This is a vast desert, with baked and hot yellow sand swirling and flying in the strong wind.
The whining sound of the wind carries a rough desolation. The sand beneath your feet is crushed, but you can still faintly feel some differences. Compared with the natural scenery, the changes caused in such a short period of time cannot completely make it complete.
adaptation.
This was not originally a desert.
At a sudden glance, it is true that the surroundings are desolate, but if you look closely at the desolation, there is wealth hidden.
It only takes a little closer inspection to find that under some sand dunes, there are golden metal particles hidden. This metal still symbolizes the words "precious" and "valuable" even in a world where extraordinary things are prevalent.
The strong wind swept across and pushed away a sand dune, revealing a small bush of withered yellow that was buried under the yellow sand last night. Although it looked dry, it still exuded the breath of life resolutely. This is an indispensable plant in the desert, and also
In the desert, there are a few plants that are not highly toxic.
With the invasion of the dragon clan, and the transformation of the occupied area by the dragon clan.
It brings about more than just a little change.
It is often the subtleties that reveal the true meaning.
Walking on this vast desert, in a convoy, the bright armor of the dragon warriors shone brightly.
The lower dragon beasts pulling the cart screamed excitedly, they seemed to like the dryness and heat here.
Lao Bai had a lavender jade shell spread out in his hand. He tapped the shell gently, and a transparent light and shadow rushed out from the gap in the shell, immediately forming a three-dimensional picture in front of him.
Lao Bai seemed to be studying something, and sometimes showed a thoughtful expression.
Official Hu was still by his side, holding a strange machine box in his hand with a dragon shape carved on it.
It's just that the dragon's form is closer to the appearance of the divine dragon in the immortal civilization, and is very different from the mainstream demon dragon form in Orgris at the moment.
The two of them, who didn't know when, actually came to the Western World, and were walking through the area occupied by the Dragon Clan, so openly and openly, it didn't look like they were sneaking in secretly.
In the swaying dragon car, the two of them did not have any dialogue, but the atmosphere did not seem stiff or boring.
For the two people who are already very familiar with each other, no matter how lonely the air is, they will not feel uneasy or uncomfortable.
Lao Bai changed his posture and continued the picture scroll in his hand.
Official Hu poured him a glass of wine at hand.
Both of them are busy on their own.
The night is gradually getting dark.
Sparse starlight fell from high in the sky, illuminating the empty wilderness.
The scorching heat of the day began to dissipate, the air began to become cold, and under the double cover of night and night wind, there was deathly silence all around.
The burning bonfire does not seem to bring much warmth, but even in this dark and silent environment, many things are quietly changing.
For example, a small piece of oasis disappears, or a small piece of green emerges from the yellow sand again.
When the night is completely enveloped, the remaining warmth of the sun has dissipated the last gentleness, and the whole world is getting colder, and this coldness pierces the soul.
The silent desert seems to be meditating, reflecting on the noise and heat of the day.
This is another different side.
In such a night, anyone's thoughts and feelings will unconsciously extend outward.
A huge dark tornado roared, rolling up the sand and soil high, and then throwing it down heavily. This was the roar of the wind.
Looking at the huge tornadoes lined up in a row in the distance, the faces of the white-armored dragons who had been sullen all the way showed relaxed expressions.
"It seems we have arrived!" Hu Daguan said.
"Wind Demon Dragon City!" Lao Bai affirmed.
It was unimaginable that there would be a majestic and shocking city on top of dozens of huge tornadoes arranged together.
In the night, it looks like a beast dormant in the sky, ready to open its mouth and devour the world at any time.
After extinguishing the bonfire, everyone did not move. Instead, they waited for the rows of hurricanes to approach.
It turns out that driven by those hurricanes, the entire Wind Demon Dragon City suspended in the sky is constantly moving. It is a city that drifts with the hurricanes.
A miracle that can only exist in the extraordinary world.
Only the Dragon Clan can achieve 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 gathered tightly together.
"Hold on to the shaft!" an older dragon man in the convoy shouted loudly.
All experienced people actually do not need to say hello. They have already found a good position and fixed their bodies.
Holding the shaft of the car tightly, the majestic dragon beasts let out long panicked cries, and then pressed their bodies firmly to the ground.
Suddenly the whole world was spinning. Both Lao Bai and Hu Daguan felt that there were countless forces tearing at his body, trying to pull him in different directions. If it weren't for his cultivation in the past three hundred years,
Here, he has made great progress, and even his physical body has been polished to be very powerful, and he is afraid that it will be directly torn apart by this terrifying hurricane.
This is obviously the first threshold into the city.
If he didn't have dragon blood and his body was naturally strong, he would probably not be able to hold on when being torn apart by such a wind.
As he got deeper and deeper into the center of the hurricane, Lao Bai realized that he was rising continuously.
When it reached a peak and all the chaotic pulling forces were cleared, Lao Bai found that the dragon beast car he was riding on had appeared on a huge platform.
Looking up and looking into the distance...a huge and terrifying dragon is crouching on the top of the fiery red city. His eyes seem to be watching the entire city all the time. It seems that nothing can escape his dragon eyes.
This looks like... a very hardworking dragon. Ordinary dragon city governors would not be so diligent.
The entire majestic city is basically decorated in dark blue and earthy yellow, and huge dragon statues are carved on the high places of many buildings.
They look like they are alive.
In fact, they are not all fake.
Some are real dragons, or dragon beasts close to dragon form, which have been casted with specific magic and solidified in the city.
Only when called upon can one come alive.
These dragons often make big mistakes and are punished here.
"Wind Demon Dragon City mainly produces gold and storm crystals, because when the city was built, the demon dragons buried a vein deep in the desert. Many of the specialties produced now are derived from that vein.
Minerals, the core veins, are mined in limited quantities every year." Next to Lao Bai and Hu Daguan, there was a dragon man. This dragon man seemed to be a local and was introducing his hometown.
The dragon invasion has been going on for decades.
Several decades...enough to live for two generations!
For ordinary people, a long time is enough to forget many things.
My former hometown is already a very distant thing.
Coupled with the issues of publicity and education, it is obvious that the dragon people in the areas occupied by the dragon tribe will not really live in dire straits as reported outside.
They still love their current life, and there shouldn't be anything wrong with this...it just seems a bit cruel to those ancestors who sacrificed their lives for territory, freedom, and inheritance.
Even so, for most mediocre people, living... is the first priority in life.
Most of them have truly regarded the Dragon City where they currently live as their true hometown.
I no longer have a complete concept of my motherland or homeland.
That's probably... equivalent to another world, another time and space, a scene that only exists in stories.