195. Chapter 195: Waiting for Three Thousand Ten Consecutive Draws

Chapter 195: Waiting for Three Thousand Ten Consecutive Draws
Toriel Prime Material Plane, Feren Continent, deep in the Anarok Great Desert.

On the eastern coast of the Sea of Shadows, which was ‘lifted’ in the north by the ‘Y’-shaped Scimitar Peak Mountain Range, a group of Bedouin barbarians were driving their camel herd, which they relied on for their livelihood, to the coast to fetch water.

The Sea of Shadows was originally an inland sea within the territory of Ancient Nethersole, with the influence of the Ferrin’s Anemone Plague in the early years of the land gradually sandy, has long since turned into a saline lake, but this group of Bedouin barbarians are using a kind of pottery pot to steam the seawater, with linen attached to the inner side of the lid of the pot, to adsorb the droplets of distilled water on the linen, and then twisted into the water bag, so that the repeated production of the desert’s most precious fresh water.

It is said that this is the fresh water extraction method handed down from the ancient Nesser Empire.

And this group of Bedouin barbarians stole it from the earliest batch of Nesser remnants.

Even now, more than a thousand years later, even the orcs with muscles stuffed in their heads were forced to learn it by the seat of their pants for survival.

It can be said that it is also through this method that the population of the Anarok Desert is fed up to half of the population.

They are going to rest at this fresh water supply point for one night, and then they will rush to the edge of the dangerous ancient battlefield, excavating the ancient ruins of Nethereal from the yellow sand.

This was one of the main sources of survival for the vast majority of the Bedouin barbarians.

By relying on them, most of the Bedouin barbarians’ gatherings gradually developed into small bazaars, where customers from outside the desert always came to them from far and wide to ‘taobao’ and exchange food, crafts, tools, etc. with the rags they had in their hands.

This job is undoubtedly quite dangerous, whether it be sandstorms, tunnel collapses, or all sorts of underground arcane artifacts that can be triggered at any time, it can kill you.

However, compared to robbing those traders who traveled to and from the ‘black road’, this ‘rag picking’ job was undoubtedly much more stable, especially because the objects they traded with, in addition to the merchant groups that were like rabbits when they saw them in earlier years, there were also quite a number of spell casters.

Especially from the east, the kind of wearing red robes, the brain shaved bare and even tattooed mages, they are extremely generous, and sometimes even directly to them to book some of the items found in the relics.

Even later on, there were quite a few Bedouin barbarians who became their escorts, and sent their children to Sel in the Far East as well, possessing the possibility of learning spells.

Even though the promotion mechanism of the Red Robe Mage Association was said to be extremely cruel, it was still a rare opportunity for the Bedouin barbarians to change their fate.

And next month, that’s when they agreed to deliver the goods with that red-robed lord, and they were ready to seize this opportunity to see if they could secure it for some of the children in their clan.

Just as it was nearing dawn, when this group of Bedouin barbarians were ready to rush to the land of relics while the sun was not yet out, suddenly someone noticed that above the night sky in front of them, an unusual shadow began to gather, this shadow was different from ordinary night, it seemed to devour the light around them, making the stars in the sky also dim for it.

At this moment, not only did this group of Bedouin barbarians feel that something was wrong, the creatures inhabiting half of the Great Desert of Annalok felt a sense of uneasiness, and they all stopped the activities in their hands and raised their heads to gaze at the expanding shadow in the sky.

“Kokonado! (Go, let’s go!)” A Bedouin barbarian shouted in terror, trying to flee by leading his camel whose legs were trembling.

Suddenly, a blinding purple crack flashed in the shadows, as if the weave of reality had been torn apart, a strange energy surged out of the crack, it swirled in the air and formed a huge whirlpool, the desert winds became furious at this moment, swirling up a sky of sand and dust with roaring thunderstorms.

It was as if the world itself was resisting this intrusion from another dimension.

In the horrified attention of the Bedouin barbarians, in the center of this energy, a huge city slowly emerged, its silhouette gradually becoming clear in the purple cracks.

‘Shade City’, the ancient city that had disappeared into the Shadow Plane a thousand years ago, had just suddenly appeared over the Annalok Desert at this moment, its tall towers and grand buildings casting huge shadows in the darkness, with only sporadic lights flickering in them.

The city inherently carried a gloomy atmosphere that seemed to come from hell, as if it was a symbol of death and shadows.

And in the center of the city, a tall tower towered over it, and it emitted a powerful energy, an energy that vibrated in the air and made the Bedouin barbarians on the ground feel nothing but oppression, despair and suffocation.

Facing the city that suddenly appeared in the sky like a miracle, and the thunder in the sky, this group of Bedouin barbarians finally could no longer care about the camels that fled in fear, and were scared to prostrate themselves on the ground, and they couldn’t stop muttering under their breath:
“Kouza na! (The God of Storms is above!)”

This group of natives thought that it was the legendary storm god Talos’s divine kingdom that had descended on the world.

But just as their souls were about to be harvested by destruction, the terrifying thunderstorm and boundless shadowy darkness suddenly disappeared.

As the roaring stopped, the sheer silence emboldened some to finally look up, and then, to see .
The sky collapsed.

No, it was the city floating in the sky that fell from the sky
At this moment, escape had become meaningless.

The only thing left was to pray.

It wasn’t known if their prayers had played a role, but the terrifying shadow seemed to be swept overhead against their heads, and then smashed down towards the Sea of Spectral Shadows.

With a low muffled sound.

A city startled a thousand waves.

This pirated floating city from hell, in the Phantom Sea of the Great Desert of Annalok.

Successfully made a hard landing.

And with such a big commotion, it also made all the gods who regarded Toriel as their main breadbasket of faith know one thing:

Back then, the group of Nethereals who had once tried to challenge the gods with their mortal bodies, riding their floating city
had returned again.

It was just unknown, this time, which gods were behind the push to get involved.

And with what purpose.

In the high tower in the middle of the ‘Floating City’, the old devil Dharonas who was in charge of ‘piloting’ the Floating City had already been broken into by the [Furious] David and held down on the ground with a claw:
“Didn’t you say you have hundreds of years of experience piloting flying fortresses? That’s how you’re going to fly a floating city for me?”

Just because he trusted the old geezer so much, he almost didn’t give two fangs to knock right off on the statue.

His body of a red dragon is still like this, just like a plane crash, so high down, this is not easy to start the population of 30,000 people. Not all have to be sent back to hell!

This is the same as playing real-time strategy games, once the farmers give you a direct A finished, that still play the ass ah.

David always had the feeling that he had been ‘contractually cheated’ by a third party devil.

The Deep Purgatory Devil, who was held down by the Red Dragon and rubbed on the ground, didn’t dare to have the slightest temper, just like Ma Baoguo, who was attacked by the young man, he begged for forgiveness and explained:

“Don’t be angry, Your Highness Daviyutos, our ‘Floating City’ is directly modified by Grecia using her own territory, Marbogie’s Barto Red Copper Fortress, the strength of this fortress is able to directly resist the large slopes and rolling stone flows, it’s not as fragile as you think… Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, ‘someone’ came in…. ‘People’ came in, you so we can be suspicious of people ah.”

David was a bit puzzled, “Aren’t they all devilish groupies?”

Dallonas, however, understood the meaning of the words and hurriedly explained:
“Her Highness Grecia’s [Group Memory Weaving] is not that simple, it was modified using a copy of the memory core that originally belonged to them, to use an analogy, it’s like a flower blossoming and then replanting the seed, from the moment they left the Bato Hell, they deprived themselves of all memories and abilities related to the Bato Hell in accordance with the ‘original agreement’, and after they left the Bato Hell, they were able to use their memories and abilities. Hell’s memories and abilities, in their own minds, they were the ‘native’ children of Nether in the Shadow Realm, and if they were to be seen in such a scene, they would have shouted for the guards. After all, according to the ‘script’, you’re just a red dragon bred by Tania, not me.”

Listening to footsteps from behind him, Davy moved his paws away in disbelief, while Dharonas rose with an aplomb that was very different from that of his pale frame, patting the dust from his body as he sat back down on the Shade’s throne.

Almost as soon as the old devil had sat down, two arcane guards who had heard the commotion burst in:
“Consul Shado!” Unkind gazes naturally landed on the red dragon David. They were worried that upon first entering this Prime Material Plane, Lord City Lord had suffered an attack from this plane.

Even with Lord Shado’s unfathomable attainments in arcane arts, he had long surpassed the understanding of worldly mortals.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s that red dragon bred by the little girl of the Atilicia family, now grown up and capable of some simple missions, isn’t it? Davyutos.”

Davy smacked his lips and had to go along with it, “It’s an honor, Lord Consul.”

With the guidance of the old devil’s words with Davy, the implanted memories of the two Arcane Servants suddenly gradually presented the figures of Davy and even Shadow Mentor Attilicia’s family, while at the same time, some Arcane Spells that had once belonged to them also sprang up in their originally still somewhat muddled heads from the sudden stimulation earlier.

Seeing that the consul was fine, the two arcane guards immediately bowed and led the way out.

The arcane energy that the arcane guards had surged earlier was naturally discovered by Davy, who was immediately filled with shock:
“They still know arcane magic?”

Crap, he finally understood what the old devil’s words meant.

He suddenly kind of didn’t want to ‘return’ it to the Deviless Archduke.

“Seeds that are reburied into the earth, as long as they are given continuous nourishment, they will always blossom and bear fruits again, of course, it will take a long period of time, and it also has to do with what kind of seed was buried, being mortal in life, there is still a high probability that you can only be a mortal.” Dharonas patiently and somewhat proudly explained.

That’s also earn wow!
It wasn’t until this moment that David realized what kind of ‘gift’ Tiamat had prepared for him for his mission.

In this instant, a strong desire welled up in Davy to get his hands on the legendary [Iolem Eternal Life Technique].

In that case, as long as these ‘immortal’ Arcanists who had begun to revive again in their hands, wouldn’t they not have to be returned to Bato Hell?
[Greed]

The old devil who had lived in Bato Hell for thousands of years could still not know what this teenage red dragon was thinking, but he didn’t point it out.

After all, the rules, itself is not a game based on mutual understanding, is not it?
David is suddenly some interest, angled a big brain tightly staring at the old devil:
“So who were you in life? Come all here, have you remembered a little bit?”

In David’s opinion, Dharonas, after having his memory washed twice in hell, he was still able to design a soul engine that was against all odds, as well as a soul engine-centered soul train and a flying fortress, which had a kind of sci-fi style, so he should have been a Great Arcane Artist before he was born, right?
Who could it be?

Ishtar, who contributed the introduction to Toriel’s realm magic?

Telnus, the founder of the protective boundary magic of the floating city?
Noctar, the master of time management who invented the famous ‘Time Stasis’?

Or was it the first space pioneer, Lord Oberon, who piloted a magical ship onto the starry sea of physical reality?

Crap, if this one would be awesome, his mission this time could go straight from hell to easy mode.

As for that demigod Iolem and even
Greed

David hurriedly made himself stop, although since crossing over he had gotten out of the non-commercial category, he didn’t even dare to think about such things as a single draw miracle.

But before Davy could think about it for a while longer, the old devil Dharonas splashed over a pot of cool water:
“Don’t don’t don’t, don’t get excited first, and don’t think about me, I’m not like them, Her Highness Grecia didn’t give me the Seed of Memory ah, even if I really used to be, I can’t possibly remember it, can I?”

With Dharonas’s wisdom, under the heavy clues, how could he not think of this possibility, even this possibility is extremely great!
But Dharonas was a self-confessed old devil, he was only here to make a guest appearance to mess around with his own research in passing.

If it was a dream that was doomed to end, why bother to remember it again?

You know the most painful thing in the world is not loss.

Rather, it is the pain of losing what was once most cherished, but then picking it up and smashing it again.

He didn’t want to suffer that old sin.

It was too damn hellish.

It’s worse than the devil.

“Tsk, let’s go.” In the face of this spoiled old devil, David was instantly tasteless, flapping his wings and preparing to walk away from the dragon.

“Wait!”

“What for?” Davy asked back, his expression as if he was saying again you don’t stomp your nose with me.

“A bunch of natives are prostrating themselves in prayer outside the city? Do you want to stop by?” Dallonas asked.

David was going to refuse, but thinking that this city could still ‘draw a lot of good cards’ in case of any accidents pre-loss idea, he immediately rushed out headlong.

“Got it!”

Just did not take long, in the eyes of the people of the city of shadows and souls hurriedly flew out of the red dragon David Eutos soon came back with a face full of excitement, grasping a face full of fear of the Bedouin barbarians landed in front of the Atilicia greeted all the dragons said:

“Go, go, go, go ‘digging’ with me.”

“What did you find?” Atilicia was still a bit puzzled, this came to greet their work ah.

“A bunch of grave robbers.” David said with a face full of excitement.

“Ready to be executed on the spot to cheer things up?”

David vetoed, “No, let them be guides and slaves and take us along to dig the graves.”

In this moment’s David’s opinion, digging out more Nesser relics was equivalent to the original stone used to ‘draw cards’, no, to awaken the citizens’ memories wow!
This was three thousand ten consecutive draws waiting for him!
Then he would still be able to take off from the same spot!

“…” Except for Tania, who found this kind of thing fun and full of little stars, the group of dragons in Attilicia were directly confused by David’s hand.

Worthy of being an excellent ‘Nesser’s people’.

It’s really a fat mound that doesn’t flow to outsiders.

July new Mr. Li Yunfan, go well, may in another world again to support the Han.

(End of chapter)