Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Hope Oasis, Sand People and Sand Pirates each occupy one end, facing each other across the central lake.

There are tens of thousands of sand people in the oasis, and tens of thousands of troops can be pulled up at any time. It sounds like a lot, but all metal weapons can't be handled by everyone. Some people carry wooden forks, rakes, armor and so on. Don't even think about it.

Moreover, in the entire oasis, there are only about 5,000 camels, and the number of cavalry is no match for the sand robbers.

Facing the experienced, well-equipped Sand Pirates who have experienced many battles, it is entirely because of the enemy that they can carry it to the present.

Sand Pirates are scattered, without a unified command, greedy for life and afraid of death, unwilling to lose their own strength, they wait for others to die first, and then take advantage of it themselves.

And the Sha people are able to work together and persevere until now because they protect their family and land.

The most important thing is that the great magician on the side of the Sand Pirates actually walked away after destroying the defense line of the Sand People. If the great magician was still there, the sand people would have collapsed long ago.

Neither the sand people nor the sand robbers could understand why the magician left at the last moment. If their souls could touch the dead soul of Sheikh, the other party might tell them the reason: "The dragons have all run away, what do you useless sand robbers have?" Use? Help you grab those junk? Dirty hands."

There is no one who can convince the crowd to preside over the overall situation, and they each have their own small calculations. After the sand bandits occupy half of the oasis, it is difficult to advance an inch.

In the past two days, they fought a few sporadic battles, but there were no results, but when they entered the oasis on the first day, they robbed something.

As night fell, Mogu, an experienced old Sand Bandit, sensed something was wrong. He quietly approached a familiar Sand Bandit, just in time to see that the other party was quietly packing his luggage.

The Moguls found the leader of this band of sand bandits, a one-eyed assassin who was blind in one eye.

As soon as they met, the Mogu guy said straight to the point: "You also noticed something was wrong?"

One-eyed nodded solemnly: "Today, there were no flying wingmen flying around all day, and no one came to inform us that the mission was completed, and no one came to send us money. Any fool knows something is wrong."

"Do you have any inside information?" the Mog asked.

One-eyed shook his head: "No, but there are only a few possibilities of coming and going. The flying winged people killed the dragon and are busy transporting the dragon's corpse away. Either the dragon wiped out the flying winged group, but this It may be relatively small, but the dragon hasn't come back, so doesn't it protect these sand people?"

"Then why are you packing your luggage? Afraid the dragon will come back?" Mog asked.

"Of course it is to prevent the worst situation. The Winged Man killed the dragon and killed us by the way." A cold light flashed in the one-eyed one-eyed one.

"This...isn't it, the Flying Wing Knights don't want their reputation?" Mogu said hesitantly. All Sand Pirates? Who would dare to listen to the call of the Flying Wing Knights in the future?

It has to be said that the Mog guy is only experienced as a sand thief, and his conspiracy and tricks are incomparable with the one-eyed leader.

"Why not? Only in this way can the profit be maximized. As for the reputation? Is it a reputation to 'design clever strategies to wipe out thousands of sand robbers and protect the safety of desert trade routes'?" Does protecting the environment and the people count as reputation?"

"Exchange our heads for military exploits, sell us as captives, and save a hundred thousand magic crystal employment fees, and get a dragon corpse for nothing. Let's say that dragon is the protector of sand robbers, protecting those bloody monsters with bloody hands." The Flying Wing Knights had no choice but to slaughter the Sand Pirates, standing on the moral high ground, and gaining the title of dragon slaying warrior for nothing."

Mogu's jaw dropped, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became, and finally he couldn't help cursing: "You leaders are really dark-hearted."

One-eyed chuckled: "I haven't said anything about the darker ones, I can definitely sell you, and you even count the money for me."

"Then run overnight? Can you run away?" Mogu asked, he had already made up his mind, and when he went back, he was ready to run like One Eye.

"Preparation is necessary, but there is no need to worry about running away. As you said, the Flying Wing Knights cannot lose their reputation. No matter how beautiful a lie is, it can't hide the stares. Those excuses can only deceive ordinary people. There are no truly wise people, I hope they can keep their promises, maybe they are just delayed by something now."

"Then you guys are..." Mogu pointed at the quietly moving sand bandits in the camp.

"Of course, take the loot away first, and leave some irrelevant people here to wait for news. Let's find a place to hide first. I know there is a hiding place nearby. Thanks to your care, I was able to By the way, take one with you, 'one'." Cyclops deliberately repeated and emphasized the number 'one'.

Mogu nodded to show his understanding: "Then I won't leave, and I will follow you from now on, leader." After speaking, Mogu gave a tactful salute.

"Hahaha." Looking at the former old acquaintance who is now his subordinate, Cyclops was somewhat excited, turned back and walked into the tent, and when he came out again, he was already dragging two 14-year-old Sandmen by his hands girl.

"Following me will not let you suffer, and I will use your rich experience in the future. These two little chicks will be given to you to serve your daily life." One-eyed pushed the two sand people girls towards the Mog.

Mogu's old face burst into laughter: "Hey, the leader is so generous, I won't be polite, there will be a sandstorm tomorrow morning."

After saying that, the Mog guy dragged the two girls back into the tent.

The one-eyed "hehe" chuckled, in the desert, there was a sand bandit who could observe the weather, it was like possessing a magic weapon.

He had just finished laughing when suddenly a black figure jumped in from outside the camp and landed steadily beside him. out.

The one-eyed soul was drawn out, and the black shadow hooked back to the tent with a sickle, drawing out another fire of the soul. The tent was also cut open at the same time, revealing Mogu who had just taken off his clothes and fell to the ground at the moment Dude, and two stunned Sandman girls.

Ange ignored the girl from the sand people, turned around and rushed to the depths of the camp. Soon, his arrival alarmed all the sand robbers, trying hard to organize a counterattack.

However, when they struggled to organize themselves in the dark, they were horrified to find that the enemy in front of them had become their familiar accomplices.

The weapons and equipment on those accomplices have not changed at all, but their expressions are dull, their eyes are rolled, and their movements are stiff, but they don't care about the swords that are slashing at them.

"Ah! The undead! The undead is back!" Some people recalled the scene a few days ago, and immediately realized that the person who harvested souls with the death scythe was back.

"Come on!" Luthor rushed forward excitedly, carrying his newly obtained dragon-pattern steel core, mithril filigree magic pattern, earth-covered forged gem gain, puncture and enchantment two-handed sword: "Thirst for blood, my sword!"

"You're overthinking, dragon pattern steel doesn't suck blood." Lightning complained, flexibly dodging the attack of the sand bandit, and finding the right moment, stamped a big hoof on it.

Although it is not a horse, it is much stronger than a horse. If it is kicked by it, it will end with a broken tendon and bone.

The little zombie sacrificed his armor, his hands were like hoes, he ran, hit, and planed.

Holding the holy light in his hand, the angel skeleton rushed forward with Negris on his back. When he encountered the enemy's sword, Negris stretched out his head to block it.

Nairi was startled by this weird fighting combination, and followed them, breathing out a dragon's breath from time to time as a response.

At this moment, Neaili has transferred her consciousness to the young dragon, becoming a living stunted young dragon. Unlike Negris, she is alive and can grow up.

This time, Ange bred a silver dragon and a brass dragon. The brass dragon transferred Naiari's consciousness, but the silver dragon has no consciousness to transfer in yet, and it is still a plant dragon for the time being.

Nairi's original body was still thrown under the oasis mat. That body was too huge. Ange couldn't stuff it into the Palace of Rest, couldn't summon it up, and couldn't reincarnate it. Leave it there for now.

Under the effect of the halo of quick death, the dragon's corpse accelerated its dehydration. In addition to the dry climate in the desert, the dragon's corpse would not rot but would shrivel up. When Ange found a way, he could transform it into a corpse dragon.

Of course, it is also possible to transform into a bone dragon, but the bone dragon can't fly, and its wings are rotten, which violates Ang's idea of ​​wanting to ride a dragon.

As soon as Negris stretched his head, the helmet on his head blocked a sand robber's slashing, and the angel skull punched the sand robber on the bridge of the nose with a holy light fist, killing him directly.

Negris still had time to talk, and he said on the sidelines: "The night is the home of undead creatures. I can see things more clearly than during the day. The fluctuations of everyone's soul are clearly visible. Those with weak vitality, the fluctuations are timely. Sometimes, those with strong vitality are as conspicuous as a bonfire standing tens of meters away."

Niairi behind her shook her head: "I can't see anymore, it's dark, I feel like I've returned to the dragon's egg, all my senses have been weakened by more than half, and I feel empty and weak when I breathe out the dragon's breath. Feel."

Negris comforted: "Of course, with your current body size, you can't even be considered a baby dragon, but don't worry, eat more lamb and beets, and you will grow up soon. Our five-year-old dragon egg A hundred years is the most critical time for growing our bodies, and the nutrition during this period determines how big we can grow in the end."

Nai Li swallowed her saliva: "Don't talk about it. I used to be old and I didn't have much appetite. Every time I ate it, I swallowed it raw. I don't know why it's because I'm getting younger. When you talk about Little Sheep, The speed of ambergris secretion speeds up, and I really want to eat it. This time, I have to pluck the hair. I think human beings will marinate it with spices, and then eat it until it is sizzling. I will try this next time. .”

"Stop talking." It was Negris' turn to say with a bitter face, "I want to eat too, but I can't."

While they were chatting, the Purple Skeleton Titans who received Anger's order came from the other end of the central lake in the oasis. The three-meter-tall giants, carrying wolf sticks with thick thorns around their waists, draped millet.

The Sand Pirates were scattered, their hearts fluttered, there was no unified command, and they were smeared with black paint. They didn't even know how many enemies there were. After being charged by the Purple Skeleton Titans, they couldn't hold it anymore and fled in all directions.

The army was defeated like a mountain, many battles, and most of the injuries were caused when they fled. Ange led a group of people chasing after them, leaving a lot of corpses wherever they passed.

At this moment, Negris saw a powerful aura appearing in front of him.

boom! Luther, who was eager to chase, suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from ahead, and subconsciously swung his sword down.

The aura in front of him didn't show any weakness either, he directly greeted him and punched out.

boom! The face of the fist hit Luther's blade, and there was a huge impact sound. Luther was sent flying, but the opponent remained motionless.

Luther was horrified, and loudly warned: "Everyone be careful!"

The shock in Luther's heart couldn't be overstated. What he was holding was a two-handed sword with a dragon pattern steel core, which was enchanted with piercing. Combined with his own strength, he was punched back by the opponent's fist when he slashed with all his strength? How can it be? Is the opponent's fist made of metal?

Even if he was blown away, the other party didn't move at all, who is it? The sword of truth?

Although a little frightened, Luthor didn't hesitate. After warning, he took out the beets and chewed them. He thought it was just a chasing battle, but he didn't expect to encounter hard stubble, so he didn't waste the beets.

Ange rushed over, and rows of explosive fireballs formed in front of him, drawing tracks in the dark night and rushing towards the enemy.

The enemy swung his fists repeatedly, exploding fireballs one after another. The exploding fireballs illuminated the night and the figure of the enemy.

It was a strange-looking middle-aged human being, with high bulging cheekbones, long chin, thin eyes, almost invisible eyeballs, and two nostrils facing the person, which looked bigger than the eyes.

He was dressed in ordinary fishermen's coarse clothes, and there were still fine white salt particles on the clothes, as if he came directly over after going into the sea without washing, and the salt particles were left after the sea water evaporated.

The appearance is weird and the dress is ordinary, but the strength is by no means ordinary. After he blew up more than a dozen explosive fireballs, he might feel a little annoyed, so he stopped punching, and directly raised a hand in front of him, letting the explosive fireballs Booming on his body, the bursting flames burned him, like a breeze blowing on him, and quickly disappeared.

"What a strong magic resistance!" Luther shouted loudly, wrapping his fighting spirit around his two-handed swords, and was about to step forward.

Just then, with wings flapping and her feet on the sand, Niale ran up like an old hen and yelled, "Stop, Brusque!?"

The weird middle-aged man turned his head to look, and immediately squinted his eyes in horror, revealing a pair of vertical pupils: "Grandma Nai Li!? How is it possible, aren't you dead? What are you...how are you...how are you Shrunk?"

Hearing the name of Brusque and looking at the vertical pupils of the opponent's eyes, Negris hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop, you are your own!"

Fortunately, it yelled quickly, the angel skeleton had already spread its wings, and Ange reached out to drag Patsy out.

"This is Dragon Transfiguration. It is my grandnephew, Golden Dragon Bruce, the current dragon patriarch. Why are you here?" The last sentence was what Niali asked Bruce.

Bruce's eyes kept going back and forth between Negris and Niali, with an incredible expression on his face, he said:

"I received a message from your bloodline, grandma, and I was going to bring everyone to collect your corpse, but I was stopped by the human truth powerhouse. I quietly asked Yolanda to come over to have a look, but I didn't expect to be caught by the human powerhouse halfway. Going back, I have no choice but to come here in person, can I not collect your body, what's going on with you?"

"Speaking of it, you don't believe it. I was resurrected. Ange created a new body for me. Hey, I remembered. Where's the dragon egg in your house? Has it been stuck for a long time? If you use my This method can completely solve the problem of stuck eggs."

Nairi said excitedly and excitedly: "Brusque, your dragon egg is saved!"

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