Mahazar retracted his gloomy gaze from the blood-red stars in the air and looked forward silently. There, the Casan Palace seemed to be close to him. This action was like a silent command, which made all the sand thieves around him stop from the anxiety and commotion and looked over at the same time.

"Mahazar, are we going to keep moving forward, or...?"

“Continue to move forward.”

The thieves looked at each other, all looking up at the strange thing between the clouds. The pressure emitted by the thing was unsettling, but since the king of the thieves had spoken, they could only choose to obey. Moreover, the wealth they pursued throughout their lives was within their reach, and no one was willing to give up leaving at this time.

Mahazar glanced at everyone. "Casan Palace can't stop us, let us take it down in one fell swoop, the whole desert will remember this day completely and tremble under our name-"

He looked at the burning city, the black clouds pressing over the city, and the disturbing strange things among the clouds, and for some reason, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind:

After today, this royal city may no longer exist.

And the history of the Istani people will go in another direction after this day.

This thought suddenly made him feel unrealistic ambition-

The king of sand thieves couldn't help but think of another city, Idus. Before his birth, the trade capital on the edge of the desert had turned into ruins and buried under the yellow sand. But the legends about it have been circulating on the sea of ​​sand for decades, one of which is the depiction of the Penelope royal family today.

The ancestor of the Penelope family, the great-grandfather of the current King of Sands, was once just a not-famous son of the royal family, but his adventure in Idos gave him amazing wealth. This wealth allowed the Penelope family to rise again and return to the center of the stage.

Then there was the story after that. After the efforts of two generations, through the opportunity of cooperating with the Chosen, the Kaurin-Ishurien, he won the crown of the royal family in the previous generation.

Although this legend is only circulated privately on the sea of ​​sand, Mahazar is convinced of it. He was born in a small village in northern Istania, close to Kaurin-Ishurien and the ruins called Idus, so he can be said to have grown up listening to those bizarre stories since he was a child.

It is said that the city had accumulated amazing wealth, but it was burned in the sky flames and buried in the ruins, and it turned out that the later robbers were in vain. He had heard the legends of countless robbers, especially those who made a fortune and left a reputation on the sea of ​​sand.

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, since he grew up, Idus had been left with only a piece of unwelcome rubble, and the wealth buried in it was all gone for a hundred years, leaving only those longing rumors of gods and monsters. But he yearned for those stories since he was a child, and he regretted that he could not have been born a hundred years earlier.

Although that was already the story before he became a sand thief, it was just a memory of his youth.

However, the reason why the Penelope royal family has what it is today is only due to Idog's success.

In his eyes, the hellish scene of the city reflected in his eyes, and everything in the past reappeared in front of him. Isn’t this another Idus? Everything he wanted is in this place at this moment. This city is like an unguarded girl, letting him ask for it.

The ancestors of the Penelope royal family could ascend to the throne of the king of the sand because of the same opportunity.

So why can't he?

Thinking of this, the King of Sand Thieves seemed to have made up his mind.

He faced everyone, his face as if a layer of frost was hanging on his face, and his voice gradually became colder. "These tricks made by blind followers, when everything is over, we will settle the score with them..." At this time, how could he not understand what was going on, but he only drew out the scimitar and waved forward.

He raised his voice: "As for now, go with me to open the gates of Casan Palace and leave this place with our spoils."

This sentence completely ignited the greed in the hearts of the thieves. They agreed in unison and had no hesitation anymore.

...

The clouds gradually gathered in the sky attracted the attention of Fang Zhu.

If such clouds are very common in some places in the north, it probably indicates a heavy rain or even the arrival of a storm. But on this sandy sea in Istani, he rarely sees such a deep cloud covering the top. Even at night, he can often see the clear and transparent sky, and the countless stars above the sky, reflecting the long silver sea of ​​sand.

He held the side of the boat with one hand and looked up at the scene in the air. The low black clouds had blocked the moonlight and made the light around dim. There was even a wind in the air, raising the silver sails, making his long hair fly up and covering his eyes.

Fang Yukong used his hand to push away his bangs and turned around and asked, "How far is it from Questak?"

Luo Yu looked at the map silently and calculated the itinerary when he came. "In less than half an hour, it was against the wind when he came, and it would be a little faster when he returned."

"Three hours to dawn."

Fang Zhui said to himself.

After a while, he asked again: "Is there any news above the community?"

The answer to this question was Parker. "You asked just the right question, Alchemist, I just found our Miss Nightingale post," the Paparals replied smugly. Since the lessons from the last Dust Storm, they have learned something new and discussed how to communicate with each other without general means of contact.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! It is divided into the situation where the communication system is lost, the community is lost, and all normal means are lost. At present, it is just that the communication system is lost, and there is an unknown situation on Questak, which cuts off the contact with the outside world. But unlike the big dust storm, the community can still log in normally.

Under such circumstances, they had already agreed to post in a fixed community section to contact each other in a fixed format. Of course, in order to keep it confidential, the post itself is anonymous, and the title also makes ordinary people confused:

‘Sell cabbage, one pound of 100,000 mile per pound, or exchange for rocket flying fist.’

"It's similar to what the commander guessed," Luo Yu obviously opened the post, and said at this time: "The Sand Pirate attacked Questak."

"Have you entered the outer city?"

Luo Yu nodded.

"There are also sudden alchemists?"

Luo Yu nodded again.

"What's going on now?"

"In order to withdraw to the north city for the citizens, His Royal Highness the Great Princess asked the Royal Palace Guards, Marlan and Androma's knights to take the initiative to attack and fight with the sand thieves outside the inner city. Both sides won and lost..."

"But until the king of Sand Thieves Mahazar attacked the Patrick Bridge, the king of Sand Thieves and his men appeared, the situation of the battle was not optimistic... Fortunately, the Paladins of Marland protected Princess Rupert and others to retreat into the inner city. Relying on the walls of the inner city, they should be able to last for a while..."

But Afangde, who was standing beside him, shook his head when he heard this.

The halfling was with them when he came and returned. He was actually not happy to take this risk, but the King of Sand promised the only halfling guide who could drive a ship. Under the temptation of huge rewards, as a "bounty hunter", how could he refuse?

As for the question of whether there is a life or not, it is naturally unnecessary to consider.

The halfling suddenly interrupted at this moment, "Since the construction of Questak, no one has ever broken through its outer walls. The vast sea of ​​sand has formed the best defense of this royal city. Few troops can cross the sea of ​​sand and conquer this city. What's more, no one can admire this barren land..."

"So over the past few hundred years, the Questaks have become used to being at peace. The defense of the outer city can be said to be able to deal with the sand thieves on weekdays, but as for the inner city, its defense has long been loose... Even if the troops are full, it is difficult to say that it can be a hit, let alone now?"

After hearing this, Fang Rong did not refute, but asked again: "Luo Yu, is this the latest battle situation?"

This time, before the former answered, Parker said sharply and sharply: "No need to look, this is the situation half an hour ago."

"Half an hour ago?"

Luo Yu also glanced at the time of the last reply. Apart from those irrelevant replies from others in the community, Miss Nightingale's last reply was thirty minutes ago. "Yes, there were no replys before?"

"It's not just this post," Parker said: "I checked other relevant posts in the community. There are about 30 posts about the Sands attack on Questak, all of which were thirty minutes ago, and the latest one was thirty minutes ago."

Fang Yu frowned silently.

If Alisa didn't reply for half an hour, it might be that no new situation happened there during this period. All related topics in the community were cut off within thirty minutes, which only means that a new situation has appeared on Questak.

Even the community is missing.

He immediately turned around and shouted to Pasha on the top of the ship: "Pasha, put a magic messenger back."

The little boy's simple voice came from the mast: "I understand, Captain!"

And Afangde sighed at this time. "In half an hour, are there almost two Taria carvings? The Sand Pirates had already passed the Patrick Bridge before that. If we couldn't get faster, they would probably leave us a piece of ruin."

The halfling shrugged her shoulders again: "To be honest, I don't quite understand what your reason for agreeing to the King of Sands. Even if we arrive, what can we do? Can we stop Mahazar or help the Grand Princess defend the city?"

Fang Yu was worried and ignored the other party at the first time. Instead, he said to Luo Yu: "Can you be faster, Luo Yu?"

Luo Yu nodded: "I can try it."

Then Fang Yu turned around and asked the former: "Then why did you agree again, Mr. Afangde?"

"Me?" Afangde thought for a moment. "Of course it's for money. Although the chance is not great, I have to fight for it. Besides, the princess promised me the reward, so I only received the deposit. After doing the work, I have to collect the accounts. Mr. Ed should be able to understand it, right?"

This sentence made Fang Yu almost forget the current situation of trouble. He looked at the guy with a little amused and crying: "So, if the King of Sand is not mentioned, you will go back?"

The halfling replied naturally: "That's different."

That's really different.

If you can choose to make money on both sides, why just take one side?

All of these people who came out of the thief brotherhood are talented.

However, although he acted relaxed on the surface, Afang De's previous words still made Fang Rong feel worried.

But he looked ahead and could not see the fire of Questak soaring into the sky for a while, so he did not write such concerns between his expressions.

At this moment, Luo Hao was coming from the other end of the boat - this fat man from the military has been thinking about something alone since before. Until now, he walked to Fang Yu and spoke:

"Ed, I suddenly remembered something."

Fang Zhu looked at the other party.

It was also at this moment that the hatch door under the deck creaked open. Jita, who looked worried, appeared in that place and spoke to the two of them, "Brother Ed, Miss Afifa's condition is a bit wrong. President Ye Hua asked you to go down and take a look."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fang Yu then remembered that there was another commission on the ship about Babaltan, the king of sand, but he couldn't help but wonder, even if he arrived at Questak, would the situation there really be allowed to treat this secret warlock lady?

With this idea, he walked out of the cabin. The cabin of the boat was just a narrow space, with some supplies piled up inside, but in order to arrive at Questak faster, it had been cleared up. There was only a temporary bed left. Ye Hua and a group of imperial doctors of the King of Sands guarded this place. Afeifa lay on the bed, with a dim wind lamp hanging on one bulkhead. Under the swaying light, the condition of the sagely warlock looked worse than before.

The imperial doctors were whispering about Afeifa's situation. From their tone, they could hear that the situation was not optimistic. Fang Zhu passed over these people and came to the side of the secret sorcerer lady, and touched the other person's forehead with his hand. It was so hot that it was a little scary.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Hua's gaze.

The former president of the Southern Alliance was naturally not a doctor, but at this moment, a different light flashed in the other party's eyes. He lowered his voice and said, "This is not the effect of poison, Ed."

"how?"

"She has etheric fluctuations, and it's very violent. Even I felt it just now," Ye Hua looked at the doctors not far away, and his voice became lower. "I'm a little familiar with the breath, exactly the same as before in the hall."

Fang Yu was slightly stunned, exactly the same as in the hall before, that's not...

Descartes of the Blind God.

He looked at Afifa and suddenly realized that the reason why the blind follower brought the sage lady away might be for this purpose. Or they instigated the King of Sand to carry out this plan and resurrected the princess was to create such a carrier.

The crystal in the sea of ​​illusion has been shattered by him, and at least one-third of the power contained in it is absorbed by Nini, and most of the remaining half has been in Afeifa's body? In other words, although the plan of the blind followers seems to have failed, it may have been at least half of it.
To be continued...