Desert werewolf, a type of werewolf that survives in the desert.

There are several kinds of werewolves in the Western Fantasy Continent, in the forest are forest werewolves, in the cold land are frost werewolves.

Next to the volcano are lava werewolves, while in the desert are desert werewolves.

It can be said that werewolves are a bit like Eevee and can evolve by relying on the environment.

The werewolves on the Western Fantasy Continent are very strong and very good at team combat.

A werewolf tribe that can occupy the east, let alone two thousand werewolves, is already the result of the smallest werewolf.

“Go and occupy the Sandworm Tribe first, and the Wolf Tooth Tribe of the werewolves will come later.” Katerina also understood that now was not the time to attack the werewolf tribe.

There are too many opponents, plus the werewolf’s claws come with armor-breaking damage, surrounded by a thousand werewolves at the same time, she is likely to fall.

This is also the reason why dragons need dependents, and they are outnumbered.

—————————— east of the desert of death

“Werewolf? So many werewolves. ”

Xi Lin happened to pass by the territory of the desert werewolf, and he saw many werewolves, estimated to be more than four thousand.

“Your Majesty, this is the Wolf Tooth Tribe in the east, controlling the entire eastern part of the Death Desert.”

Aisha took the initiative to introduce the Wolf Tooth Tribe to Xilin.

As a desert banshee, it was a living map in the desert, and all tribes, large and small, they had secretly observed.

“So that’s it, I have the opportunity to raid here.” Xi Lin became interested in the Wolf Tooth Tribe below.

If the Wolf Tooth Tribe can be subdued, then the Death Desert can be regarded as truly unified.

One dragon, one woman and two banshees, have been flying continuously in the sky for nearly a week.

———————— a week later

Xi Lin finally saw this human border market in the desert.

The buildings here are all made of wood and the style of the buildings is very similar to the small towns of Europe.

A long wall was built from earth blocks, encircling the town safely.

Rows of warriors in armor stood on the wall, and two guards stood at the gate of the town.

The streets are full of pedestrians coming and going, as well as hawkers shouting and drinking.

“Your Majesty, the mayor lives in the tallest house in the center, and we will help you get the map back immediately.”

Allie in Xilin’s hands said.

Xilin’s body size is too big, if he lowers his height a little, he will definitely be seen by the guards.

In order not to startle the snake, the two sisters decided to go and get the map back themselves, which can be regarded as a letter of surrender to Xilin.

“Trouble, a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs, just rush down.” Cillin said disdainfully.

With his strength close to the teenage dragon, he still has to cringe, so is he still a red dragon? How can the red dragon be so intimidated.

As long as there are ten five-ring magicians underneath, Xi Lin is absolutely invincible.

And in the messy bazaar, how could there be such a powerful magician.

“Go!”

Walls Town

“You’re just crazy, Chagil, how can this piece of broken sheepskin be the treasure of the Grim Reaper.”

A magician cloaked in blue and holding a curved wand shook his head.

His name was Moose, a four-ring magician, who was specially invited by the mayor of the town, Chagiel, to protect the town of Walls, and his salary was one hundred gold coins a year.

A month ago, T’Challa said that he had bought the Reaper’s Treasure Map for ten gold coins.

Mousse thinks that Chagil is crazy, just a piece of broken sheepskin, and you even say that it is the treasure of death.

At first, Mousse also thought that the sheepskin had hidden the map in some special way, but after a month of research, it was found that it was an ordinary piece of sheepskin.

As a result, Chagil did not believe it, and every day begged Mousse to try 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 desert of death hides the treasure of the legendary Grim Reaper, and the map is in the hands of the desert banshee!”

“Last time those two people were desert witches, that’s what you said.” Chagil said.

Chagill, the mayor of the small town of Volth, a middle-aged man of forty-four years old, he was already full of gray hair at this moment.

There are too many things that need to be busy in the town, which directly causes Chagill to age early.

As a result, just as he was preparing to die young, the treasure map of the Grim Reaper appeared!

The legendary treasure of the Grim Reaper, which may contain the secret of immortality.

“Listen to Chagil, those two are indeed desert banshees, and I sensed their breath with magic.”

“But! They are just fooling you, since this is the treasure of the Grim Reaper, then why are they selling it?!”

Mousse hopes that Chagil will sober up a little, and the Desert of Death cannot have the treasure of death.

If there were, the injured people in the Western Fantasy Continent would have come to rob them a long time ago.

“Maybe they don’t know.” Chagil said unwillingly.

It has to be said that Chagill did guess the truth, and the two sisters Aisha Aili did sell this parchment as an ordinary object.

“The map is kept by the desert banshee, how could they not know, okay Chagil, I’m tired.”

Mousse no longer wanted to quarrel with Chagil, although they were the relationship between employer and mercenary.

But because Mousse is a four-ring mage, even Chagill has to respect him.

“I understand.” Chagil nodded disappointedly, put away the parchment and prepared to leave.

“Roar!!!”


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