Chapter 389 "Old Friend"

The desert is empty and barren, with scarce food and rare water sources. It may be difficult to see a plant or an animal after traveling for more than ten days in a row. The only thing that covers the field of vision is boundless yellow sand... But, even in In such a barren area, there are still many races and lives struggling to survive in this sandy sea. The rabbits and mice that have been made into stew by punks are an example, and now punks encounter huge buildings. one example.

That's right, after traveling for a full day, a tribal camp with an area as large as three human cities appeared in front of Punk!

This tribal building complex looks very undeveloped, and the outside of the camp is only surrounded by tall wooden fences. These wooden fences that have been weathered for a long time still have many strange decorations hanging on them, such as A large pile of animal bones, a few pierced rocks and even some broken clothes were placed on the tribal fence. These things turned the originally neat fence into a miscellaneous grocery shelf, a serious "city wall" It also became a little funny.

"The tribes living in the desert have the custom of placing the relics of the dead on the fence... If there is no accident, this should be a tribe of goatmen. In the desert, only these uncivilized goatmen can build buildings. Such tribes thrived."

With a vast amount of knowledge, Punk judged the true identity of the tribe in front of him at a glance.

However, if it is just an ordinary tribe of goatmen, it is not worth punk stopping for it. These barbaric and uncivilized goatmen are not a hospitable race. When encountering them, speeding up and leaving is the best choice.

But now, the real reason why Punk had to give up his plan to fly directly over the Horde was...

"The breath of battle! The battle of master-level powerhouses is probably in the center of the tribe. One should be a warrior, and the other... seems to be a shaman"?

Feeling the aura of two master-level powerhouses, Punk's originally leisurely expression gradually became serious. Two master-level powerhouses suddenly appeared in his perception range. It is impossible for Punk to continue flying away as if nothing had happened. Because when the other party enters the range of your own perception, you have probably already entered the range of the other party's perception. If you use spells rashly, it may be mistaken for a sign of attack. At this time, the most peaceful way to deal with it is two master-level powerhouses. Everyone stopped using spells or grudges, and everyone walked obediently on both feet, knowing to leave the opponent's perception range or start a war.

Now facing two master-level powerhouses who are obviously fighting, although Punk feels very troublesome, he has to give up the idea of ​​​​flying over quickly. It was under fire from both sides of the war.

There was nothing he could do. Punk, who didn't want to cause disputes, could only stop the release of spells to avoid stimulating the two strong men who were fighting fiercely. At the same time, he also started to walk away in the opposite direction. He just wanted to leave the battle circle as soon as possible and then bypass the battle area to continue chasing Ovacin.

However, when trouble comes to the door, dodging is often impossible. In fact, Punk also knows that it is difficult for him to stay out of it when he enters a battlefield. When a powerful unknown person suddenly appears in the perception, he will pay a lot of attention.

The weaker party will hope to seek rescue, and the stronger party will worry that the weaker party will succeed in seeking rescue. In any case, it is impossible to have a "peaceful and friendly" situation of "the fighters continue to fight without distraction, and the passers-by rush on as if nothing had happened". matter.

The fact was not beyond Punk's expectation. Almost the moment he appeared in the range of perception, the two master-level powerhouses who were fighting began to move towards Punk quickly at the same time.

I saw that in the huge tribal complex, the terrible aftermath of the battle quickly moved from the center of the tribe to the vicinity of Punk. Large pieces of house debris flew up along with the dust that was crushed into powder, and the endless roar was in the air. It resounded like thunder in just a few seconds, and soon, after destroying all the blocks along the way, the battle area of ​​the two strong men successfully moved from the center of the tribe to the front of Punk.

Looking at the aftermath of the battle that tore apart everything along the way like a tornado, and watching the rumble of the large space shattering and collapsing, Punk could only sigh faintly.

It's clear that neither combatant is ignoring the powerful, friend-or-foe variable punk is, making it unrealistic for Punk to stay out of it in the first place.

"I have long heard that this desert is quite chaotic. Tribes, humans, and magical creatures are fighting for several oases almost all the time. Now it seems that the rumors are not true. In a sense, Owak chose to It is also very correct to flee in this raging sea of ​​sand. The chaotic situation here will not only help a low-key and hidden fugitive to confuse the public, but also make it difficult for a high-profile pursuer... Aowakin, really It is indeed a rare spellcaster dragon."

Faced with the billowing smoke and dust that was getting closer and the roar of space, Punk could only sigh helplessly and then began to prepare spells. In his hands, the top of the emerald staff had begun to condense the brilliance of magic. No one knew that the two were about to What kind of reaction will the master-level powerhouse appearing, the necessary defense, attack and even escape must be prepared as soon as possible.

The speed of the master-level powerhouse is still as unstoppable as ever. Just after Punk’s spell was prepared, he did not know how many buildings were destroyed along the way. The two master-level powerhouses who plowed a ravine on the ground finally reached the position of the fence .

The next moment, accompanied by a deafening roar, a golden figure smashed through the fence and rushed out of the tribe.

It is absolutely correct to describe this guy as golden glitter, even though the speed is extremely fast, Punk's sharp eyes still caught the figure of the knight who suddenly appeared.

Standing in the scorching sun, it is not difficult to see that the armor this knight dressed is almost all bright gold, his short hair is also golden, and even the lance in his hand is golden yellow.

Without stopping at all, this "Golden Shining" who flew out of the tribe obliquely charged towards Punk without hesitation. Accompanied by the overwhelmed roar of the earth and the creaking sound of space distortion and fragmentation, this guy was still acting as if nothing had happened. Say hello to Punk:

"Wow, I'm so lucky! Punk Sai'an—my old friend, it's been more than five hundred years and you're still alive? That's a good thing! Being in the bright sunshine, and being able to fight side by side again, I have to say that this is really... so cool~"!