Netheril’s Brilliance

"The desert, it's really big, the sky, it's really bright, the wind blows through my uncle's handsome long hair, and the sun kisses my uncle's cheek, oh, what a charming boy this is, no wonder there is so Many girls are willing to hand over flowers to the uncle............".

Kane, standing on the sand with his lance, standing on a rock in the backlight, poses like a third-rate bard and compiles weird poems, although the whole poem is not only grammatically problematic but also has a lot of The words were improperly used, but Kane chanted as if he hadn't noticed.

"How about it, are you stunned by my uncle's talent? Unexpectedly, my uncle can also write poetry. By the way, this uncle's poem is in the kingdom of Michnaye The country) is very famous, and no one dares to compete with this uncle for the first place in each rank of "great poet".

After showing off proudly, Kane, who was riding a lance, also narcissistically put on a look, which seems to be imitating the "beautiful man" works of a famous sculptor on the plane of Faerun, but he His imitation is obviously as nondescript as his awkward lyrics.

With a speechless sigh, the silent punk who had been staring at an oasis in the distance finally couldn't help but speak:

"Well, can't you be quiet for a while? You idiot doesn't think your lyrics are more vulgar than your lance"?

All the way to the present, punk has discovered that Kane is definitely not pretending to be talkative and narcissistic. He is truthful and true narcissistic, and he is the type that makes no secret of it, even if he is about to face a tense battle. This guy couldn't shut his mouth.

"I seriously doubt that your first place came by threatening the examiner. After all, such bad lyrics... Maybe only with a lance on the examiner's neck can people give an ignorant first place." .

"Oula Oula Oula, that kind of stupid who doesn't understand art just has to use force to intimidate it to get rid of it..."

Well, it seems that punk is really right. Kane's lyric poem number one really depends on the lance in his hand.

However, Kane, who was caught by the word, didn't intend to entangle on this topic. He stretched his head and looked at the oasis in the distance. This unfocused knight looked at the punk with a touch of suspicion and vigilance.

Picking up the lance again, while stroking the long rod of the lance as if stroking tenacity, Kane became serious and said to punk quietly:

"Let's put down the question of my uncle's lyric poetry... I said, carefully calculate that we have been waiting here for a full day? Now my uncle is super~ doubtful, you guy...what are you waiting for? What?

The lance flexibly shook a spear in his hand, Kane squinted again and took aim at the oasis in the distance. Obviously, the knight was already impatient with waiting, or... he was punk." The suspicion of "waiting" has not been concealed:

"My old friend, didn't you tell me that Southend’s trap is ready to be completed and can be launched at any time? Then there should be no difference when we attack, why must we wait here for a full day? Well, this is really weird? Wouldn't it be troublesome if it was discovered."

"Didn't I say that, we are waiting for a good helper"!

Looking at Kane's vigilant gaze, the punk tone still has no emotional change.

"If you don't want to wait anymore... you can rush in and fight Southend by yourself. My prophecy tells me that the nightmare sect’s lair is under that oasis. As a brave knight, you can now rush to the ground. Poke a hole, will I still stop you from failing?"

After responding **** for tat to Kane’s answer, Punk continued to use all kinds of prophetic spells without saying a word. Although Kane was a little suspicious now, Punk didn’t worry about anything, no matter what the cunning knight was. It's not that I have realized that my plan of "borrowing a knife to kill people" doesn't matter. When the battle begins, whether it is an enemy or a friend can sit down and talk about it.

Seeing punk’s perfunctory answer, Kane’s eyes clearly flashed an angry brilliance. He was now very sure that the mage in front of him would definitely have a "take-all" idea, but just as punk was ironic. He didn't have the ability to rush into the oasis hard Southend alone, so no matter what the punk conspiracy, Kane can only wait and see what happens now.

Silently curled his lips. In the end, Kane returned to the soft sand again and continued to write those nondescript lyric poems, but at this time, Kane’s poems were obviously more unsalty and not indifferent. Cynicism

"Oh, look what the great poet saw. The beetle on the sand dune is digging and drilling holes. Is it waiting for its prey? Or is it adding bricks and tiles to the new home? That dune looks really cool, but it is obviously Can't be safe and strong, oh my god, the sad beetle will be buried, it is really stupid and deserves it"!

Regardless of whether Kane’s crappy lyrics continue, the passage of time will never stop.

It may not be easy to feel the change of time in the daytime of the Great Desert. After all, since the early morning, the brilliance of Mira and Chikasa has been burning with sand as hot as noon.

But once it’s evening, as the scorching sun finally disappears above the horizon, the rapidly decreasing temperature will tell all the creatures of the desert in a very short time that the cold is coming, until the sky is completely dark, and the cold is no less than The cold wind from the snowy mountains of the Howth Mountains swept through every inch of sand dunes and oasis. The desert at this time is undoubtedly a dark and dead world. Even the plump migratory birds dare not fly above the sky at this time.

But... the dragon obviously wouldn't be afraid of such insignificant cold.

Perceiving the more and more obvious "soul mark", punk's mouth gradually evoked a sneer. Obviously, a "old enemy" that he was so familiar with had begun to quickly approach the nest of the nightmare sect~www.novelmtl.com~一The melee that can be predicted is about to be staged, and the escape from the Hoth Mountains will finally come to an end.

"Ovakin-acid throat"!

He turned his head slightly and looked towards the horizon. Because the distance was still too far apart, even punk’s eyesight could only see faint clouds in the dark sky, but he knew that soon these peaceful Baiyun would be torn into pieces by the roar of the dragon, and the time he was waiting for would soon come.

"Okay, Kane, don't wait any longer, let's go"!

I estimated the speed and arrival time of the black dragon. After a while, punk began to prepare himself for defense spells while reminding Kane who was bored with carving stones. Of course, the facts obviously won’t go to punk’s “no need”. I've waited, but it should be "already waited"! ...

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