Zero no ambassador: my harem

"Phew!" The air lance whipped past the blasted Miggs and crashed into the battle group of goblins a hundred meters away, penetrating seven or eight of the unfortunate goblins before fading away.

"Ah, thanks." Miggs robbed the goblins and thanked Trier.

Trier laughed bitterly, "Let's go against the enemy first."

Miggs waited to face the direction of the goblins such as Vaidashar, and only a moment later the opposite side prepared three more powerful magic, either range or the kind that penetrated extremely strong general magic defenses couldn't defend against.

Miggs and the others, who were at a numerical disadvantage, were left with only a little room to maneuver, dealing with Vedachard's magical attacks in a poor manner. If it wasn't for Trier's strength being a tier above Vaidachar, Miggs, etc., and often covering for Miggs, Jennifer, etc., there would have been battle deaths. But the magical power of Miggs and other wise people was gradually running out, and the worst strength no13 and no14 Jennifer were already injured.

"Withdraw, Miggs." Terrier backed up to Miggs, advising him as he deflected the two incoming air lances.

Miggs panted, dealing with the ground spikes and air blades. "Retreat? What about the guards if we retreat?"

Trier looked into the distance, the goblin advantage on Nefertis's side was indeed there, but if a few of them [Wise Man] evacuated and let the opponent's [Wise Man] enter the battle, it would soon be reversed or even face a massacre.

Looking at the yellow sand filled area not too far away again, there wasn't even any room for Shaar to roar, the sound of collisions was also much less, and it looked like Shaar wouldn't be able to slow down that [Great Wise Man] any time soon.

Was it a total downward spiral? Terrier laughed bitterly.

"We must preserve our strength until the brave return." Trier's eyes showed determination.

"Miggs, tell [Brave] to treat the goblins of the [Ars Tribe] well."

"Eh? Wait, what do you want to do?" Miggs watched as Trier flew up against Vedachar and the others, filled with a tree green glow.

The Vedachar crowd focused their fire gradually on the approaching Triye.

Trier's flying skills were good, dodging left and right under the rain of wind blades and sand gun fire with only a few scratches. But as it got closer, it became increasingly difficult to dodge.

"O Atmosphere, spin, rage, show your fury!!!"

Trier was stabbed in the body with a sand gun, but he went on to complete the last magic of the goblin's life.

The wind, the wind is flowing; the wind, the wind is gathering; the wind, the wind is angry!

A growing storm swirled around Trier's body, growing larger and larger, connecting with the ground and swirling yellow sand, changing from a mere tornado to a sandstorm. The sandstorm attacked Vaidashar and the others along the direction of Trier's flight, and even this group of [Wise] had to retreat in the face of the magic Trier had sacrificed his life to make, they each manipulated the air and brought themselves to the side to dodge away from it.

The sandstorm rushed into the battlefield of the [Green] [Village Chiefs], involving dozens and hundreds of goblins that were close to them, turning them into blood and flesh blenders, on the other hand, the sandstorm raised yellow sands that obscured the air of this side of the battlefield for thousands of meters.

Miggs now understood what Terrier was up to.

"Let's withdraw!!!" "Goblin Guard, Expeditionary Force, this is Miggs, retreat, back to [Nefertis]." Miggs used all his magic power and drummed the air to spread his voice out over the battlefield.

Some of the goblins who heard the order hesitated, but most of them still followed the order to retreat back.

Vaidashar and the others wanted to stop them, but they were also blocked from view by the yellow sand and were unsure of Miggs and his location. They could only attack and kill a few [Green] [Village Chief] level goblins in close proximity, and retreated by the opposite side.

Chapter 53 - The Battle of Nefertis 3

In the yellow sand in the middle of the battlefield.

On the other hand, Abe Loon across the street was breathing steadily, not even breaking a drop of sweat.

"Char, my son, you who also imitated [Yellow Sand Sage], whose realm is inferior to mine, you can't win against me."

"Less, less nonsense." Shaar beckoned a Yellow Sand Lance to swiftly stab at Abel.

Abel raised his hand and the wall of yellow sand rose to block the yellow sand lance.

"Come to me, even if you hate me, it doesn't matter, you don't see the position of Chief Lune, what about the relics of the [Yellow Sand Sage]? I can't break through [Wise Man], but if it's you, I might be able to enlighten."

"Come on, my son, if you come over here, the power and strength will be yours." Abel seduced.

For the first time, Shaar had a waver, a relic of the [Yellow Sand Sage]?! For him and Abel, who were also on this path, that was the best treasure of all. Maybe, it really could become the new [Yellow Sand Sage]?

"Yes, my son, come here, we weren't supposed to fight, were we?" Abel saw Char's wavering and smiled. His other son was dead, and this one was the only one who could succeed him, and it was unlikely that he would produce a third son, already over a hundred years old. He had worked so hard to steal one of the chiefs of the Lune tribe, but he didn't want to die and go back to the Lune family's relatives.

"Ha, ha, ha." Sharl suddenly laughed, and cooled down when Abel looked uncertain, "I don't want it."

Shaar figured out that the old man was so eager, he obviously wanted to succeed him, but he was partial to not letting the old man have his way. As for the [Yellow Sand Sage]'s legacy, it had been passed down in the Luun tribe for 2000 years, and I hadn't seen anyone break through with it.

Abel was also angry, this son was too ungrateful. Looks like he'll be beaten down and locked up for a few dozen days after bringing him back to the Luun tribe, and then see if he's still tough or not?

Abel's mind changed, turning defensive to offensive, and the yellow sand form that had been roaming around his perimeter defending changed, lunging forward towards Char, dozens of hard, sharp lances sticking out of the wave-like yellow sand.

Xar crossed his arms to protect his face, and the yellow sand around his body transformed into several shields of yellow sand, firmly protecting his heart, joints and other vital parts.

In the next instant, the yellow sand lances spurted out, swoosh swoosh!

Xar squinted, his thin body crumbling in the rain of yellow sand guns, the yellow sand shield protecting his body being worn down a little. But the incoming yellow sand spears were incessant, if Char had the time to observe, he would have found that the spears that had passed around him had fallen into the ground behind him, and then scattered into the yellow sand and flowed back to replenish the yellow sand waves, from which the yellow sand spears were continuously generated. The cycle reached in this way could keep attacking until Abel Lune's magical and spiritual power was exhausted.

Char couldn't last until Abel's magic power ran out, and after carrying the thirty-fourth wave of the lance his protective yellow sand shield was shattered, and in the thirty-fifth wave, the lance pierced into his abdomen, feet, and left and right shoulder blades, knocking him out and spilling blood.

Damn, me, is the difference between him and me that big.

Shaar's magic and mental strength was almost exhausted, and his eyes were turning black after the injury and blood loss.

Abel was about to manipulate the yellow sand to bind Char when the tornado/sandstorm that Trier sacrificed his life to make broke into the center of the battlefield, the high-speed spinning yellow sand as sharp as a knife, the flow of air drawing nearby objects towards the center.

"Sandstorm?!" Abel was surprised, but had to avoid it for a while, protecting his surroundings with flowing yellow sand, a cloud of yellow sand that held itself outward.

Char, on the other hand, had no room to protect himself, and was driven by the air to fly into the air and roll towards the center of the sandstorm.

"SHAR!" Abe flew halfway out of the sky and saw the Shire in danger.

Weighing between the risks and rewards he might face, Abe turned around, and all the yellow sand flowed to form a three-meter-diameter spherical shell enveloping Abe Loon toward the center of the sandstorm. As for the perception of the surroundings, Abe Lune opened his [Mental Vision], and the 15-meter radius was simplified into a black and white scene outlined by lines.

The dust particles of yellow sand bombarded the outside of the flowing amount of yellow sand sphere shell, smashing a tiny crater, but it was quickly repaired by the flowing yellow sand, not hurting Abe Luen in the slightest. But to search for Char's location, Abel had to manipulate the yellow sand sphere to resist the sandstorm's attraction to move its position, and swam around the sandstorm with difficulty. Relying on the 15-meter radius of the [Mental Vision] to search for Charr.

There were also some goblins that were caught in the sandstorm and passed by in the [Mental Vision], and it was still difficult for Abel to tell if they were Char. There were a few times when he manipulated the yellow sand sphere shell to reach out his tentacles to suck in the goblins passing by, but after touching them with his hands to distinguish, it was a flesh and blood blurred unrecognizable goblin, which Abel spat back out of the yellow sand sphere shell.

After spitting out the seventeenth unlucky goblin, Abel touched the birthmark on the ass of the eighteenth goblin swallowed by the yellow sand sphere shell. This one was Char. It was pretty bad, his hands were wet and sticky to the touch with blood, not much to think about, but he was still breathing, so it was good to be alive.

Having found Char, Abel no longer resisted the sandstorm's attractive movement, allowing the yellow sand sphere shell to be driven around. The yellow sand on the periphery couldn't blast through the yellow sand sphere shell anyway, so Abel just distracted himself and Char in a relatively smooth position with fewer bumps.

The sandstorm raged for more than ten minutes, spreading over a 10-kilometer radius, and when it stopped, Abel was brought to a spot in the desert more than ten kilometers away.

He felt the power outside of the yellow sand sphere shell weaken greatly, lifting the yellow sand sphere shell, and the soft yellow sand bed like holding the severely injured and unconscious Char slowly fell down. Looking around, the green of [Nefertis] was the best compass, and Abel drove back towards [Nefertis] with Char.

Outside the city of [Nefertis], most of the goblins belonging to [Nefertis] withdrew into the windbreak forest, leaving about 100 or so goblins that didn't listen to orders, were pestered by their opponents and could hardly get out, and didn't hear the order to retreat stranded outside the forest. Vaidashar, Aite, and a bunch of other [Wise Men], along with a large number of [Youthful Strength] [Village Chief] levels, killed these goblins as easily as if they were pigs slaughtering sheep.

They looked at the windproof forest not far away, and Vaidashar personally led the team into the windproof forest with 3 [Wise Men] and dozens of [Young Strong] [Village Chiefs].

"Ow," "whine," "roar," strange roars were emitted from the surrounding trees, and a 5 or 6 meter tall tree uprooted itself and stepped on the invading goblins like Vaidashar with its huge body.

"It's the tree people!" The air blades emitted by Vaidashar and the other Wise Men left wounds of varying depths on the Tree Man's body, and the Tree Man continued to attack without flinching.

The wise men were fine, the wall of air they sent out was enough to withstand the Tree Man's brute force for a while, then they took the opportunity to escape. As for the [Young and Strong] [Village Chief] rank, the attacks were ineffective and they were powerless to resist the attack from the huge body of the Tree Man, and soon more than ten goblins were trampled to death in the forest.