The yellow sand of the desert. Only when you are in the western desert can you realize its majesty. It is boundless yellow at a glance, as if you are in the world of sand, and you are just an insignificant grain of sand. The undulating sand dunes are like

It is a sea that is undercurrent by still waves, and the huge rising sand waves seem to be moving from the stillness at the next moment, slamming down and submerging everything.

The desert under the soft wind is calm and magnificent. The wavy texture lines make people marvel at the uncanny workmanship of nature. Walking on the soft and delicate yellow sand, you can feel the passion of the sand with every breath.

Every step can leave clear footprints on it.

In this peaceful desert, a string of clear footprints against the grain extends to the end of the dunes, waiting for the wind and sand to submerge them.

Following this series of footprints, a sudden black spot appeared in this yellow ocean. His whole body was shrouded in a black robe. His thin body made the bottom of the robe almost drag the floor. Unlike the black cloak that everyone wears nowadays,

His black robe is an authentic mage's robe, and his body also exudes strong magic fluctuations.

His speed is not fixed, sometimes slow and sometimes slow, and sometimes he even teleports and appears on the other side of the dune. Putting aside why a senior mage who masters teleportation at least level four appears here, experienced

One could tell at a glance from his not very clever actions that he was probably following someone.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood blankly for a while, seemingly at a loss. Then he teleported and appeared on the top of the sand dune. From a high position, he could see a small green dot a thousand meters away. He was thoughtful.

After thinking for a while, he did not approach the oasis, but rested where he was. This move was enough to prove his tracking behavior.

A full afternoon passed, and the cold wind blew quietly at night. The mysterious mage stood up, looked at the oasis in the distance, and frowned. Something was wrong. Since the other party entered the oasis, his aura has completely disappeared. Moreover,

Logically speaking, it is impossible for her to stay in the oasis for such a long time.

Did you really discover yourself?

He smiled bitterly, but a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

After standing hesitantly for a while, he finally moved slowly towards the oasis, without hiding his whereabouts, and just stepped into the oasis slowly.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the rustling through the grass and the occasional chirping of insects, and a strange aura permeated from all directions. The experienced mage knew that this was the so-called murderous intent.

He walked through the grass at a slow pace, not caring about the enemies peeping in the dark. Then he came to the small lake and looked around. There was no trace of a campfire, not even a sign that anyone had been there. The last trace of luck was finally shattered.

Just as he squatted down, spooning water with his hand and preparing to drink it, the long-prepared attack was finally launched. Three arrows from three different directions struck the mage's back in a straight-line shape.

, through the darkness of night, these nine arrows are silent, blending into the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, the arrows were less than half a meter away from the mage's back, and the nine arrows blocked all his dodge tracks. Time seemed to slow down, and the mage who squatted down to drink water didn't seem to notice it at all.

With these nine arrows, he still put the water he held into his mouth with ease.

At the moment when the arrowhead was close to his back, the mage's body suddenly twisted strangely, dodging three of the arrows, and the other six were shot solidly in his back, two of which even went straight to his head.

A strange thing happened. The remaining six arrows were nailed to the mage's body, but they bounced away without any power, as if they had been shot on an iron block.

However, the attack did not stop. Following the arrows, five flaming spears enveloped him from all directions. The mage stared at the five spears approaching him, and finally

His eyes stayed on the penultimate one, as if the other four didn't exist. He just barely avoided the one he was paying attention to, and the remaining four were stuck straight.

The same situation happened with the arrows. The other four didn't have any power at all. They bounced out after being hit. The spear he dodged disappeared into the lake. After a surge, red light suddenly appeared.

The bottom of the lake flashed, and the entire oasis shook gently. Strong bubbles suddenly appeared on the calm lake surface, and a huge explosive air flow rose from the bottom of the lake, suddenly lifting the entire lake surface, and tons of lake water was washed up dozens of meters.

High in the sky, and then falling suddenly, the entire oasis was beaten into a mess by this man-made heavy rain.

If anyone with a discerning eye sees this kind of power, they will probably immediately exclaim, what kind of flame spear is this? It is clearly an Amazon explosive arrow.

The rain blurred his vision. Amidst the sound of raindrops, the slight "pop" sound of the forest was completely covered up. As the sound rang out, nine more arrows approached the mage. Although these nine arrows

It seems to be exactly the same as the first wave, but if you look carefully, you will find that they were not shot at the same time. There seems to be a slight difference in the order of the two. It is impossible for anyone who is not careful to see it.

However, the pouring rain had already blurred his vision. No matter how powerful the mage was, he could not distinguish this tiny difference. He was slightly stunned, but had no choice but to dodge one of them just like the first time.

He tried to assemble his arrows, but was hit by six other arrows.

This time the arrows were not bounced away like the first time, but were actually shot into the mage's body. However, the mage's equipment seemed to be good. Six arrows were inserted into the black robe, but the hole was not deep.

Just know that no harm was done to him.

After the heavy rain, the dry oasis has turned into a wetland. The level of the small lake has dropped by at least one meter. The mage by the lake has turned into a drowned rat with six arrows stuck in his body. It looks like

Very embarrassed, no longer the mysterious image it had at the beginning.

The mage who was so humiliated surprisingly did not seem to be angry. A bright light flashed in his eyes, which seemed to contain pain, remembrance, and relief. It was extremely complicated, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth - he could not let the other party be complacent.

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Thinking like this, he slowly raised his hands. A huge and terrifying magic wave emanated from his body, and the bright and hot red fire gathered at a speed inversely proportional to the speed of his slowly raised hands. In the blink of an eye, the red fire

The light illuminated the entire oasis in the evening, like a second sun, causing the sun that had no time to sink to completely lose its light.

When the dazzling red light reached its peak, it suddenly condensed, and a round boulder with a diameter of tens of meters and shining with blazing flames floated above the mage's raised hands. The huge heat emitted instantly engulfed the person next to it.

The lake water boils and evaporates.

Meteorite - this is the first thought that comes to everyone's mind after seeing this burning boulder.

Holding the sun-like meteorite high in his hand, the mage under the cloak smiled calmly and murmured a word at the corner of his mouth.

"Meteorite - burst."

The fuse of the disaster was triggered. After these words, the originally stable meteorite cracked open countless gaps without warning. The flames spurted from the gaps burned the plants within a hundred meters into charcoal. The next moment, the entire

A meteorite exploded and broke into hundreds of head-sized red comets, scattering in all directions.

The lush green oasis turned into hell, and every piece of gravel shot out was more powerful than the druid's lava rock. Accompanied by the sound of hundreds of bombs exploding at the same time, the original oasis now only remained

A sea of ​​craters and fire.

Putting down his hands, the mage seemed to have completed an insignificant task. He observed the sea of ​​fire surrounding himself with a relaxed expression, and his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the blazing flames, seeing everything around him clearly.

As time passed, the sea of ​​​​fire slowly dimmed. In the midst of the gradually extinguishing sea of ​​​​fire, a black shadow suddenly appeared and slowly approached the mage.

The golden hair was flying in the flames, making the figure look like an inviolable god of war. The blue eyes were emotionless, staring at the mage closely, and the cold eyes revealed the aura of a beast and the instinct to kill.

Even though she was embarrassed by the explosion of the mage's meteorite, she still stood upright and proud, her eyes showing determination to kill, the weak and the strong, hunting and being hunted. She had already seen through these laws of the jungle. Her hands were full of stains.

The hair and blood on her body and the scars all over her body made her numb to the fear of death.

This is Sharna, those unyielding eyes, that fierceness that treats life like a wild grass, like a beast that knows no pain and never retreats, making people feel cold before they fight.

Seeing Sharna like this, the mage's expression fluctuated violently, his eyes suddenly became hot, and his dry mouth moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, he clenched his fist, his expression darkened, and finally changed back to that look.

Furui Fubo's expression.

In a short period of time, Sharna quickly adjusted her messy breath. In order to dodge the opponent's terrifying indiscriminate attack, she could only hold her breath and bury her body in the deep mud. Fortunately, she had prepared a lot before that.

Traps, of course, require means of self-protection.

The sound of slight breathing and the "pop" of the unextinguished flames echoed around the two of them. No one spoke, and a sense of solemnity filled the air between the two.

The fire took away a lot of oxygen, and Sharna felt a dizzy feeling of suffocation in her breathing. However, with firm perseverance and Amazon's unique method, she quickly smoothed out the messy breath, and her breathing gradually became finer and longer, until

It disappears, and even the most sensitive beast cannot detect it when it gets close.

Traps? Although she had arranged the entire oasis into an Amazon death hunting area in one afternoon, most of these traps had been destroyed in the mage's meteorite explosion. Even if there were some left, Sharna

I no longer plan to use it.

She had a feeling that the mage enemy in front of her was very familiar with Amazon's traps. Otherwise, no matter how powerful a mage was, he would not be able to see through the first two waves of traps with his eyesight alone. As for the third wave, it was completely

Seize the opportunity at the right time and place. Such an opportunity will not appear again. What puzzles her is that the enemy has obviously mastered the high-level skill of the mage, Meteorite. Why doesn't he teleport to dodge his own attack? She can't

I think a mage who has mastered the meteorite skill will not learn teleportation.

Playing with prey? Sharna was not angry. When she was kicked out of the tribe at the age of four and danced with wild beasts in the forest, all the beasts with stronger strength and higher IQ were available as long as they were not too hungry.

She has a hobby of toying with her prey. At that time, she was still a young and weak body in the eyes of beasts, so she encountered such treatment countless times. Many times were even more dangerous than the current situation, and the gap in strength between the two sides was even greater, but she won all of them, or

Turn defeat into victory, or escape smoothly. After a few years, she will kill the opponent with a knife. All the beasts that have played tricks on her will eventually become her food.

However, this is not the forest environment that she is best at, and the enemy is no longer just a smart and cunning beast. Perhaps, this will be the most difficult battle in her life. Sharna never thought that she would lose. Even if

Facing the three demon gods, thinking of defeat before fighting was an insulating word for her.

Silently, she held a golden short spear in her right hand behind her back, and her sea-blue eyes narrowed. A layer of blood red was revealed under the firelight, and her center of gravity slowly moved at an imperceptible angle.

Lowering her head, even the golden ponytail that was originally fluttering uninhibitedly in the flames seemed to be affected by her aura. It gradually settled down and stayed close to her back. The aura displayed by Sharna at this moment,

It is completely a beast with graceful and smooth lines - a ruthless and murderous beast.

Seeing Sharna like this, the mage who was enveloped in magical energy was speechless for a while. His clenched fists and nails dug into his flesh, and gurgling blood flowed down, dyeing his robe red.

Forcibly suppressing his emotions. The magic on his body surged, and the surrounding terrifying energy even made his toes slowly lift off the ground. The colors of fire and thunder roared and roared around his body.

"Can you tell me how you discovered me?"

The mage finally spoke. It was the voice of a middle-aged man, a little hoarse, but more delicate. He even suppressed a trace of tears. Some tenderness - after so many years, he finally came into contact with her face to face. His eyes and hair were so beautiful

It looks like it is printed from the same mold.

If voice could determine a person's appearance, then the face of the middle-aged mage surrounded by magical fluctuations would undoubtedly be delicate and handsome, perhaps with a touch of vicissitudes and sadness.

The middle-aged male mage - let's call him that, is a little curious about how Sharna discovered him. Although his tracking skills are not brilliant, he uses his mental power to capture the other party's traces from a thousand meters away.

For an adventurer of more than 20 levels, there is absolutely no chance of being discovered, and after entering the oasis, even his own mental power can hide this, which is not something ordinary Amazons can do.

If someone could hear his voice at this time, I'm afraid they would scream in horror - the spiritual power that extends to a thousand meters away, wouldn't it be like Farah who has initially mastered the pseudo-realm? Who is he?

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"That's because, I..."
To be continued...