Chapter 131

Even knowing that Bulusike was going to bring dragons over to stand up for Naiaili, Ang and the others couldn't do anything. They could only wait, wait for the dragons to come and then talk.

Bored, Ang exposed his skull again, looking at the sky. Throughout the day, at least ten batches of Winged Knights flew over the oasis. However, no one regarded this oasis full of weeds and small trees as a key area of concern, especially since there was a skeleton that had been rotting for who knew how long.

The later the batches, the looser the formation of those Winged Knights, and the faster their speed, with a feeling of becoming more and more anxious.

Slowly, toward evening, there was a sound of horse hooves. Ang turned his head to look and saw a team of luxury carriages crossing the sand dunes, driving over as if on flat ground. When the horse hooves stepped on the sand, they would raise sand and make sounds, but the carriage wheels wouldn't sink into the sand when they rolled over, and there wasn't even a bit of dust.

Obviously, some kind of magic was solidified on the wheels.

Ang didn't recognize the other carriages, but the carriage engraved with the rose emblem was very familiar.

Crossing the sand dunes, the guards around the carriages saw the oasis, immediately pointed at it, said a few words, and then all the carriages turned toward the oasis at the same time.

"Ku Ba Da, could it be this coincidental!? Hurry, hurry, hide deeper." Naigelis, who was projected onto Ang, didn't know what to say.

Ang squeezed and squeezed hard, squeezing hard into the ground, and soon squeezed into the depths of the sand.

This oasis was created by Ang in one night. Because he couldn't dig such a big pit, he adopted the stacking method. First, wet the sand, then stack it on the dragon corpse, then sprinkle grass seeds, and catalyze it once.

The life cycle of weeds was very short, and soon they grew densely, producing a large number of grass seeds. Ang collected these grass seeds, then stacked wet sand on the grass, piled it up more than a meter high, and sprinkled grass seeds again to catalyze it.

In this way, layer by layer, he piled up four layers, burying the dragon corpse in a soil layer four or five meters thick. Because every layer had weeds and their root systems, just like four layers of grass mats, they covered the dragon corpse tightly, firmly consolidating the gravel into a lump. It was not so easy to dig it open.

Placing a dragon corpse in the depression of two sand dunes and covering it with four or five layers of grass mats, the depression was almost smoothed out, and there was still a slight bulge.

Ang lay on the edge of these grass mats. He also scattered some grass seeds on the outer periphery to avoid the edge of the oasis being too neat, which would be very conspicuous.

Of course, Ang wouldn't be so careful. It was all taught by Anthony. The former Black Knight Emperor was the true master of lurking. Naigelis had the theory but would miss many details when practicing.

The guards of the carriage team arrived at the oasis first. A mage cast a reconnaissance magic and detected the oasis, but because the grass mats were too thick, he couldn't see anything.

Several guards walked over, stabbed around with long swords, stabbed a few times, and brought out fresh grass roots and grass juice. They immediately lost interest in continuing to stab. No one could hide in a pile of fresh weeds.

Changing from stabbing to scraping, they soon removed the weeds on the surface and cleared a flat space.

"There are weeds underneath, thick grass roots. Let's camp here to avoid the sand dunes burying us in the middle of the night," the guard reported, and soon received consent.

The four luxury carriages unhitched the horses and dragged them to the flat grass, two by two facing each other, everyone staying far away, and then turned on a switch on the carriage.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, four slight sounds of magic power eruption, thick ropes popped out from the carriages, connecting with the other three carriages. Four sharp spikes pierced out from the bottom of the carriage bodies, piercing into the sand to fix the carriage bodies.

Along those thick ropes, thick curtains were pulled toward the center, shielding the area surrounded by the four carriages, including the flat ground, which was also covered with thick carpets.

The guards took out several steel pipes from the almost empty carriages, connected the two thickest ones together, carried them into the middle of the curtain, and propped up the middle.

Immediately, the curtain that was slightly sunken in the middle turned into a tent that was high in the middle and low on the four sides. The rest of the steel pipes were pierced into the midpoints of the four sides to reinforce the whole tent.

The tent cloth had places to join, and there were adhesive cloth strips. Pinching them together would stick them together. Tearing them apart tomorrow would allow them to collect the tent cloth.

Then, the mage took out a dozen iron skewers as thick as fingers from a box. One end was sharp, and the other end had a ball on top. Inside the ball were very precise magic power components.

The mage walked while inserting these iron skewers into the corresponding places, and then pulled off the velvet strips stuck on the magic power components. In this way, the magic power components were in an active state. As long as they sensed abnormal waves of magic power or elements, they would emit sharp whistling sounds to warn, which were very practical magic power whistles.

After finishing all this, three beautiful maids came down from another luxury carriage, holding comfortable bedding, such as white magic goose down warm quilts, pillows filled with calming wood seeds, cushions with silence barriers, etc.

After the maids finished setting up, the last luxury carriage was opened. The carpet was laid directly in front of the tent, and Tielesi could enter the tent without his feet sticking to the sand. Such luxurious enjoyment, people who didn't know would think that a young noble master had come out for a trip.

But at this time, Tielesi had no mood to enjoy these. The carriage door opened and he didn't get off. He was fully focused on dealing with the documents in his hands, and from time to time he would dial a magic communicator in front of him.

Searching for a whole day, the Winged Knights had long since memorized the nearby desert terrain, but they just couldn't find the dragon corpse. This was very unreasonable. Some changes he couldn't predict must have happened. What to do?

Half of the Winged Knights were gone, and the remaining half, because of high-intensity flight, the wind element magic arrays on the wings also had irreversible damage. The entire Winged Knight force was basically considered scrapped.

With such a big loss, would it be a failure? Tielesi now looked like a gambler on a dead end, trying every means to bet everything, trying to turn the tables. He was preparing to ask his family for help and send more manpower to search.

But since just now, the magic communicator he used to contact his family could no longer receive signals. He didn't know if the distance was too far for the signal to be good, or if the communicator on the opposite side was closed. It should be closed, right? Changing magic crystals?

Even if the magic communicator was in another plane, it could receive signals. Changing magic crystals didn't need to turn off the communicator. What exactly happened? Tielesi had a bad premonition in his heart.

When Tielesi's tent hadn't been set up yet, the carriage with the rose emblem had already been set up. That carriage was a magic carriage with complete equipment, a constant temperature magic array, and a bathroom space. There was also a folding space, and the internal space was far larger than it looked from the outside.

Archmage Xiehede walked out of the carriage, stepped on the carpet laid by his followers in advance, glanced at the maids and guards busy around Tielesi's tent with a complex expression, and muttered in a low voice: "Vulgar."

The follower who had just set up the tables, chairs, and tea snacks wanted to come over to help him, but was driven away by him impatiently. He muttered to himself: "Clumsy guy, not exquisite at all, no temperament, no style, pissed me off."

Obviously, his heart was envious of the noble style displayed by Tielesi. The only thing that could comfort himself was that his carriage might be more practical.

Leaning on the simple tables and chairs somewhat gloomily, he took a sip of milk tea, which scalded him and made him spit it out: "Bastard, you want to scald me to death!"

The follower ran up in panic, wanting to apologize at a loss, but was slapped in the face by Xiehede and had to retreat aggrievedly.

The temperature of the milk tea was requested by Xiehede himself because he wanted to adjust the temperature of the milk tea himself. Because he thought that letting a finger float on the surface of the milk tea and stirring it slowly, watching the milk tea condense a little bit of ice slag, and then melt into the hot milk tea, and adjusting the temperature to be palatable, was a very elegant thing, carrying a kind of mage's romance, so it was always boiling hot.

But what could be done? The boss said whatever he said. It was fortunate to be able to get past a slap.

His mouth was scalded, and Xiehede had no mood at all. A finger emitted cold air, pierced into the boiling milk tea and stirred, quickly lowering the temperature, then drank it in one gulp, and looked toward Tielesi's carriage.

He saw the situation of the Winged Knight force throughout the day. The situation was very bad, and he was also very anxious. Although the dragon slaying plan was formulated by Tielesi, he also spent a lot of energy. The dragon crossbow and scale-breaking armor were helped by him, and he also helped push a wave of oasis Sand People.

His agreement with Tielesi was: the dragon corpse and the prestige of the dragon slayer belonged to Tielesi, and the dragon heart, dragon horn, dragon eye, dragon scale, etc., things with magical effects belonged to him. Now that the dragon corpse couldn't be found, he had no harvest at all.

Just at this moment, a ring with communication function on his hand flickered. The light spot was very weak, and the flashing frequency was also very low, about once every few seconds.

Xiehede immediately held his hand, turned the side where the ring flickered to his palm without changing his expression, and even his followers didn't see it.

Standing up abruptly, he turned and returned to the carriage. Although his movements were abrupt, in the eyes of the followers around, it was reasonable, because Xiehede often did this, leaving without a word. At this time, don't collect the tables and chairs. If he came back later and saw that the tables and chairs had been collected, he would definitely be furious again.

Returning to the carriage, Xiehede closed the carriage door, opened the defense magic array and silence barrier, and then started the communicator in the carriage, saying respectfully: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

The tone of respect was completely opposite to his arrogance in front of his followers.

"Hmm." A 'hmm' with a heavy nasal sound came from the communicator, followed by an impatient voice: "Are you mixed up with Tielesi of the Bote family?"

Hearing this tone, everyone would know who Xiehede learned his speaking habits from.

"Yes, teacher, is there any problem?" Xiehede asked hurriedly.

"You went to slay a dragon? Now in the desert?" The impatient voice asked in a more impatient tone.

Xiehede had a bad feeling and hurriedly responded: "Yes."

"Did you touch the dragon?"

"Uh, no, I didn't even touch the dragon. I just cooperated with the sand bandits to hit the Sand People in the oasis."

"Very good, you remember, you went to the desert to play this time, encountered sand bandits harassing the Sand People in the oasis, helped the Sand People resist, and then saw Tielesi kill the dragon, so you acted bravely, killed Tielesi, but unfortunately couldn't save the dragon's life. Do you understand?"

"Uh..." Xiehede wanted to say something, but the opposite side interrupted impatiently: "Kill Tielesi, bring his head back, otherwise you will die outside. The Rose Tower absolutely wants to clear the suspicion of slaughtering the dragon. Do you understand?"

Xiehede's eyes popped out. Kill Tielesi? Not afraid of angering the Bote family? Not killing Tielesi, the teacher meant to let him die outside, to abandon him? What happened that would make the teacher willing to abandon a great mage like him?

"I understand, but teacher, what happened?" Xiehede asked hurriedly.

"The dragons came out in full force. The Archmage and them collided on the East Ocean with ultimate magic, and it was a draw. We are in the wrong. Whoever caused the trouble will use whose head to appease the dragon's anger. If you can't do it, I will use your head to appease the Archmage's anger." The tone on the opposite side was no longer impatient, but cold.

Xiehede shuddered and hurriedly responded: "Don't worry, teacher, I can do it."

Out of the carriage, Xiehede immediately gathered all his followers and gave orders.

When the followers heard that it was the direct order of Xiehede's teacher, their faces turned pale. They had never had the opportunity to receive the direct order of the old master.

The followers dispersed, each allocated their targets, approached Tielesi's subordinates, and then launched an attack together, killing some guards on the spot, and gathered together to kill the rest.

"Xiehede! What are you doing!" Tielesi heard the movement, rushed out of the tent, and questioned Xiehede sternly.

Xiehede was already brewing magic. Hearing this, he responded loudly: "Brother, it's wrong for you to slaughter dragons. Dragons are our good friends. Protecting dragons is everyone's responsibility. I can't sit idly by. Go to hell."

"F*** you...!" Tielesi swung his sword at one of Xiehede's followers. The moment the sword was blocked, a sword light spat out and pierced into the other party's neck.

"Sword Saint! Be careful, the enemy has broken through to Sword Saint." Qi aura release was the sign of a low-level Sword Saint.

While killing a follower, Tielesi already felt that Xiehede's gaze was locked on him. He immediately inserted his toes into the ground, lifted hard, and raised a large amount of sand and dust.

A mage's gaze lock was not unbreakable. Haze prevented locking. Man-made large-scale haze sand and dust that obstructed the line of sight could not be locked.

Kicking his feet continuously, large amounts of sand and dust were raised, not only obscuring the line of sight but also creating cover, quickly rushing toward Xiehede.

Xiehede waved the staff in his hand, and the luxurious staff immediately amplified his magic power, surging with strong wind, pushing the sand and dust in the opposite direction, exposing Tielesi's figure.

Xiehede's followers rushed up, besieging him together.

Tielesi parried flexibly, showing excellent martial arts, and from time to time counterattacked, cutting down one or two followers, and his guards also rushed up to help, and the mage was ready to add buff magic to him.

However, a ground spike suddenly pierced out from the ground, piercing Tielesi's intermediate mage to death on the spot.

Xiehede killed the other party's mage, his gaze fell on Tielesi again, and he began to chant magic.

Tielesi suddenly felt the water in his body boiling, and bubbles one after another bulged on his skin—water magic, boiling water.

Tielesi hurriedly agitated his fighting spirit to protect his body, and at the same time shrank behind the other party's follower, opening and closing, continuously killing and repelling the enemy, and then stabbed one of the followers with a sword, pushing his corpse toward Xiehede.

Xiehede's gaze couldn't lock onto Tielesi, and the follower's obstruction was also forcibly broken through, and he was suddenly panicked.

Ground spikes pierced out one after another on the ground, but Tielesi seemed to have perception, every step stepped on the key point, fighting spirit surged, directly shattering the ground spikes.