Sword and Magic and Taxi

The oasis of peace was the miracle of Athas, and the desert became a real land, full of good soil for growing crops. Walking on this oasis, you don't have to worry about wind and sand, thirst or hunger. Those tall mushrooms not only provide rare shade, help travelers escape from the scorching sun, but also satisfy their hunger. There is no more unpalatable, yet more popular food in the world than Legion mushrooms. This is very contradictory, just like Ricas's mood.

He and Butcher, plus an adjutant of the Crimson Legion, a templar from Tire, and a messenger from Ulric, were riding their respective round beetles and were walking on this miraculous oasis. Along the way, they saw the giant two-tailed man-eating scorpion and the quicksand worm known as the devourer. These creatures were able to single-handedly wipe out an entire caravan, and now they were all lying docilely on the oasis.

They dare not be tame. Leaphounds and Hydralisks are not far away, and if they decide to attack, the attack will continue until victory is achieved. There was once a mercenary adventurer from the city of Gorg who ignored the warning and insisted on heading towards the City of Petra. They numbered in the thousands, were well-equipped, had a firm will to fight, and died thoroughly.

Not a single survivor was left alive, not a shred of information about what happened on the battlefield, and no remains or relics were found. The entire team disappeared without a trace. Not only the infantry or cavalry, but also the psions, elemental priests and blasphemy mages in the team all have the same ending.

It is said that Gorg City sent a second team to find out what happened. In fact, everyone knows very well that these two teams claim to be hired adventurers, but in fact they are the claws of the Witch King of Gorg City, trying to reach into the oasis. The second team repeated the old path of the previous one, not only in terms of direction, but also in the final outcome. Sure enough, they were attacked by layers of jumping dogs and hydralisks like waves, and the entire army was destroyed.

A few daring, curious and lucky caravan guards followed this second group, and when they saw this, they were so frightened that they just ran away. When they returned, they described the situation on the battlefield as horrific. The overwhelming rain of arrows, mucus and plasma saliva covered the target at the same time. After the blow, the jumping dog had already pounced on it, and the time gap between long-range and melee combat was only a few seconds. As soon as this news came out, no one dared to think about the Xiyang Oasis, and this place became an oasis of peace.

There is peace in the Oasis, but not elsewhere. Ricas kept nodding his head as the round beetle swayed, trying to shake out an answer. Every Witch King, plus every city-state, has to pay a slave tax to the Dragon King every year. A thousand in Tyre, a thousand in Euric. These slaves were usually delivered to the Dragon King's residence through normal slave trade, and then... no one knew what happened.

Only the Witch King knows, and at most a few of his trusted officials. Ricas looked at the huge castle appearing on the horizon, knowing that he would reach his destination in another day and a half, where someone should have known about it. Dorjian, as Chief Templar of the Witch-King Karak, remained in that most critical position for four years. If her memory hadn't been wiped away, she should have known.

As for Tai Xi'an, the guy who had just climbed to the top and lost his boss's life within three weeks, knew nothing about the Dragon King's slave tax. He didn't know about this until the Dragon King's messenger threw letters full of anger and accusations in his face. If Tessian had full control of the city, he would not hesitate to pay these one thousand people. But now there is still a parliament in Tire City that is constantly restricting it, and the Masked Alliance is not allowed to pay taxes with human lives at all. So Tessian sent Licas to ask for help.

Even though Ricas was the honorary speaker of Yurik City, basically no different from the acting mayor, Taisian still used the word dispatch. Feeling uncomfortable is secondary, but human life is primary. It's true that Zhao Mai is a friend and comrade-in-arms, but it's never a good feeling to ask for help.

Ricas, look at the sky! Butcher stretched his fingers to the sky. A black cloud rose from the direction of Petra Castle and flew toward everyone at extremely fast speeds. The round-shelled beetle had to walk a day and a half, but these guys completed it in just over ten minutes.

They were a group of flying dragons, the flying arms of Z-worms. Zhao Mai discovered the ability to spit plasma from the desert saliva snake, and used it on this flying dragon to finally finalize it. The adult flying dragon looks like a black dragon with two pairs of wings. Its body is about ten meters long, and one third of it is a slender tail. In order to reduce weight and save costs, Zhao Mai's flying dragon has no melee capability at all. The scales, carapace, claws and fangs are omitted and replaced with soft bladders with inflatable capabilities. When flying at high speed, with its streamlined body and four wings, it can catch up with any bird. When it needs to hover, it inflates itself and floats in the sky like a balloon.

Plasma breath is its only attack, and it is extremely good at this attack. When it is full, the flying dragon can fire two hundred plasma spits. Each spit can expand and cover an area with a radius of three meters, killing the living creatures below. After forming a large scale, it has the strongest attack power among the Z-worms at present. creature. Despite its large size, it is actually light in weight, eats less, and takes up less organic resources. Zhao Mai created a considerable number of plasma dragons to patrol and defend large areas. Use Hydralisks as defensive units and Leap Dogs as assault units to reduce their standing numbers and improve the efficiency of the entire habitat environment.

The flying dragon flew at high speed, turned into a fat sphere, and slowly landed on the ground. Tyrion jumped off the dragon's back and adjusted his clothes and hairstyle in secret. He finally realized his childhood dream and got his own dragon. Riding on the back of the terrifying dragon, no one will laugh at him as a little dwarf. It's just that the wind is so strong when flying that even with psychic protection it's difficult to withstand it.

Welcome, Ricas, Butcher, and three guests I don't know. Tyrion bowed slightly and said, Lord Dragon Roar specially sent me to greet you, and provided a faster means of transportation: the Hydralisk. .”

I have never seen such an ugly halfling. An inappropriate word came from the templar of Tyr. He was an arrogant fellow, as Ricas had made clear along the way. In fact, the real representative of Tire City is Likas, and the Templar is just a make-up. It is estimated that Taixi'an either didn't know that this man had a bad mouth, or knew that he was a bad mouth and wanted him to die. In short, for those who are particularly arrogant and unwilling to listen to advice, Taixiang can't help him, and can only make a helpless expression towards Tyrion.

The word ugly had no effect on Tyrion, it was as if he didn't hear it. Perhaps it was the oppressive feeling brought by the size of Hydralisa, but the Templar did not say any more nonsense that might lead to his death. However, his flying dragon flew very slowly, far away from the large army, and his voice could not be transmitted at all against the wind.