The Return of the Ninth Reis

The forest fire gradually went out. Until after the fire was extinguished, McClin and others still didn't understand why Pluto let Keres come back like this?

The continuous fire surprised Mclin and others. After Mclin went to check, he couldn't even believe his eyes, and the shadow of Grace appeared in the middle of the sea of fire! I even felt the breath of Grace clearly. He felt the balance of Grace's breath. He didn't seem to be in trouble, but when he entered the fire, he must need the help of a bald servant. He is a fire player.

The sea of fire is the source of power for the bald servant. He rushed into the fire, and then the fire, as if it were poured out of a container, and then flowed into the body of the bald servant.

When the last ignition light disappeared in the night, the forest burned into black carbon was filled with a disgusting burning smell of roasted human flesh. When the fire was smaller, McKelin rushed in and pulled Kris out.

These are not ordinary fires. Only bald servants can absorb these fires safely. When Mclin took Kryce out of the fire seahorse, he was burned several times.

Cris returned safely, making the old Duke's eyes wet. Cries had already fallen into the Duke's arms and sobbed.

Although I don't know why Grace came back at this time, McClin was so happy that he still didn't forget to fight against Pluto. The Rose Empire supports Michaelin and Zeus. No matter who it is, Pluto really pissed Mclin off this time!

McClin doesn't want to take everyone with him, so he has to think about who to send troops. With the case of Keres, Mclin won't take them with him. Old Charlie didn't want to take him, but he insisted on going. McLin will not be relieved to leave the bald servant behind. Then take Clem and Dana, and forget the others.

After being selected as a good candidate, McLean turned his attention to Greman again.

Naturally, he was a clergyman to deal with the undead, but McLean had little trust in the bald servant, and he could not let Grayman and the bald servant clash, so he did not let Greman send people to follow the army. Instead, he lit a lot of fire magicians.

Then he took these people and swept back.

It's not enough to have no priest in the army. Although Clem's strength is good, the strength of the only god servant under the sun god seat, the bald-headed servant, will naturally not be weak. And the identity that Mclin arranged for him was a priest. The bald servant did not dare to protest and showed his hands to them. Everyone was amazed and went on their way.

At first, the bald servant could still look like a priest, but later, he became more and more like a hooligan!

"What are you doing?" Looking at the comparison between the bald-headed servant and a soldier, Mclin held his forehead. Was this guy dumbfounded? Do you have to go crazy?

The bald servant smiled twice, "It's okay, let's communicate."

With that, he let go of his hand. The soldier who was strung by him fell on the ground and coughed desperately.

"If you mess around again, it's like blaming me for being rude!"

The bald servant nodded an embarrassedly.

In fact, Michelin also knew that his strength was not enough to suppress the bald servant. So every time he saw the face of the bald servant, he became more and more ugly.

The original city of Odin has become a dead city, which is full of undead creatures. And the fire magician has become the main combat force. The bald servant became their temporary leader, 3,000 fire magicians, and everyone looked at the bald servant differently. Wherever they passed, there were fire and thick smoke flying everywhere!

McCreen sent someone to contact the people of the Light Empire, but he never replied. McClin's mind faded a little. Light and darkness were originally born together. Even if the demon clan is destroyed, the Light Empire does not exist. McKlin's mind turned to the Rose Empire.

There is really no suspense in the face of the flame of the bald servant. And there is no decent necromancer here, let alone a god during this period, which makes McKlin feel strange.

And those magicians who followed the bald servants were also crazy and addicted to arson. Everywhere must be a big fire. Fortunately, it's all set fire in the dead city, otherwise it will cause a big fire, just like outside the mouth of Fengshen. If it weren't for the bald servant...

Mclin's eyebrows jumped, and his eyes fell on the bald servant who took the lead in the fire.

Every time after the fire is set on fire, he put out the fire inside and outside the city!

From this day on, Mclin became silent. What he did more was to observe and observe the bald servant.

Once the war has begun, it is no longer under human control. Before Mclin could see the eyes of the bald-headed servant, the god of Pluto finally appeared. As soon as the god of Pluto appeared, the bald-headed servant rushed up without saying a word.

And a hundred and a hundred bodies rushed up behind him and became translucent blood-red shadows. Now it can't be controlled by personal power. In McLin's opinion, he and Pluto have reached the point of immortality. Looking at the blood-red shadow that rushed up, McKerlin had no other idea, just wanted to destroy what was in front of him.

War is to completely defeat one party, then possess it, and then merge...

A god will carry a group of small roles. In McClin's opinion, such strength is nothing. In just ten minutes, the god died tragically in the hands of the bald servant, and the other blood-red shadow soldiers also died at the hands of McLing and others. There is no suspense in this battle. However, what Mclin is more worried about is that these blood-red transparent shadow soldiers are unheard of by Michelin. The hidden strength of Pluto made Mclin worried.

Although he killed a god general, Mclin counted carefully in his heart that the god generals killed by them had already exceeded the number of twelve. Even if Pluto is in charge of death, he can't go against the world's theorem like this.

What puzzles Michelin is that the road ahead is not smooth. It seems that the mulberry field has turned into the sea in a blink of an eye, and a large area of desert appeared in front of it.

The scorching sun is roasting the desert, and the air is distorted because of this. Michelin couldn't even believe that it had become like this in less than a month!

There is no water on the road ahead, and they have almost used the resources. And the water they found along the way was polluted and inedible. It's not natural to let them go back now. And McLin also felt that something was coming in the back. There are twelve breaths of divine generals. Even if Mclin and the bald servants can fight against each other, they are not their opponents. And a divine general can clean up the magicians they brought!

There is no way back, and the danger of the way forward is not just the lack of water!

Suddenly, the desert appeared, and McClin even felt that this was the big hunting ground opened by Pluto, opening the door, waiting for them to enter!

The bald servant looked at the front in a daze, which seemed to be the same as when Michelin first saw the front, but Michelin instinctively felt a little different.

It seemed that he noticed that Michelin was looking at himself, and the bald servant withdrew his slightly fanatical eyes. Hey hey," he smiled and pointed to the back and said, "Your Excellency, do you want to solve the people behind you?"

McLin put away his suspicious eyes, as if he hadn't found anything. "There are twelve generals behind."

vaguely expresses the intention of not fighting.

The bald-headed servant seems to be very excited today, "What's there? This is the desert!" It is the place that can reflect the sun's light the most. This is the closest place to the sun! In the past, the Temple of the Sun was in a desert like this.

It seems that he was explaining to McCrelin why he showed such an expression just now.

McClin just smiled and took a step forward, "All ready, enter the desert!"

McClin's order was carried out without hesitation. Although they all obeyed the command of the bald servant before, the bald servant is also a good conductor. And Michelin is more silent. But at this time, McCullin gave an order, knowing that there was not much water on their bodies and not much food around them, which represented danger. They still carried out Michelin's order. Move forward!

There is no transition between this desert and the forest behind it, as if someone suddenly put the desert here. It seems that there is no life in the desert. But in fact, there are many creatures living here.

McCrein noticed a lot, and they were all very strong, which he couldn't feel outside. He staggered a step and fell behind. The breath of the people behind him was very weak. Only when he came inside could he feel that their breath was normal. McLin knew in his heart that there must be a boundary here.

McClin adopts the day and night system. During the day, they stop to rest and bury themselves in the sand. At night, they walk slowly.

In the desert, the bald servant is the expert, and Michelin handed over their affairs to the bald servant for the first time. The bald servant responded cheerfully. I even found water in the desert.

The magicians of the Rose Empire did not cheer for this. The reason why McClin chose to come in is that although there are not many water elements here, it is not difficult to get some water. It's just that drinking such water for a long time is not good for your health, so Mclin has never been useful. The magician also knew this, and cheered and shouted. In the desert, it undoubtedly accelerated death.

At night, the cloudless sky and stars flashed, and no one cared about it. Each of them wrapped their magic robes tightly, making their magic robes full of fire elements collected during the day, using these fire elements to keep warm.

"We need to add some food." Old Charlie's eyebrows had frowned.

Michelin looked at the bald-headed servant, and the desert was more difficult to walk than he thought. It has nothing to do with whether you are a magician or not. The wind is strong at night, but the magician moves faster through the wind, but this desert seems to have no end. The sand dunes are connected, making people unable to distinguish the direction.

Suddenly, Mclin opened his eyes and shouted, "Be careful!"

Before everyone could react, a rustling sound came quickly from far to near. They are already familiar with this sound. It is the sound of objects moving on the sand!

Thinking about it, a scream suddenly came from the very periphery of the team!

Then, the screams kept coming, and then they would find that their companions were in front of them one by one!

This sudden scream cut through the sky and their hearts that have been flattened by the desert these days.

In the silent night, their nerves were about to break at this moment!

McClin felt something approaching, but he didn't expect that it would be so fast. What's more, I didn't expect that those unknown things would be so fierce. Magicians are not soldiers. Soldiers instinctively know what to do. Even if these magicians are prepared for war, they are not like soldiers. Nearly a hundred magicians have died, which is the hardest hit since their expedition!

"Get up! Fly all! Hurry up!" Hearing Mclin's voice, they flew off the ground.

McClin didn't move. He just turned up a little. The bald servant quickly flew to Mclin's side, and the two of them walked to the front of the team.

When McClin saw the previous situation, he couldn't help taking a breath! Although McLin felt that it was just a momentary past, none of the hundreds of corpses on the ground were intact. The internal organs of each of them were eaten, just at the moment!

A chill rose from the bottom of Michaellin's heart, although he was confident that he could avoid it. But neither can anyone else! And most of the people he brought are not divine generals!

"It's a sandworm!" The bald servant whispered.

McClin looked at him and then said to him, "Get these bodies disposed of first."

The bald servant listened and burned the body with a fire. From them all the way, Mclin developed this habit for the team. As long as there was a dead person, he would definitely let the bald servant burn it. Then put away the ashes.

It seems that you want to take them back to your hometown, but the real purpose is not to let them panic when they see the situation at this time.

McCrein's plan was completely correct. They didn't feel anything wrong because McClin burned the body. The bald servant shouted to the people above, "Come down, it's all right."

Hearing the shouts, everyone else looked lingering. But out of trust in McLin and others, they still flew down because the wind in the sky was too strong.

"It's okay. Let's go." After saying that, McLing took the lead and continued to move forward.

No one else looked back. The night reduced the eyesight of ordinary people, and at the same time, the night also covered the blood stains on the ground. When the wind blew, the blood stained the sand and flew away together.

The bald servant exclaimed very small just now. No one else heard it, but old Charlie and others heard it. At this time, they went to the end, and McKlin and the bald servant walked at the front.

Mclin asked in a low voice, "What is a sandworm?"

The bald servant said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "A kind of bug living in the desert, three meters long, they only move at night. It's a group animal, but the sandworm's speed is not fast..."

"Not fast?" McClin frowned. He didn't think that the bald servant would lie to him about this kind of thing. "This speed..."

The bald servant frowned at the same time, "I also feel very strange. Obviously, the speed is not fast, so they have to act collectively, but why is it so fast this time?"

McClin looked at him indifferently, didn't say anything, and walked forward.

"You have to believe me!" The bald servant thought that Michelin didn't believe him, "What I said is true!" Moreover, these sandworms only need a little food to live for a long time. More than a hundred people have died this time, and they will not attack us again.

The more he said, the worse Michelin's face became. Are the more than a hundred people who died all food?

The bald servant also realized that he had said something wrong. He was just anxious and unscrupulous. He walked carefully beside Mclin.

After a while, McClin asked, "What is this thing like? What is the normal speed?

The bald servant saw that Michelin's anger subsided a little, and the sky was already a little white, so he looked at Michelin. Michelin didn't stop." Let's go a little longer."

Obviously, McClin is still a little worried. The bald servant was no longer vague and immediately said, "The sandworm is round, a little like a snake, but they have no eyes. Just move forward with the smell. They usually sneak in the sand and come out at night. The speed... It's almost the same as an ordinary horse. The food is dominated by creatures in the desert. In the past, pedestrians would also attack.

"You think they usually don't attack people after eating once, do they?"

As soon as McCerlin's words fell, the bald servant saw McClin rush out and bump into the sand, making a "boom" sound.

Sand and dust are flying.

With the experience just now, these magicians took off immediately after they felt something strange. Even so, two people were attacked.

Only this time, the sandworm did not have a chance to do it, so it was killed on the spot by Michaellin and old Charlie!

The sandworm seemed to feel that it was not easy for Mclin to retreat. McClin sneered, "Is this also the speed of the horse? Is it the dragon horse in the sky?

The face of the bald-headed servant blushed, "Let me see the body of the sandworm."

After saying that, regardless of Michael Lin Tieqing's face, he ran to the body of the sandworm.

McClin saw a sandworm for the first time, and it felt like a big earthworm. At the front end of his body, there was a big mouth, and the bald servant did not feel dirty and caught the sandworm. After looking at it for a while, he slowly raised his head and looked at McClin's face with a little helplessness. "We are not very lucky. We are in trouble."

McClin was shocked.