Sword and Magic and Taxi

The large alluvial sand wasteland is about 150 kilometers wide and 600 kilometers long. It is a low-lying area southeast of Tire City. After thousands of years of wind and sand burial, the sand here is countless. As a slave, Zhao Mai was locked in a prison car and once crossed this area, where he also encountered terrible sandstorms. Due to the harsh climate and complex terrain, except for some specific relatively hard Gobi sand roads, other areas may turn into quicksand areas at any time, swallowing people's lives.

Everyone wanted to know what Zhao Mai did, but some people really couldn't get away. Cotander has a lot of work related to the Masked Alliance, and Ricas is currently the hero of Tire City and the savior of slaves. They can't come even if they want to. Tyrion wanted to see it, but he wanted to know more about Tyr, the Templars, the Masked Alliance, and everything about this world, so that he could prepare for the next step. He stayed with the Masked Alliance and studied with Cotander, so he didn't come either. However, Zhao Mai was already very satisfied with Satiri and Butcher following him.

They drove toward the sand sea, diving in and out as if they were really at sea. However, the large alluvial sand wasteland was really an ocean in the past, and Tire was once a coastal city. Zhao Mai currently cannot bring back blue, but turning it into purple or green should not be a big problem.

What kind of Z-worms are you talking about? Satiri has always been curious: Can they eat sand and turn into soil?

That is the most powerful biological group in the universe, and it can survive in almost any environment. Duojian gave a very high evaluation: Satili, Z-worms are the future of Atas.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want to turn all Athas creatures into Z-worms. Zhao Mai looked at the navigation map, then turned the steering wheel: I saw a hard ground, let's start there!

They found the ruins of a campsite with relatively hard ground and a shelter built of stones and bricks. This was once a fixed anchorage for caravans, and you can also find some earthen jars, sand beds and stakes for anchoring round beetles. In the large alluvial sand wasteland, there are many such campsites. They are established and then destroyed by wind and sand, and then find new places to build, and the cycle continues.

Relying on commercial interests is not enough to last long in this terrible desert. Only by continuing to dig deeper and using the power of life can we take root and stand firm. Zhao Mai stopped the car on the hard ground and walked a few steps away alone, facing the sea of ​​sand with his back to everyone.

His hair turned blue, and the wind stopped and the sand became quiet under the light. This rare silence made Satiri's ears buzz, and she patted hard to stop the auditory hallucination. Butcher twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly: At least it looks good. I have seen pastors who preach like that, but none of them are as good as him.

The master is a god, Duojian said while hugging the gardener dragon, even beyond it.

He is a god, but he is not a god of slavery. Satiri deliberately picked on Dogian. After learning about the travels of Zhao Mai and others in other worlds, on the one hand, he was regretful that he could not follow, and on the other hand, he was proud to see Zhao Mai come back. She would not admit that she was a little envious of Duojian, so she only said a few words verbally.

Zhao Mai focused on feeling the information about the will of the world around him, and he still clearly remembered his negotiations with the world. When he showed power that was no less than that of a god, he immediately attracted the attention of the world's will. But as Ilúvatar said, the pure will of the world only cares about its own survival.

I will make you prosperous and no longer be harmed by magic. Zhao Mai opened his palm and let the Z-worm cells fall to the ground. The hot gravel immediately stuck to the Z-worm's body, wrapping it up as it continued to roll.

Zhao Mai raised his right fist and hit the ground hard. Blue light exploded and the sand turned into water. The water quickly penetrated downwards and soon disappeared into the sea of ​​sand, along with the Z-worms.

Zhao Mai shook his fist again and continued to use the ability of material alchemy to create various basic elements to provide the Z insects with the materials and energy they needed to proliferate. Under his punches, the ground sunk, and the sea of ​​sand continued to settle. Quicksand soon formed, burying Zhao Mai in all directions.

However, the blue light flashed again and again, and the sand was transformed into various substances, until Zhao Mai felt that it was enough for the Z-worms to start snowballing. He flew out of the sand pit, landed next to the car, opened the trunk and threw a soil-filled plant ball down. The flames in his hair turned back to gold, but there was no sweat.

What do we need to do next? Butcher glanced at the sandpit from time to time and asked curiously: Should I expect anything to grow in it?

Yes, new bugs will grow inside, and then the bugs will lay the ground and transform the surrounding environment. Zhao Mai said: As for the next step, let's go to the next point. I estimate that the entire large alluvial sand wasteland It takes more than thirty breeding sites to achieve sufficient scale.

Do you have to do this thirty times? It's more boring than farming. Butcher shrugged: Mike, if we see sand bandits or something on the road, how about we go and have a fight? Anyway, after killing the thieves It will also pose a threat to you.

I agree! Satiri said: The sand pirates do all kinds of evil and should have been cleaned up long ago. Especially those guys who have been sand pirates for more than a year, every hand is stained with blood! If the Witch King is the worst , the slave traders are second, then the sand bandits deserve to be third!

No problem. It's something you do casually, it's not dangerous at all, and it can add some fun.

So on the way to the next cultivation point, Zhao Mai consciously searched for traces of sand pirates. Although the wind and sand will bury many things, the underground shelters built by the sand pirates cannot be hidden from the scanning of vehicle-mounted radars. The Cunning Rabbit still had three dens. Zhao Mai and his team found two vacant dens, and finally discovered the existence of the Sand Bandit in the third one.

Don't take action! Xiaohua said to Zhao Mai: This time, you are just the driver, and the fight is up to us. You have to let us exercise!

Why don't you go down there if you're so cute? Why don't you play with Xiaowei in the car? She knows a lot of games.

No, of course not. Xiaohua shook her head and stretched Gardener Long's little arms and legs. Xiaowei is just a cyborg. She will try her best to make us happy, but she is not really happy herself. If I find out what's going on and make her happy consciously, then I will play with her.

Okay, follow Duojian, be careful. Zhao Mai took out the hunter's blood spear and threw it to Duojian: You gave me the sword, and this is for you to use. I have washed away my psychic powers. Mark, you find time to fill in your own abilities. By the way, can you use a spear?

Of course. The memory of weapons and armor has never been lost.