A short spear was thrown out of the hands of the king of sand like lightning, and passed through the chest of an alchemist. With a 'du', he slashed his man and spear to death on the tree, and the tail of the spear still trembled.

The remaining alchemists turned around and wanted to escape, but most of them became the dead souls of Ye Hua's arrows. "Leave a few living mouths." Fang Yu shouted at this time, but he didn't need to remind him that the guards who arrived had joined the battlefield and captured a group of people.

The alchemist's defeat on the battlefield was decided. The alchemist's commander took a few steps back and turned around, but a narrow sword blade was already on his neck. He trembled slightly, and looked along the sword blade, and then he realized that the sword holder was a cold boy, holding a sword in one hand, but wearing a sudden battle mage costume.

However, he soon understood why the other party was dressed in such a costume. The boy gently stroked his left hand and skillfully threw out a bunch of spells, unprotected the protection, unlocking the lock, and force field hand. Then the magic furnace on his body automatically took off, flew out with a 'slam', hitting a piece of sandstone, and turning into a pile of scrap iron.

Then the boy spoke in a faint voice:

"Real food."

The commander of the alchemist was confused.

But I probably heard that this is not a good thing.

Jita's spell was dissipating, the desert was turning back into the forest, but the forest was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The battle soon settled. Except for the dead, the guards of the King of Sands put every surviving alchemist on the ribs, forcing them to bow their heads and kneel down in a row. Most of the previously arrogant depraved alchemists were trembling and pale at this moment.

Apart from the commander who captured the box, he was still calmer.

More guards rushed back.

Luo Hao, who was protecting Princess Afifa, was also among them.

The little princess ran over from a distance and found her father in the crowd, and plunged into her father's arms like a lacquer swallow throwing into the forest. The king of sand hugged his little daughter tightly. At that moment, all plans and ambitions were removed from this king like heavy burdens. He was just an ordinary father, hoping to take care of his daughter for a long time and take care of him for a long time.

Until, they gain their own happiness.

He gently stroked his daughter's hair with his thick hands. The tears in his eyes had already dried up on the day his lover passed away, but there was still a burning and sincere feeling in his chest, which was heavy and silent love.

It took him a long time to let go of his daughter, hold her hand, and come to Fang Yu. The king looked at Fang Yu silently for a while before speaking: "It seems that Alev has made an amazing friend, but at least my vision is the same as when I was young. Thank you, young man..."

However, Fang Rong was indifferent and had some sense of not being surprised by the favor and disgrace. Seeing this, Babaltan couldn't help but admire it even more.

Little did he know that this guy was just moving because he used too much force before. Twelve angels are the ones that were copied and operated, and there were also eleven. Even though angels are considered low-level configurations for him, there are still too many. After all, this is the main combat configuration, not the reconnaissance configuration like the clockwork fairy—

I didn't feel it when I was focusing on it before, but after the tension in the battle passed, my head was thrusting, as if a snail was pierced. He didn't grin and was already very restrained.

Princess Afifa thanked him in a low voice:

"Thank you, Captain Ed."

Fang Yu smiled hard: "We are friends, little princess."

This sentence made Afeifa bit his lip and look at him with some gratitude.

The King of Sand smiled too.

After the little princess was silent for a while, she blushed again and went to find Luo Yu, and whispered: "Thank you, Luo Yu."

Luo Yu hurriedly nodded to the little princess a little far away. Because of the sky blue, he was already afraid of the little princess.

A shout came from the crowd: "Miss Afifa has been found!"

Fang Zhu looked over there.

...

As Luo Hao described earlier, Afeifa was taken away by four alchemists.

Since no one escaped in this battle, the esoteric warlock lady naturally intercepted the guards. Fortunately, the alchemists did not rush to jump over the wall, but this does not mean that the esoteric warlock girl is in good condition. In fact, the opposite is true-

She is in a bad state.

When the girl discovered it, she was almost in a coma, her eyes closed and her whole body was so hot. She gritted her teeth, and seemed to have no feelings for everything around her, and only occasionally let out a painful groan.

The little princess looked at the girl with the same name as her and was a little curious. But she didn't feel any disgusting in her heart, but she felt a little intimate. She had already learned the whole story from her sister. At this moment, she only had a strange feeling in her heart - is this what her mother looked like when she was a girl?

She reached out to test the other person's body temperature, but hurriedly shrank back:

“So hot.”

Fang Yu also reached out to cover Afeifa's forehead and frowned. The other party's body temperature was so high that it seemed like he had heatstroke. Even if he survived by chance, his mind would be burned out. After he looked back, the King of Sand was walking with the imperial doctor, and Babaltan also reacted and summoned the knights to convey the order-

The latter was quickly called over.

But after these experienced old doctors were diagnosed, they also frowned:

"I'm afraid it's the effect of some magic." Someone said.

"But there is no such treatment condition in the sea of ​​illusion."

Then someone suggested: "You still have to return to Questak quickly before you can find a way to treat it."

But it will take at least a day and a night to rush back to Questak from here.

Luo Hao interrupted: "Is there no other way?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The imperial doctors shook their heads one after another.

Upon hearing this, the King of Sand turned around to the alchemists kneeling in a row, and took the scimitar from his servant.

He looked at these people and said lightly: "Give you a chance to speak."

The recent alchemist, who heard this, collapsed on the ground like a shaking bran. Ten years ago, when he besieged the huge convoy, they also dealt with the unarmed women and children, but at that time they were the ones holding swords, and now the hunters have become prey-

But before he could speak, or he dared not speak, the king of sand Babaltan was already impatient, and his hand was raised and his head rolled down.

He slashed forward one by one, each of them asked only one question, and there was only one chance. With a slight hesitation, he would cut it down with one sword. For a moment, the heads were rolling, and the remaining alchemists wanted to struggle, but they were pressed to the ground by the guards behind them. When they had flexible configurations, they were arrogant, but now they were just like a dead dog.

Most people were so scared that they could not make any sounds, and some even were incontinent. The so-called dead soldiers were just like this in the face of real death. The stench spread on the hills for a moment. Fang Zhu gently covered Jita's eyes. Looking at this scene, he felt that Babaltan, the king of sand, was not so much anger, but rather venting his anger.

But suddenly he realized that among these alchemists, there must be many people who participated in the attack ten years ago. This was a hatred that had been brewing for ten years, not only did not ease, but became deeper. This was a man's revenge for his wife, and he did not order these people to be killed completely, because it was because of Afifa's face.

Jita felt his hands blocking her, and stood silently in the place, his heart was pounding, but it was also very quiet and motionless.

The king of sand Babaltan walked forward step by step, and only one or two people passed by in the middle, and got three or four useful answers. But it was useful, but it actually didn't make much sense - in the end, he held the blood-dropping scimitar and came to the commander.

The latter looked up at the king without saying a word.

But the King of Sand did not kill him immediately, but spoke for the first time: "For the sake of your mastermind, I can give you an extra chance to say something."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to answer, he took something from the servant on the side. It was just a silver cube, but it fell into the commander's eyes, which was enough to change his face. The originally calm expression on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a look of horror.

His face changed several times, and finally it was frozen on the pale. He opened his mouth slightly, almost trembling and squeezed out a few words: "Soul-Surfing Cube..."

Fang Zhu had never heard of this name, but he had seen this cube before. It was probably in the hands of those secret sorcerers. When he thought of the scene at that time, he also guessed the purpose of this thing in his heart. He looked at the alchemist commander with a wild face and thought that he was not afraid of death, but because he had a way out.

Once the road to the end was broken, the true form was revealed.

But from the beginning to the end, Babartan only looked at the other person coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person. "Tell me, how did you appear in this place?"

Princess Afifa explained to Fang Zhu:

"The sea of ​​fantasy floats over the desert, without a fixed coordinate, and it is difficult to teleport into the valley even outside the valley."

“Even a few meters away, sometimes it’s like a world away—”

"Even we can only walk into this place. These people can actually teleport in. This is no longer something that ordinary teleportation spells can do..."

Fang Zhu listened silently. When he heard that the teleportation could not reach, he suddenly had an idea in his mind - if the general teleportation spell cannot reach, does it mean that it is OK under special circumstances? But if you think about it like this, is it wrong from the beginning? Assuming it is not teleportation?

But while thinking, new changes have appeared there.

After hearing Babaltan's question, the commander's expression changed again, but he struggled and hesitated for a while, but in the end he still didn't speak.

When the king of sand Babaltan saw the other party's appearance, he knew that he had lost the opportunity and would not get any useful information even if he asked again. He turned around, handed the knife to the knight on the side, and gave the order lightly: "Take them down and kill them all."

As soon as this statement was spoken, those who had survived by chance immediately fell into a shock. As we all know, the desert king would do his best. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't believe each other easily. But at this moment, the alchemists who had lost their last hope immediately burst into tears and even started to curse.

But Babaltan looked at these people without even frowning.

Of course, a king needs to keep his word. But a man with a revenge doesn't need so much attention. He made up his mind to kill these people at the beginning, and did not let anyone go. Besides, after taking off the title of King of Sand, he is actually not a king.

Unfortunately, Seneman ran away. At that time, he didn't have time to use any soul-catching cube.

He no longer looked at the ugly appearance of these people, so he turned around and walked towards Fang Zhu and his group:

"What kind of spells these people should have put on Afifa."

"The only way right now is to bring her back to Questak."

"Young man, I heard you brought a boat here," Babartan looked at Fang Ling: "Can you ask you to do me another favor? Is that boat well repaired?"

Fang Yu thought silently. This was actually the only way he thought of. The ship was preserved intact when it landed, but it only needed some repairs. With the help of this king of sand, he might have a try. Thinking of this, he nodded.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But he paused for a moment and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, besides this matter, we may have another trouble."

"how?"

Babartan looked at him a little surprised.

Fang Yu frowned and looked in one direction, turning around: "Questak may be in danger."

"You mean the sand thief?"

"Seneman noticed His Majesty's plan early in the morning and almost made him succeed. And they also installed someone next to the eldest princess, although this insider may have been solved there-"

Fang Zhu stopped for a moment: "But His Highness the Great Princess had long noticed that the blind follower had a connection with the King of Sand Thieves, and the other party was unlikely to remain indifferent when he knew that Questak was weak in defense."

"But young man, you said too," Babaltan pondered for a moment and asked back, "You have found the inside line. Without the inner support, Rupert should be able to deal with a mere king of sand thieves. As the capital of Istaniya, even if the troops are empty, a group of mobs will never be captured."

"If it is a head-on attack, it will naturally not happen. But how many noble princes and princes in the city are in the same mind as Alev and His Highness the Grand Princess. As long as one or two of them are ill-intentioned, the situation will be in danger. More importantly..."
To be continued...