Super Floating City

crescent world.

On the edge of the endless yellow sand, a classic five-person adventure team is struggling forward. They are composed of human monks, dwarf warriors, elf rangers, halfling thieves and wizards from the five-ring tower. After Stephen solved the death omen star, most of the ancient evils on Crescent Moon have been wiped out, but this world is still very dangerous, because the death omen star still left behind many terrifying things, scattered and escaping. The army of monsters is also multiplying all over the world, relying on instinct to rebuild their nest territories. Zenda is constantly expanding outwards to regain lost ground, but this process will take a long time. The druids must restore the natural environment before they can survive. It may take hundreds of years for the entire crescent to be repaired.

It is always easier to destroy than to create.

"This damn weather!"

"Is there any wine left?"

"You can give me some saliva if you don't have wine!" The dwarf warrior kept complaining, moving his short legs with difficulty, and looked enviously at the halfling thief next to him from time to time.

The same short man, why did he sink into the sand with one step, while the halfling walked as if walking on flat ground, and even sang leisurely. Thinking of the dwarf defender wanting to throw away his ax and large shield, he deeply felt the malice of nature at this time.

certainly.

The most leisurely one in the team is the wizard. He occasionally finds time to bless others with the spell of oiling the soles of their feet, but mana is very precious, especially when he is in the wild. More often than not, he must ensure that he has enough mana to deal with emergencies.

"Cross the hill ahead and enter the barren land."

"Be careful, everyone."

The monk was running fast on the sand. He looked up at the sky, frowned slightly and said, "Go there before dark. Those monsters may wake up from the sand at night."

A sharp whistle sounded.

The figure of the halfling thief appeared not far away, shouting to his teammates: "There is a situation here."

A fat, gnawed, riddled sandworm.

There is also a spooky hole where the slime of the sandworms can hold the sand, and their underground lairs are like a huge maze. The elf ranger knelt down to look at the sandworm's wound, then stood up and said solemnly, "The wound left by the devil insect is caused by their sharp mouthparts."

"A demonic worm attacked the sandworm's lair here a day ago."

The hole smelled of decay.

The halfling went in to search for an hour and then ran out, whispering: "The mother worm has been taken away. I didn't find its body."

"Then there may be a nest of demonic insects nearby?" The human monk said solemnly: "Let's go. We have to find its location."

"It's very close to the Bora Oasis."

"Nearly 50,000 civilians live there. Once the monster's nest grows, it is very likely to threaten those civilians."

The other members of the adventure team looked at each other, and then looked at the wizard beside them together. The strength of a group of them alone could not destroy the devil's lair, which was something only the top legendary powerhouses could do. The wizards who went out to perform missions in the entire crescent moon are all from Yarantir, and only they are qualified to call the floating city for tactical support.

"Don't look at me like that." The wizard smiled exaggeratedly, and then said with a serious expression: "If it's really a nest of demonic insects, I will use resources to call Yarantir."

"Then let's go. They are too close to the human gathering place." The human monk immediately decided.

The night was getting dark.

The group gradually came to the edge of the desert. Something seemed to be peeping at them in the darkness, which made people feel very uneasy and depressed. The halfling thief was always looking at the soil under his feet. There seemed to be something hidden under the dark brown soil. scary stuff.

"Be careful."

"We should be targeted. The lair is nearby." The elf ranger's hearing is very strong, he raised his hand and took out the longbow behind him, and shot an arrow into the darkness, and soon there was a creak screams.

suddenly.

The ground shook slightly, and then black shadows emerged from the ground, quickly surrounding them.

"There are quite a few!"

The dwarf defender smiled, picked up the only wine pot left to take a breath, and then stood at the forefront of the team with a shield. They all participated in the final battle, and the monster army of this size is not enough In order to scare them, you must know that the three thousand dwarf protectors forcibly blocked the tide of nearly one hundred thousand demon insects.

"The lair has been found. The coordinates are three kilometers to the southwest." The figure of the halfling thief emerged.

The human wizard who had been protected in the middle of the team took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Let them not interfere with me!"

A special gem circle was arranged on the ground.

The diamond-shaped crystal in the wizard's palm gradually floated up, forming a special rune vein. He slowly poured the magic power into it, and then said in a concentrated voice: "Call Yarantir! Call Yarantir!"

"This is the 117th Explorer Squad in the Southern Theater."

"We found a nest of demonic insects."

"The scale is not small!"

"Request tactical support!"

"Call Yarantir! Call Yarantier! Please answer if you hear it! We are surrounded by monsters! Call for tactical support!..."

One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed.

Everyone's breathing gradually became short of breath. A lot of corpses of monster insects had piled up nearby, and the arm of the dwarf defender was slightly injured. They were all a little nervous at the moment, because they could not deal with it with their strength alone. All of this, if Yarantir cannot be contacted, then their entire group is very likely to be wiped out!

Monsters in the dark keep coming out.

Just when everyone was feeling more and more depressed, a cold female voice suddenly sounded: "This is Yarantir! We have received the report! We are locking the space beacon!"

"Please hold on for three minutes!"

"In three minutes, the Annihilator team will teleport to arrive!"

In a split second.

Everyone felt refreshed, and as time passed, a bright beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, and then a cold male voice came from afar: "Who is calling for the floating city?"

"The Annihilator's 39th team has arrived at the target area!"

A one-eyed witcher slowly walked out of the darkness. Behind him was a cold man in a black robe and some people whose faces were hidden under the hood. They all exuded an extremely dangerous aura. After sweeping his eyes in the darkness, he said in a deep voice, "Execute the removal plan!"

"Start the golem formation!"

Five tall steel golems appeared with heavy steps. Some people escaped into the shadows and disappeared in place. The breath of death gradually filled the air. The night wind blew up the hood, revealing the dark wizard's pale and gloomy profile. Face.

The killing has begun!

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