Awake? A hoarse voice rang out at the door. There was a sand-like fricative sound in the throat, which no one else could make except the sand ghosts.
"Before throwing them into the dungeon, I gave each of them a little yào. The amount that can yào down a giant Juta wild boar is definitely not enough for normal people. I probably won't wake up tonight." A slightly shrill voice replied.
Kevin: "..." I can carry it better than a wild boar. I don't know if this is a compliment or a curse.
The sand ghost threw something out, and with a "ding", the sound quality sounded like a glass container, "That's just right, this is what you want, you can pick someone here to try, and see for yourself the effect."
A high-pitched voice complimented: "I've already seen the effect, otherwise they wouldn't be lying here."
Kevin thought for a moment—
What made them lie here was the sand ghost in skins. Judging from what these two people said now, the heaven-defying state of "whoever touches it will die" of the sand ghost is not a common phenomenon, but is related to the something about
But if it is really such a crucial thing, will Sand Ghost easily give it to the people of the Northern Emerald Country
"Don't talk nonsense, try it quickly, I will go back to the desert if there is no problem, the lord is urging." Sand ghost's voice was slowly filled with impatience and arrogance.
He said in a sharp voice, "Are you going back now? Your Majesty has asked me to treat you well, at least to hold a grand farewell banquet, otherwise His Majesty will surely blame me when he recovers from illness."
The sand ghost became even more impatient: "There is no need, we will leave tonight."
In such a hurry to leave
Leaving good things to the Northern Emerald Country, and returning to the desert without looking at what kind of turmoil it will stir up, this is not in line with Sand Ghost's usual arrogant style. It can't be true that selfless dedication does not ask for anything in return, right
Kevin was a little puzzled, but he quickly realized that the rainy season was coming.
It is now May, and the end of the foggy season in the eastern Andoha dense forest means that the largest and longest rainy season on the entire continent is coming, and the difference between before and after will only be two or three days at most. Sand ghosts have always been afraid of water and hate humidity, so they can only nest in the western desert during the rainy season.
That's why they couldn't completely suppress other races and occupy the entire continent.
This is a well-known weakness, and the sand ghost did not hide it. He smiled slightly mockingly: "This bottle is enough for you to control. The rainy season lasts for four months, which is really too long for us. What can we do?" There are a lot of things, I hope that when we return to the mainland, we can see that you have done everything well, and don't forget the agreement with us."
"How could it be?" He laughed in a sharp voice, rubbing his hands together, and said after deliberation: "Then let me try first? Let me choose one..."
He dragged his tail tune, rubbing the soles of his feet on the damp ground of the dungeon, as if he was turning around and looking at each cell, hesitating which unlucky ghost he should choose.
Kevin heard him take two steps this way, and his heavy breathing due to excitement almost touched the door of the cell: "How about the Golden Lion Kingdom?"
He tapped the glass bottle lightly with his fingers, as if thinking about it.
The sand ghost probably couldn't stand such a grumpy character, he clicked his tongue and said, "Hurry up, but let me remind you in advance, this thing is not easy to control, and don't shake your hands, if the bottle is broken, all previous efforts will be wasted , You were the one who knelt down and cried."
Hearing his words, the shrill voice seemed to be a little more cautious. He took two steps back and turned to the opposite cell, "Then try the one from here first, a small priest of the Spirit Race, it doesn't matter if it fails."
Kevin heard a soft rustle over there, followed by a silence that held his breath.
Just when his twisted neck began to feel sore, a sharp voice suddenly whispered: "Come on, get up!"
Kevin: "..." Have you never seen anyone so surprised in eight hundred lifetimes
Of course he knew that what the sharp voice said was not that simple. It should be that the contents of the bottle were used on the little spirit priest, and the effect was good.
"Is he conscious?" asked the shrill voice.
Sand ghost: "Of course, otherwise how can I pretend."
It seems that like the heavy armored cavalry before, they borrowed their skins to pretend to be the real master.
After thinking about it in his mind, Kevin almost understood the intention of the Northern Emerald Country. If the contents of the bottle could have this effect, then he would arrest a few people to change the skin of any race he wanted to deal with.
If you are a soldier, you can go back and mess up the army; if you are a person in the court, you can approach the superior; if you directly capture important figures such as those in power, it will be more convenient! It can be replaced without bloodshed!
Where did this witchcraft come from? Kevin was puzzled.
"Will you still listen if you are conscious