified his magic power, and a strong wind surged, pushing the sand and dust in the opposite direction, revealing Tierres' figure.
Shehad's followers rushed forward and surrounded him.
Tierres parried flexibly, showing excellent martial arts skills. From time to time, he would counterattack and cut down one or two followers. His guards also rushed to help, and the mage was ready to give him some buffing magic.
However, a thorn suddenly pierced the ground and stabbed the intermediate magician of Tierres to death on the spot.
Shehad killed the opponent's magician, his eyes fell on Tierres again, and he chanted magic.
Tierres suddenly felt that the water in his body was boiling, and his skin bulged up one after another - water magic, water boiling.
Tierres immediately mobilized his fighting spirit to protect his body, and at the same time shrank behind the opponent's followers, opening and closing the door wide, striking and repelling the enemies continuously. Finally, he stabbed one of the followers with his sword, and charged towards Shehad with his body on his head.
go.
Shehad couldn't fix his eyes on Tierres, and the followers' blockage was abruptly broken through, and he suddenly panicked.
The ground was stabbed with thorns one after another, but Tierres acted as if he was sentient, stepping on key points with every step, fighting energy surged out, directly shattering the thorns.
Step by step, he approached Shehad thirty meters.
Shehad became anxious, twisted the ring in his hand, and a burst of fireball shot out. If this was not a small burst fireball like Ange's, but a normal burst fireball of level 4, it hit the body that Tierres was holding and broke into pieces.
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Tires' long sword stirred, constantly stirring up sand and dust, and blocking his sight. Shehad used his shield to blow away the sand and dust, and the last ice cone pierced Tires's chest.
But Tierres' long sword also pierced his stomach.
Just when both sides were hurt, a skeleton suddenly jumped up not far away. The skeleton groped from the empty space in front of it, pulled out a swordsman, and threw out a little girl and a brass baby dragon.
, an armored man, a mist, and a steel structure.
"Nicholas' Assassins!"
"Those people in the oasis!"
"They are a team!"
It was too late to say anything. Both Tierres and Shehad were pushed away.
Everyone looked at the enemy's luxurious carriage and the equipment on Tierres and Shehad, and laughed.