Versatile Mage

There is an appalling creature all over this long river of Shaho, the White Sand Demon Soldier, who stands on the lofty Gobi and looks forward to it as a dry place to sink.

It's a river, but it's more like an ocean, slowly sinking down the continental shelf, filled with fine white mud sand, the thickness of the mud sand varies, and it looks more like a fluctuating white ocean.

“Didn't you say there were White Sand Demon soldiers everywhere? Why didn't I see one?” Zhang Xiaohou covered the sun above with his hands and said in a gazing position.

This is equally questionable in the hearts and minds of the people. At this moment, the view is quite wide enough to see white mud sand a few kilometres away. Nothing in the mud sand is creeping, except a thin white sand wave that occasionally blows up.

At this time, Ling Ling took one of the worthless organs of the sandstorm tiger out of the package. She handed it to Zhang Xiaohou next to her: “Come, throw it far away. ”

Zhang Xiaohou suddenly blew up a layer of mud sand wave in the calm white mud sand when he threw this gut far into the Shahou River.

A half-giant creature with a sanding knife, three metres tall, stood up, neatly surrounded by the bloody gut, watched with vigilance, and quickly turned into a grain of fine white sand, all scattered across the river.

The whole process also lasted a few seconds, from a calm white sandy land to a sudden surge of forty or fifty white machete giants, to that sandy land that had returned to its former calm, and people were staring.

“It's just such a tiny gut. Should there be so many creatures all at once? If our team walks past, there must not be an army of white sand demons.” Zhang Xiaohou said with dismay.

Mofan and Zhao Manyan nodded vigorously and almost peed.

Fortunately, we didn't step in directly. God knows how many White Sand Demons will pop up around us all at once.

“We're camping by the river today, and it's getting dark, and it's not too late to leave until dawn tomorrow.” Ling Ling said.

When it comes to camping efficiency, no one can talk to Zhang Xiaohoubi.

Like beating chicken blood, this guy has endless energy every day and seems to be very enthusiastic about doing anything.

By the time everyone was resting, Zhang Xiaohou had arranged the tents for everyone to rest. There were two tents for men and women separated.

Movan walked up to the Wolf and neatly combed the hair from the Wolf's neck with his hands, asking him if he was tired. ”

Ye Xinxia shook her head, just about to speak, but the Wolf raised her head with grudge, like saying that the question should be asked.

Movan couldn't help but laugh and pat the head of the Phantom Wolf Beast.

The Ghost Wolf Beast also has a high level of hard work. This journey is not only with summer in mind, but also with the little Lori Ling, who is not as good as an adult. Ling Ling Xiao Ling, the body of the heart and summer is thin, the two women together are not expected to be heavy by Movan alone, the wolf of the disease appeared to resent that this time it can not be the first to fight as it has always been.

“Those White Sand Demons just seem to want to defend their territory, they are not as brutal as the Sandstorm Tigers, and I should be able to appease them.” Summer hung a smile on her face.

Looking at the fine sweat beads on her forehead, Movan still felt sorry for herself, but it seemed that she was in a good mood because she had never been to such a place or fought alongside herself.

……

The night soon descends.

The temperature difference between day and night on this Gobi was so great that the last trace of warmth on this yellow and white land faded away and the cold came silently.

All three girls had fallen asleep in the tent, and the three men took turns watching the night.

Movan was in charge of the second half of the night, and when he woke up, he felt like he was in another world, and the cold was blowing on him with a wind that wasn't blocked at all, cutting his skin like a knife.

Movan himself lit a flame and threw it on the ground, forming a small campfire.

His own boring repetitive practice of extinguishing and igniting these flames has been going on for about half an hour, and Movan suddenly hears something moving in the distance.

Despite its ability to night vision, fine white sand permeates the sky, with very low visibility.

Movan woke up Zhang Xiaohou and kept him here in the tent, but went to the sounding side to see for himself.

The distance is like footsteps, overlapping voices, and there is no telling how many creatures are running around in this Gobi wasteland.

Movan arrived on a raised stone wall, he did not rush past, his body hidden in a crevice of the stone wall, his eyes looked forward, the field of view in front was not covered by white fine sand, in the moonlight you can clearly see a small group of sandstorm tigers running on the earth not far away.

Their roaring is deafening and the ground trembles more on foot.

Looking forward, a team of hunting magicians are fleeing to their death, and it looks frightening.

A total of six or seven Shatsunami tigers appeared, and even Movan's team on his side had to run.

In the moonlight, Movan saw two of those hunting magicians, the mean woman with the black and yellow skin and Captain Blackbeard.

They had long panicked and fled in the direction of the Sha 'a River.

Soon they had stepped into the white mud sand of the Sandy River, and they dared not stop, running into about four or five hundred meters in a row.

And all of a sudden, the sandstorm tigers who had been chasing them so poorly stopped by the river, and they stood at the very edge of the river, wanting to swallow the human magicians into their bellies, but not knowing why they were afraid to take another half-step forward.

They stared, agitated, and there was a kind of sadness and anger that the ducks flew away to their mouths.

Movan is wondering why those famous for their brutality suddenly gave up pursuit, suddenly a horrible scene appeared in the Shaho River, looking at Movan with a stunning gaze and numb scalp!!

Only white sand demon soldiers lined up in white sand pulled up, and their sanding knives overlapped and cut them off towards the hunting magicians...

There was a terrible scream in the crowd, and instantly it turned into flying blood!