Chapter 433：

Looking at their mental state, it is obviously different from the fleeing sand tribe.

"A worshiper of the desert **** of death?"

Su Bai frowned slightly.

If possible, he didn't want to quarrel with the Sand Clan.

Whether it is worshiping the desert **** of death or hatred, they are all sand people.

Although he was caught off guard by the Desert Death God, the Sand Clan was a huge force that did not lose to the Federation and could not be defeated so easily.

As long as you take your breath away, it is definitely not something that Su Bai can resist now.

If this leads to a few old antiques, it will not be fun.

There are a large number of beastmasters living in the Federation two hundred years ago, and it is impossible for the Sand Clan to live without them.

The Federation has a top-level leader of Xingyao. Although he has disappeared, he will not be too bad if he wants to come to the Sand Clan.

Not to mention diamond-level beastmasters, there must be a lot of them.

In this case, it is obviously unwise to form a deadly feud with the Sand Clan.

Su Bai's original plan was to quickly rush to the diamond level, find a chance to kill the desert **** of death, and then run away.

It is obviously unrealistic to let him fight to the end in the Federation of Thirty-Six Nations and the Sand Clan.

If he is promoted to the diamond level, maybe he can try it.

Not now.

These newly-appeared Sand Clan Beastmasters made up for the lack of the Desert Legion's air-to-air capability, and hundreds of flying pets chased after them.

Su Bai hesitated for a while, then decided to retreat first, observe the progress of the situation before making a decision.

Although the Desert Undertaker are fierce beasts, the top platinum ones have enough wisdom to understand the current situation.

Hmph, another group of people who don't know how to live or die.

Taking advantage of Su Bai's entanglement, the Desert Undertaker regrouped and slowly stepped forward under the **** of the Desert Legion.

"Master messenger, we want to join the command of the desert **** of death."

The headed Sand Clan Beastmaster had a frenzy on his face.

He just observed in the crowd for a long time. Although the desert army was partially wiped out due to the appearance of this federal beastmaster, he didn't care.

it a accident.

I didn't see the desert army killing the sand tribe defenders in the city just now.

That's normal performance.....

So when he saw that there was a little accident in the desert army, he immediately brought his men to the stage.

Thinking about it, with his righteous deeds, he will definitely be eligible to join the desert army.

Hearing the words of the Sand Clan Beastmaster, the Desert Undertaker flashed contempt in his eyes, but disappeared immediately.

Under its secret signal, a beastmaster stepped forward and said carelessly, "If you want to join our desert army, not everyone is qualified."

"Yes, yes, we understand." The faces of the Sand Clan Beastmasters showed surprise.

Although the other party's attitude is arrogant, it makes these people feel that there is a way out for joining the desert army.

That's right, after joining, you can get that terrible undead ability, which is impossible without any requirements.

A desert mourner took out a jar from the space ring, opened the seal, and a strong smell of blood wafted out.

The Desert Legion Beastmaster next to him immediately explained.

"This is the blood of the desert **** of death, drink it, and those who are qualified will gain eternal life!"

eternal life!

This word deeply stimulated the Sand Clan Beastmaster.

And what did they hear.

The blood of the desert **** of death!

They are just mere mortals, and they have the opportunity to come into contact with the blood of the desert **** of death.

What an honor, what an honor!

These Sand Race Beastmasters were so excited that they almost fainted.

The headed beastmaster stabilized his mind, stretched out his hands to take the jar tremblingly, and asked subconsciously, "Then what is the price?"

Although 1.4 Ran wanted to pour the blood of the desert **** of death into this group of people immediately, the desert mourners knew that they could not be in a hurry.

The beastmaster next to him spoke immediately.

"Your loyalty."

Although these Sand Clan Beastmasters are a little strange, why the big bosses of the Desert Legion have to be translated by others, but the temptation of immortality is too great, and they can't wait.

He didn't even bother to look for a container, so he scooped some red liquid into the jar and drank it without looking at it.

Su Bai could see clearly in midair.

While avoiding the attack of flying pets, he also paid close attention to the movements of the ground.

Now seeing the desert mourner taking out an unknown liquid, the sand beastmasters drank it with a frenzy and excitement, and immediately cheered up.

Under Su Bai's gaze, those Sand Race Beastmasters turned pitch black, quickly turned to ashes, and scattered on the ground.

Then, in the yellow sand flowing room, they stood up again. .

Chapter 312 Killing the Vanguard

"Is this the power of eternal life!"

"So powerful, so detached."

"How do you feel, I seem to have forgotten something."

"If you say that, it's true."

"Who is the person in this photo, why am I not impressed?"