Chapter 437 Waiting

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

With his lance stuck in the sand, Kane stood in the backlight of a rock, pretending to be a third-rate minstrel, and weaving weird poems, although the whole poem not only has grammatical problems but also has a bunch of The words were inappropriate, but Kane chanted intoxicated as if he didn't notice it at all.

"How about it, are you stunned by the talent of this uncle? Unexpectedly, this uncle can also compose poems. By the way, my uncle's poems are in the Kingdom of Michinaya (Which of the country) is very famous, and no one dares to compete with me for the first place in the "Great Poets" campaign at each level."

After proudly showing off, Kane, who was leaning on a shining lance, posed narcissistically. It seemed that he should imitate the work of a "beautiful man" by a famous sculptor on the plane of Faerun, but he The imitation of , is obviously as nondescript as his awkward lyrics.

Sighing speechlessly, Punk, who had been staring at an oasis in the distance without saying a word, finally couldn't help but speak:

"Okay, can't you be quiet for a while, you bastard? Don't you think your lyrics are more vulgar than your lance"?

All the way to now Punk has discovered that this guy Kane is definitely not pretending to be talkative and narcissistic, he is a truthful talker and a true narcissist, and he is the type that does not hide it. Even if he is about to face a tense battle now, The guy couldn't keep his mouth shut either.

"I seriously suspect that you won the first place by threatening the examiner. After all, such a poor lyric... Maybe you can only get the first place with a pistol around the examiner's neck." .

"Ola Ola Ola, that kind of idiot who doesn't understand art just needs to be threatened by force to get enlightened..."

Well, it seems that punk is really right. Kane's first place in lyric poetry really came from the lance in his hand.

However, Kane, who was caught by the words, didn't intend to get entangled in this topic anymore. He stretched his head to look at the oasis in the distance, and the inconspicuous knight looked at Punk with a touch of suspicion and vigilance.

Picking up the lance again, while stroking the long shaft of the lance as if he was stroking toughness, Kane became serious and said to Punk quietly:

"Let's put down the question of the lyric poem of my uncle... Let me say, after careful calculation, we have been waiting here for a full day, right? Now I am very suspicious, you bastard... what are you waiting for?" Woolen cloth"?

Nimblely shaking the lance in his hand, Kane squinted his eyes again and glanced at the oasis in the distance. Obviously, the knight was impatient with waiting, or... he was very impatient with punk's " Waiting" suspicions are undisguised:

"My old friend, didn't you tell me that Southend's trap has been prepared and can be launched at any time, then we shouldn't be too late to attack at any time, why do we have to wait here for a whole day Well, is this really weird? Wouldn’t it be very troublesome if found out.”

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

Looking at Kane's vigilant gaze, Punk's tone remained emotionless.

"If you don't want to wait...you can rush in and fight Southend by yourself. My divination spell tells me that the Nightmare Sect's lair is just under that oasis. As a heroic knight, you can rush in and clear the ground now." If you poke a hole, will I still stop you?"

After responding tit-for-tat to Kane's answer, Punk continued to use all kinds of prophecy spells without saying a word. Although Kane was a little suspicious now, Punk was not worried about anything, no matter what this cunning knight was It doesn't matter if you have already discovered your plan to "kill people with a borrowed knife".

Seeing Punk's indifferent and perfunctory answer, Kane's eyes obviously flashed with anger. He is now very sure that the mage in front of him definitely has the idea of ​​"take it all", but just as Punk satirized, He is not yet capable of rushing into the oasis to fight Southend alone, so no matter what conspiracy Punk has, Kane can only wait and see for the time being.

He curled his lips in silence, and in the end, Kane put his spear back on the soft sand again and continued to write those nondescript lyric poems, but at this time, Kane's poems were obviously more insipid. cynicism

"Oh, look what the great poet saw, the beetle on the dunes digging and burrowing, waiting for its prey? Or adding bricks to its new home? That dune does look shady and leeward, but it obviously Not safe and strong, oh my god, the poor beetle will be buried, it's stupid and it deserves it"!

Whether Kane's lame lyric continues or not, the passage of time does not 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 scorching the sand grains as hot as noon.

But once in the evening, as the scorching sun finally disappears above the horizon, the rapidly dropping temperature will tell all the desert creatures that the cold is coming in a short time, until the sky is completely dark, the cold is no less than The cold wind from the snow-capped mountains of the Howth Mountains sweeps over every inch of sand dunes and oases. At this time, the desert is undoubtedly a dark and dead world. Even the most plump-feathered migratory birds dare not fly above the sky at this time.

But... the giant dragon is obviously not afraid of such a small amount of cold.

Perceiving the increasingly obvious "soul mark", Punk's mouth gradually curled up into a sneer. Obviously, an "old enemy" he is all too familiar with has begun to quickly approach the nest of the Nightmare Sect, a predictable melee It is about to be staged, and the escape from the Howth Mountains is finally coming to an end.

"Ovacin-Acid Throat"!

The inconceivable Wei Wei tilted his head and looked towards the sky. Because the distance was too far, even punk eyesight could only see faint clouds in the dark sky, but he knew that soon these peaceful Bai Yun will be torn into pieces by the dragon's roar, and the time he was waiting for will soon come.

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

After estimating the flying speed of the black dragon and the arrival time, after a while, Punk began to remind Kane, who was bored to carve stones, while preparing defensive spells for himself. Waited", but should be "already waited"!