Chapter 393

The desert is open and barren, with few food and water resources. It may be difficult to see a plant or an animal after traveling for more than ten days. The boundless yellow sand is all over the horizon However, even in such a barren area, there are still many struggling races and lives in this sand sea. The rabbit and mouse that have been made into stew and eaten by punk is an example, and now the huge building complex encountered by punk is also an example.

Yes, after a full day's drive, there is a tribal camp in front of punk, which is as big as three human cities!

The tribal building complex looks very underdeveloped. The outside of the camp is just surrounded by tall wooden fence. It can be seen that there are many strange decorations hanging on the weathered wooden fence. For example, a lot of animal bones, a few perforated rocks and even some broken clothes are placed on the tribal fence The originally neat fence has completely become a miscellaneous grocery shelf, and the serious "city wall" has become a bit funny.

"Tribes living in the desert, the custom of placing relics of dead people on the fence If there is no accident, it should be a tribe of sheep heads. In the desert, only these uncivilized sheep heads can build such a tribe to survive. ".

With massive knowledge, punk can judge the real identity of the tribe at a glance.

However, if it's just an ordinary sheep's head tribe, it's not worth Punk's stopping. These savage and uncivilized sheep's heads are not hospitable. It's the best choice to leave when you meet them.

But now, the real reason punk has to give up flying over the tribe is

"The breath of battle! The battle of master level strongmen is located in the center of the tribe. One should be a warfighter, the other Like a shaman?

Feeling the breath of two masters, Punk's original leisurely expression has gradually become serious. Suddenly, two masters appear in their own perceptual range. Punk can't fly away as if nothing had happened, because when the other party has entered their own perceptual range, they are also likely to have entered each other's perceptual range and use them rashly Magic may be mistaken as a sign of attack. At this time, the most peaceful way to deal with it is for the two masters to stop using magic or fighting spirit, and they all walk with their feet honestly, knowing that they are away from each other's perception or fighting.

Now, in the face of two masters who are obviously fighting, punk feels very troublesome, but it has to give up the idea of flying fast. At this time, flying from the top of someone's head is very easy to be mistaken for the intended attacker, and then they are caught in the fire by both sides.

There's no way. Punk, who doesn't want to cause a dispute, can only stop the release of magic to avoid stimulating the two strong men who are fighting. At the same time, he also starts to walk away in the opposite direction. At this time, punk doesn't want to get involved. He just wants to leave the battle circle quickly and then bypass the fighting area to continue chasing owakein.

However, when trouble comes to you, you can't avoid it. In fact, punk also knows that it's hard to stay away from it when you step into a battlefield. No matter how serious you are, the two fighters will give a lot of thought when they find a powerful unknown character in their perception.

The weak side will want to seek rescue, and the strong side will worry about the success of the weak side in seeking rescue. Anyway, it is impossible to have such "peaceful and friendly" things as "people who fight continue to fight with no distractions, and passers-by rush on as if nothing happened".

In fact, punk didn't expect it. Almost at the moment when they appeared in the perceptual range, the two fighting masters began to move towards punk.

In the huge tribal buildings, the terrible aftereffects of the battle soon moved from the center of the tribe to the vicinity of punk. Large pieces of house debris were flying with the dust that had been crushed into powder. The continuous roar rang like thunder in a few seconds. Soon, after destroying all the blocks along the way, the battle areas of the two strong men were destroyed Yu successfully moved from the center of the tribe to the front of punk.

Looking at the aftermath of the battle, which tore up everything along the way like a tornado, and the roar of the fragmentation of the vast space, punk can only sigh a faint sigh.

Obviously, both fighters did not ignore punk, a powerful variable that they did not know whether it was an enemy or a friend, and the idea that punk intended to stay out of the business at first became unrealistic.

"I have long heard that this desert is quite chaotic. Tribes, human beings and magical creatures are fighting for several oases almost all the time. Now it seems that the rumors are not true. In a sense, owakein is right to choose this turbulent sand sea for escape. The chaotic situation here not only helps to confuse a low-key and hidden fugitive Listen, and it can also make it difficult for a high-profile pursuer to move Owakein is really a rare giant dragon of caster.In the face of the approaching smoke and the roaring space, punk can only sigh helplessly and then start to prepare for the magic. In his hands, the top of the green staff has begun to condense the brilliance of magic. No one knows how the two coming masters will react. The necessary defense, attack and even escape must be prepared as soon as possible.

The speed of master level strongmen is still unstoppable as always. Just after Punk's magic is ready, I don't know how many buildings have been destroyed along the way. Two master level strongmen who were born and plowed a ravine on the ground finally arrived at the fence.

The next moment, with a deafening roar, a golden figure suddenly smashed the fence and rushed out of the tribe.

It's absolutely right to describe this guy with glitter. Even though he is extremely fast, Punk's keen eyes still capture the figure of the knight who suddenly appears.

In the scorching sun, it is not difficult to see that the guy dressed as a knight is almost all wearing bright gold armor, his short hair is also golden, and even his lance is golden.

There was no stop at all. The "golden sparkle" who flew out of the tribe with his body slanting sideways did not hesitate to charge to punk. With the roar of the earth and the creaking of space distortion and fragmentation, this guy even said hello to punk as if nothing had happened:

"Wow, I'm so lucky! Punk Saian - my old friend, it's been more than 500 years. Are you still alive? That's a good thing! Now we are not only in the sunshine again, but also fighting side by side again. We have to say that this is really That's cool!

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