Desert werewolf, a kind of werewolf that lives in the desert.
There are several kinds of werewolves on the Western Fantasy Continent, the Timberwolves in the forest, and the Frost werewolves in the cold.
Next to the volcano are lava werewolves, and in the desert are desert werewolves.
It can be said that the werewolf is a bit like Ibrahimovic, and can evolve depending on the environment.
The werewolves on the Western Fantasy Continent are very powerful and very good at team combat.
A werewolf tribe capable of occupying the east, to say less there are two thousand werewolves, this is the result of the smallest werewolves.
"Go and occupy the Sand Worm Tribe first, and come after the Wolffang Tribe of the werewolves." Katelina also understood that this is not the time to attack the Werewolf Tribe.
There are too many opponents, and the werewolf's claws have piercing damage, and she is surrounded by a thousand werewolves at the same time, and she is very likely to fall.
This is also the reason why the dragon needs family members and is outnumbered.
East of Death Desert——————————
"Werewolves? So many werewolves."
Xilin happened to pass by the desert werewolf territory, and he actually saw many werewolves, estimated to be more than four thousand.
"Your Majesty, this is the wolffang tribe in the east, controlling the entire east of the Death Desert."
Aisha took the initiative to introduce the wolfya tribe to Xilin.
As a desert banshee, it was a living map in the desert, and they had secretly observed all tribes, large and small.
"That's it, I have a chance to attack here." Xilin became interested in the wolfya tribe below.
If the wolffang tribe can be conquered, the Death Desert will be truly unified.
One dragon, one female and two banshees have been flying in the sky for nearly a week.
One week later————————
Xilin finally saw this human border market in the desert.
The buildings here are made of wood, and the style of the buildings is very similar to that of European towns.
A long fence was built from the clods of soil, enclosing the town safely.
Rows of armored soldiers stood on the fence, and two guards stood at the entrance of the town.
The streets are full of pedestrians coming and going, as well as stall owners and vendors shouting.
"Your Majesty, the mayor lives in the tallest house in the center. We will help you get the map back right away."
Ai Li in Xilin's hands said.
Xilin's size is too big, if he lowers his height, he will definitely be seen by the guards.
In order not to startle the snake, the two sisters decided to get the map back by themselves, which can be regarded as a surrender to Xilin.
"Trouble, a group of prawns, soldiers and crabs, just rush down directly." Xilin said with disdain.
Even with the strength of being close to the young dragon, even cowering, is he still a red dragon? How could the red dragon be so persuaded.
As long as there are no ten five-ring magicians underneath, Xilin is absolutely invincible.
And how could there be such a powerful magician in the messy bazaar.
"go!"
Walls Town
"You are absolutely crazy, Chagil, how can this piece of torn sheepskin be the treasure of death."
A magician wearing a blue cloak and holding a curved magic wand shook his head.
His name is Mousse, a four-ring magician, who was invited by the mayor of Chagilt to protect the town of Vols with a lot of money. His salary is 100 gold coins a year.
A month ago, Techara said that he used ten gold coins to buy the treasure map of the god of death.
Mousse thought that Chajir was crazy, just a piece of torn sheepskin, you actually said it was the treasure of death.
At first, Mousse thought that the sheepskin used some special way to hide the map, but after studying for a month, he discovered that this was just a piece of ordinary sheepskin.
As a result, Chagil did not believe it alive and well, every day he begged Mousse to try again to see if he could make the map on the parchment appear.
"This is definitely a real mousse, according to the news left by my ancestors."
"The legendary treasure of the god of death is hidden in the Death Desert, and the map is in the hands of the Desert Banshee!"
"The two people were the Desert Demon last time, you said that." Chagil said.
Chagil, the mayor of the town of Walls, a forty-four-year-old middle-aged man, at this moment he is already covered with gray hair.
There are too many things to do in the town, which directly makes Chajir senile prematurely.
As a result, just as I was about to die young, the treasure map of the god of death appeared!
The treasure of the god of death in the legend may contain the secret of immortality.
"Listen to Chagir, those two are indeed desert banshes, and I used magic to sense the aura on them."
"But! They are just fooling you. Since this is the treasure of Death, why are they selling it?!"
Mousse hopes that Chajir will be more sober, and the Death Desert cannot have a treasure of death.
If so, the people injured in the Western Fantasy Continent would have been robbing them wildly.
"Maybe they don't know." Chagil said unwillingly.
I have to say that Chagil really guessed the truth, and the two sisters Aisha and Li did sell this parchment as an ordinary object.
"The map is kept by the desert banshee. How could they not know? Well, Chajier, I'm tired."
Mousse no longer wants to argue with Chagir, even though they are the relationship between the employer and the mercenary.
But because Mousse is a four-ring mage, even Chajir must respect him.
"I understand." Zagir nodded in loss, put away the parchment and prepared to leave.
"Roar!!!"*