When everything is dull and dull, only some tiny particles invade unsuspecting eyes, nostrils and ear canals along the turbulent airflow. The water in the body is pinched and put down by invisible hot palms, as if dehydrated dry.
The firewood received sporadic water vapor and was quickly air-dried. The throat was very dry due to severe dehydration, as if it was sore and itchy like downy hair. However, he could not open his mouth to cough out. What he violently coughed out was not saliva but blood, and he inhaled it again.
Large areas of dust
It can only make the exhausted body continue to press to the limit of the spirit. This is a purgatory for the body and spirit. Following the path of the chaotic breeze, looking down from the sky is a sand table. It is clearly in a damp and cold underground world, but this desert has
The heat wave on the surface, along with it, this desert is not just a bare patch, on the contrary, stars and scattered plants of mixed colors are spread out on this sand table, relying on these half-real and half-fake plants are pieces of it.
Gathering area.
"Shasha" The slightly soft sand was pushed aside by flat and long bone plates. In the bushes with low leaves that looked like bone spurs, a smaller scorpion-like creature cautiously raised the deformed flat tail spine slightly.
, after a while, I seemed to realize that it was safe under the trees, with a relatively bloated head and abdomen.
It suddenly emerged from the soil, "clicking, clicking" as its body was completely exposed on the sand. A subtle sound came from its front body like a cylindrical leather kettle, and two arc-shaped hornbills separated from its smooth belly.
The teeth are clasped in the middle of the head and abdomen, and a spinous skin is squeezed out from the front of the body like a water bag.
The small head and rows of slender short legs moved quickly. However, just as this strange creature had just completed its camouflage transformation, a large amount of dust and smoke suddenly rose from the bushes next to it. The strange creature instinctively felt threatened, but it was gathering momentum.
There was no way to dodge in the long-standing ambush.
The sand layer within one meter of the area where the strange creatures were located quickly collapsed downwards, like an hourglass. The strange creatures were all submerged into the bottom of the hourglass along with the quicksand. Two deep lines closed from the end of the hourglass, and the sound of cooing was mixed with the sound of the wind.
The erupted sand springs fell down and filled up the sunken surface.
The only intelligent beings that can freely travel through this restricted area of life are extraordinary. Under the constraints of the dangerous living conditions, other than the native beings who have evolved special bodies here, the life levels of those outsiders are innately restricted. Therefore,
Here too
It is a neutral chaotic zone under the law of the jungle. Even the Dark Elf family, which dominates the underground world, is unwilling to include its precious territory in this abrupt zone, but this does not mean that staying in this desert is called
Get freedom, more
To be precise, it can only be regarded as wanton. No visible force has stepped forward to announce that it will issue decrees for this chaotic soil. However, the travelers who wander here spontaneously treat this place as a trading area and appear in a hurry like mayflies.
After this land disappeared the next day, the specific reputation of this land could not be defined. However, due to a series of strange coincidences, the name of this desert was still passed down orally by wandering travelers.
It naturally exists here firmly.
Pieces of flat stone slabs that are burnt black and look like smoke from cooking smoke are perfectly put together to form a simple carpet. Fragmented products are placed on the stone slabs, and flat earth scorpions, sharp horns or broken tooth crabs may emerge at any time.
In the lost desert, these products stayed very quietly on the stone slabs. The merchants who announced the products looked various, but most of them imitated the merchants in the black market in the above world and covered themselves with simple black robes.
, there are a few exceptions that make people feel that they should be taken for granted. Some of them are monsters, and the other part are undead creatures with obvious undead characteristics. The so-called casualness is fully displayed here, and it may have been there just a second ago.
There was a price competition, and in the next second one party had unexpectedly killed the other party. What was even more interesting was that no matter which party was killed, the other hosts and guests who were trading stood aside and chose to acquiesce.
There are no buildings in the Lost Desert, and the only things that can be barely used as shelters are real plants. Some wanderers with insufficient eyesight have been attacked by monsters disguised as plants. They either learned a lesson at a heavy price or got a false alarm.
In fact, the only way these wanderers can actually get out alive is because after they were attacked, the nearby "friends" helped them make better use of the items they had.
"This makes me curious. How did you, a wanderer from outside, take root in this land in just one year?" A man with a body length of about one meter resembles a pangolin but does not imitate many of its companions*
It was naked, but chose to lie on the ground wearing a simple black robe, which made it look inexplicably cute. However, Li Ming, who was talking to it, had seen its mouth half-covered under the cloak suddenly and again.
It looked like it swallowed up the customer who was doing business.
"Rather than answering this question, you should explain your identity to me." Liming lazily pressed her back against the natural quilt. Occasionally, she would feel that her back was being pinched by some hard object.
"I've heard about the world above. Are there many people like me there?" The pangolin shook its long, scaled tail that couldn't be covered by its loose robe.
"I've only seen one." There was nothing placed in front of Li Ming, and the same was true for pangolins. According to the distribution method of the Lost Desert, they are temporary residents. Creatures who often go in and out of the Lost Desert often encounter pangolins, but Li Ming
Another theory is that because the guests leaving the desert come and go very slowly, a mere year is too short for beings in the extraordinary realm.
"What does it look like? Does it have sharp teeth? Does it have slender claws like mine? Can its tail be as elegant and sharp as mine?" The pangolin became excited when talking about this.
He was originally lazy and sat up cross-legged like a human being.
"According to your standards, there should be none. You have asked this question hundreds of times." Liming narrowed his eyes.
"Tch, didn't you just come to those wandering female drows to ask for news?" Pangolin started to speak but was interrupted by Dawn, "I have also explained it many times, drow and night elves correspond to the two genders of dark elves respectively.
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"Hey, what on earth do you want to do?" The pangolin twitched its tail and deftly swatted Dawn away, then coincidentally sat in front of it in a cross-legged posture.
"Just like you want to go to the above world to find monsters, I'm just on a mission." If I had met the pangolin for the first time in Dawn, I would definitely not have accepted the pangolin's "slap" as skillfully as now. It should be said
, after experiencing hundreds of "slaps", Li Ming had to get used to it.
"I have an agreement and am forced to stay here until the deadline is up before I go to the earth. When will your intelligence collection end?" The pangolin was talking when suddenly the sound of chewing came from not far away.
"That guy Noxon picked up another fight today. Hey, you should tell me. If you tell me, I might be able to help you. My deadline is not far away. Then you can take me to find you.
That monster you were talking about."
"Ku~" The hot wind stirred up the quicksand, hovering on the edge of the lost desert. Saloons rushed out of the horizon. The chaotic sound of wind and small gravels in the ears urged the resting wanderers, and the scurrying breeze was stirred up.
The surge of wind formed a twisted rope to tighten the boundaries of desert activities, and the flying
The intersection of sand and dust in the waterfall vaguely outlines the prototype of the rising sandstorm. The sound flood rising from the mute scale turns to the edge of control. In the giant storm under the darkness, the violent friction of the bottom wind belt ignites a blazing fire wave that shortens the darkness.
It was brightened and extinguished in an instant, and in a trance, the end of the world appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"The Drainage Storm is coming again? Hey, boy, come here quickly." The pangolin was just not surprised when it saw this scene. It ignored the wanderers running towards the center of the Drainage Desert and started digging holes on its own.
Using claws to dig is better to say that it uses waving claws as a medium to separate large grains of sand on its own.
"Here we go again." Li Ming just sighed. Just before the raging waves formed by the wind and sand appeared in the dark distance and were about to engulf him, the silver-blue light shrouded the whole body from the top of Li Ming's head, and the light and shadow shattered.
Dawn appeared next to the pangolin, and the latter created a tunnel more than ten kilometers long in dozens of breaths.
Although the structure is soft in the desert, this tunnel is very strong. The dawn flashes in front of the pangolin, which is rubbing its paws hastily. It backhands to face the sand wall rushing in front of it along the desert tunnel. The illusory stream of light turns into a sea of stars.
Surrounded by one person and one beast, the vast, cold and desolate emptiness is about to be overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle just around the corner, "Space, partition!"
"Om" The pale light curtain stretched across the sand waves and turned into an insurmountable barrier. The dawn slowly and unconsciously faded towards the light. The unfolding light curtain exposed the dim and vast void. The intersection of the light curtain and the desert tunnel emerged.
The dense bubbles reflected pure colors, "Plop!" Li Ming's body lightened, and the spell in his hand almost lost control. He immediately stabilized his body in the air, and the isolation wall continued to exist.
"There has never been such a serious situation in the past few times." The pangolin retracted its claws, but there was a hint of solemnity in its tone.
"I'm not sure, maybe there are many neighbors." Li Ming smiled.
"It's time to tell me now, are you a space apostle?" Pangolin did not overly grasp the meaning of the neighbor mentioned by Li Ming, "If nothing else, I know the evil god very well, as far as I know
They are evil gods, and their apostles are more like puppets. I have also caught a few travelers from the earthly world, and the angels of the earthly world they described are a bit too beautiful."
"..." Li Ming was silent for a while, "Probably."
"I've only heard of gods forgetting their believers, but I've never heard of such ridiculous things as believers forgetting their gods." Pangolin shook his head, "How long can the spell last? If you can't hold on, replace me. If it's because of overage,
If you become abnormal due to the use of space spells, it will be a big loss."
"I'm measured." Li Ming just said.
"Crack!" Suddenly, there was a crisp sound behind them. The pangolin turned its head, and long jade-tipped thorns popped out from the end of the solid tunnel in a row. Then the long thorns fluctuated up and down, and the entire wall at the end of the tunnel suddenly
Collapse, a man with his back slightly protruding backwards and wearing a gray-white cloak retracted his long legs covered with dark gray soft phosphorus. The long thorns were retracted into the toes the moment the opponent lowered his legs. If you look closely, they look like birds.
of claws.
"It's a bit sudden. What happened this time? Are you looking for the lava salamander to collect spell materials again?" The pangolin has long been used to strange things.
"It's not you, it's him." The muddy tone is reminiscent of the harsh sound made by the friction of rusty iron sheets...