Chapter 1642: We Are Professionals in Killing Monsters

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"Huh!"

"Hua La La!"

The sun began to set in the west, and the strong wind blew over the desert, blowing the yellow sand all over the sky.

A mixed team composed of the Purgatory Demons, humans, and harpies was struggling forward on a sand ridge, facing the wind and sand.

It has been three days. Wang Yan's adventure team searching for the lair of the Hot Sand Overlord has been searching in the heart of the desert for three days.

Every day deep in the heart of the desert is miserable. In addition to facing the drought and heat during the day and the temperature difference and cold at night, Wang Yan and others are also troubled by the monsters and desert worms that appear at night.

Wang Yan and others searched all the way. In order not to alert the enemy and disturb the Hot Sand Overlord, everyone strictly suppressed their own strength. Whether they were rushing on the road, resisting environmental pressure, or dispersing wild monsters, they could not use coercion and powerful abilities.

So along the way, Wang Yan and his men all relied on their strong physical strength and various potions provided by Zoe to resist the various threats brought by the hot sand desert.

Fortunately, Wang Yan and his men were very powerful. Even if they just punched, they could kill all the monsters that dared to approach. Therefore, those ordinary monsters who knew fear could be easily dispersed, and they dared not approach again after being dispersed.

But the desert worms were troublesome. The greedy worms who only knew how to kill did not know what fear was. On the contrary, killing them, the stench of blood and flesh would arouse their ferocity, and more sandworms would rush here one after another.

So when encountering such annoying worms, Wang Yan and others could only kill a few, let the other sandworms devour the bodies of their companions, and then Wang Yan and others took the opportunity to leave this area, otherwise they might not be able to rest that night.

"Here it comes again, this ghost wind is blowing again! Oh, ugh, ugh, ugh!"

The vision began to be obstructed. In Wang Yan's team, Lord Chihuo just cursed, and as a result, a large piece of sand blew into his mouth with the wind, causing him to spit repeatedly.

"There is no way. We are about to reach the lair of the hot sand overlord. We can't use the protective qi now."

Wang Yan covered his face with a cloak and scarf, and said casually, "Where is your scarf?"

"I didn't pay attention, and the wind... ugh! Blow, blow it away..." Lord Chihuo looked embarrassed, covering his mouth and nose with his palm, and complained repeatedly.

"Well, you deserve it, just bear with it."

Wang Yan gave Chihuo a roll of his eyes. This guy was too rough and clumsy. He had given him three sets of scarves to cover his face, but after three days, all three were blown away.

However, Wang Yan's supplies were still very sufficient. If divided among each of his subordinates, there would still be a lot of surplus.

Speaking of this desert supply, all of it came from the Black Stone Demon King. Wang Yan took advantage of the Black Stone Demon King with his status and position.

They walked for a while.

The sunset had dyed the sky red, and the scenery made the boundless desert magnificent.

At this time, Zoe, who had been using the Eye of Truth to scout ahead, suddenly opened her eyes and whispered, "Lord Moyan, Doyle and Rock are back, and it seems that there is a result."

The two scouts led by Doyle and Rock have been reporting the exploration process and progress to Wang Yan for the past few days, constantly exploring the way forward for Wang Yan.

The area of ​​the Hot Sand Desert is too vast, and it is very easy to get lost and go around in circles. Without these two teams, it would be impossible to explore the way ahead.

In addition, hunting the Hot Sand Overlord is much more difficult than dealing with the Flame Lake Overlord. In terms of single-round strength, the Hot Sand Overlord, which belongs to the ancient dragon species, is much stronger than the Flame Lake Overlord. In addition, the geographical environment is more complex than Yanhu Lake, and it is too close to the border of the Dark Demon Realm, so a quick battle must be fought.

This requires a reconnaissance team to search for the lair of the Hot Sand Overlord and closely monitor this lair, so that Wang Yan can defeat this overlord-level ancient dragon in one go after a little preparation.

Doyle and Rock are now on their way back, and they must have received good news.

A few minutes later, two black spots, one in the sky and one on the ground, began to approach this side rapidly.

After a while, Doyle, who was light in figure, and Rock, who was tall and burly, arrived in front of Wang Yan one after another.

"Report to Lord Moyan! We found the lair of the Hot Sand Overlord, just in front!" Rock's voice was rough, but it was full of uncontrollable excitement.

With a big hand, he lifted the dune ratman Graytooth Jim from his mount and put him on the ground.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the lair of the Hot Sand Overlord is only half a day's journey from here, and I also know that there is a secret passage there that leads directly to the core area of ​​the lair." Graytooth Jim, who had just landed, reported repeatedly, looking attentive.

Harpy Doyle, who slowly landed from mid-air, also nodded to Wang Yan and confirmed, "About a hundred kilometers ahead, there is a desert mountain area with ravines and valleys, and the terrain is very complex, full of ridges of all sizes and deep canyons, and full of various monsters. But my sisters have occupied the advantageous terrain and are keeping a close watch on the area."

"Lord Demon Flame, my team has also completely surrounded that mountainous area." Rock patted the armor on his chest roughly and said with great momentum, "There are indeed many monsters gathered in that area, but they are all small characters. , As long as Lord Mo Yan gives the order, I, Yan Yan, will immediately lead my men and kill them all the way in for Lord Mo Yan!”

Now, through the bloodline evolution technique, Rock has successfully been promoted to a legendary powerhouse. If placed in a barbarian tribe, he would be a barbarian king. In addition, he is assisted by the fierce and powerful Hellfire Breath Dog, and he is also equipped with a set of equipment and weapons that are as powerful as holy weapons.

This made Rock and his men's self-confidence and fighting morale rise to an unprecedented level.

You must know that excellent weapons and equipment are equivalent to a warrior's second life. Nowadays, Rock's top-notch equipment is better than that of some small lords in the hell world. Coupled with his own strong strength, ordinary wild monsters and monsters are really not enough for them to kill with one blow.

Of course, Wang Yanke spent a lot of money to create a top elite like Rock. From bloodline evolution to equipment equipment, it is a huge expense.

But from now on, this high consumption is very cost-effective. A top elite at the level of Rock, not to mention dealing with wild monsters and monsters, even if they were put on the battlefield to deal with ordinary soldiers, it would be just a matter of cutting melons and vegetables, and their combat power was very powerful.

The only thing that bothers Wang Yan is that this type of unit is indeed strong enough, but bloodline evolution and top-level equipment are a huge expense.

Even with insufficient resources, Wang Yan was unable to expand his senior soldiers on a large scale and help the earth's superpower community to increase its power.

Therefore, in the next limited time, obtaining more resources and hunting rare prey are always the top priorities that he must face.

"I understand, we'll go there right away."

Wang Yan nodded and gave the order, and then, led by Yan Yan and Doyle, he led many of his men around him and accelerated towards the destination.

Now using the rough handmade map, he had a rough understanding of the general situation of the Hotsand Overlord's lair.

Deserts are not just endless seas of sand. Under the influence of crustal movements, deserts can also form barren mountains, mountains, or dry and barren basins and valleys.

In these mountain valleys, due to earthquakes, flash floods, or sand erosion in ancient times, various deep-cracked canyons and other terrains will be formed.

This kind of place is full of strange peaks, rugged rocks, and the terrain is very complex. It seems that the Overlord of Hot Sand has occupied such a place as his hidden lair.

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After half a day, Wang Yan and others finally arrived at the edge of the canyon.

"Here we are, here we are, Your Highness Mo Yan, this is it."

Gray-Toothed Jim, who was walking ahead with the rock, quickly turned back to greet Wang Yan when he reached the edge of a canyon.

Wang Yan and his companions stopped their mounts, walked to the edge of the canyon, and looked down. At this time, the sun is setting, the sun is setting, night is coming, and the temperature is gradually decreasing.

Through the excellent eyesight of Wang Yan and others, they can clearly see that below is a typical wind-eroded valley, which is filled with strange-shaped wind-eroded rocks and wind-eroded columns. The surrounding area is filled with rugged rocks, ravines, and numerous large wind-eroded holes and wind-eroded mounds.

At a rough glance, the area in front of you looks like an intricate maze. Compared to the original reptile-like lair of the Flame Lake Master, the terrain of this area is countless times more complicated. If some foreign creatures fall in, they may be trapped and die alive.

"Greytooth Jim, did you sneak in and steal things through these wind-eroded caves? You are really brave." Wang Yan called the dune rat man Graytooth Jim over and pointed to the large wind-eroded valley below.

"Lord Mo Yan, you are also forced by life. If you don't have money, you will die. So wherever you can get money, you have to try."

Graytooth Jim scratched his gray head and smiled mischievously, "But it's too dangerous there. The little one didn't steal anything. He just picked up a few Sand Claw eggs and went back. Sold for money."

Sand Claw is a common predator in this area, with sizes ranging from large to small. The small Sand Claw is about two or three meters long, but the large one is seven or eight meters long, or even more than ten meters long. But although they are said to be dragons, in fact they can only be regarded as sub-dragons of a lizard species.

From the appearance, they look like a large lizard running upright on two legs. Their skin is as colored as sand. They have a mighty umbrella crest around their necks and bone spurs on their backs. The most dangerous thing is that their claws are as sharp as sickles. Once prey is captured, their sharp claws and fangs can dismember the prey in their hands in an instant.

Coupled with their wide flippers, they can run extremely fast. They also have a certain affinity for sand and soil, allowing them to create miniature desert vortices and harden attacks from their minions.

This makes them as deadly as the wind in the desert. It can be said that in the desert, they are definitely the top predators surpassing the hellhounds.

Now in this wind-eroded valley, there are countless sand claw dragons hiding in large and small wind-eroded caves. These sand claws are basically curled up and sleeping. Some of the young dragons were still shouting and playing with each other next to the adult Sand Claws, as if they were kindergarten teachers on Earth practicing hunting with each other.

It seems that there is a huge group of Sand Claws living down here. Now these Sand Claws are waiting for nightfall so that they can take advantage of the cooler climate to hunt in the desert.

"Doyle, lead your sisters to continue to be on guard in the surrounding mountains. You don't need to take action this time." Wang Yan made arrangements while watching.

"Yes!" Harpy Doyle flapped her wings again and flew high into the sky.

At this time, Wang Yan had seen enough, turned around and said: "Graytooth Jim, since you know the secret passage, take us directly to the Hot Sand Overlord."

As soon as these words came out, the dune ratman Graytooth Jim was frightened.

"What, what? Lord Mo, Lord Moyan, you, you want to take these, these people directly to the Hot Sand Overlord?"

Graytooth Jim's heart trembled, thinking that the terrible overlord-level ancient dragon, plus there were thousands of sand claw dragons around, even the demigod-level demon king leading the army did not dare to act rashly. This son of the demon god who came from the big city actually wanted to go directly from the secret passage to the Hot Sand Overlord. Did he hear it right? This son of the demon god, are you sure he is not joking?

"What? Do you think I'm joking?" Wang Yan frowned.

"No, no, no, I dare not question His Highness Mo Yan, just, just..." With his life at stake, Gray Tooth Jim still carefully suggested, "It's going to be dark soon, those sand claw dragons and hot sand overlords will wake up from their sleep, and it will be very difficult to deal with them at that time... Otherwise, wait until tomorrow morning, when they are asleep, I will take His Highness Mo Yan over there, and His Highness Mo Yan can take the opportunity to easily kill that monster!"

"Just lead the way if I ask you to, what's the point of talking nonsense."

Lord Chihu glared at Gray Tooth Jim and shouted, "It's just an ancient dragon, can it still turn the world upside down in front of our boss?"

Lord Chihu has not only improved his strength to a higher level, but his heroic spirit is no longer comparable to that of the past Chihu.

Back then, he was poor and timid, and a Yanhu Lord who occupied the Chilian Lake could scare him out of his wits. That is to say, only with the presence of Wang Yan at that time, he could muster up the courage to fight the Lord of Yanhu to the end.

Now, let alone one Lord of Yanhu, even if there are ten! Uh... well, if there are really ten, Lord Chihuo would be afraid.

Seeing that Wang Yan and the people around him still looked the same, and had almost no fear of the powerful Hot Sand Overlord and the large group of Sand Claw Dragons below, Gray Tooth Jim had to nod and agree: "Yes, yes, I understand, I will take His Highness Moyan over there now."

Although he was still full of uneasiness, the son of the demon god in front of him had a temperament of planning and being calm in the face of praise or disgrace, which made him, a small dune rat man, have to be convinced.

So Wang Yan's team, led by Gray Tooth Jim, turned around and walked towards the wind erosion tunnel at the foot of the mountain.

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"Thump! Thump!"

In the depths of the distant Hot Sand Desert, the heavy sound of hooves continued to echo in the empty desert.

Under the gradually dimming sky, a demon army with black armor and gray robes was flying rapidly at low altitude over the vast desert.

The leader of this army was a man of the Night Demon Clan with a majestic and imposing manner. This man was the young prince of the Night Demon Clan, the Night Blade Demon King!

At this time, the Night Blade Prince was wearing a set of black scale armor, his black pupils were as clear and dazzling as obsidian, and his aura of hidden sharpness was like a ferocious tiger, with overwhelming power.

He was riding a black-haired male lion scorpion beast and leading the team on the road.

Behind him, there was not only a whole group of elite lion scorpion knights, but also a large number of heavily armored barbarian beast cavalry and a fierce demon army.

"Your Highness Nightblade, it's going to be dark soon. The brothers are tired all day. Why don't we stop and rest for a night and search again tomorrow?"

Beside Prince Nightblade, a tall and thin Night Demon clan confidant asked cautiously, "Besides, our scouts only found a few sand claw dragons ahead, which doesn't mean anything."

As night gradually fell, the temperature began to drop sharply. After a rare short period of suitable temperature in the day, the hot sand desert will once again switch to another harsh environment. This is very difficult and difficult for the soldiers who march and search all day. It is difficult to adapt. If they are not well-trained and strong, ordinary armies can't bear it at all.

"Idiot!" Prince Nightblade snorted coldly in his nose, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.

Then he ignored the meaning of this subordinate at all, but instead accelerated the marching speed and quickly marched forward.

The tall and thin Night Demon clan confidant was frustrated and retreated behind Prince Nightblade in disgrace, with a look of confusion and doubt on his face.

"Puchi...Haha! Isaiah, you idiot, you really deserve to be scolded by the young master!"

After Isaiah, the tall and thin Night Demon confidant, retreated, a rough Night Demon companion with a big beard beside him laughed at him without hiding.

"Pulton! What do you mean?"

After being laughed at, Isaiah immediately argued with a red face, "Why am I stupid? If you don't explain it today, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Haha, I said you are stupid, you are really stupid." Bearded Purton smiled and replied, "Sand claw dragons are indeed very common, but have you seen a large group of sand claw dragons, after digging out the heart of a horned dragon, not enjoying it themselves, but taking it away intact?"

"If taking away the heart of a horned dragon is not enough, then have you seen a sand claw dragon, after discovering the sand crystals dug out in the mountains, you dare not covet any of them, and also take them away intact?"

The bearded Purton narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and his cunning eyes were full of sparkle.

"Hiss!" Isaiah couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his eyes suddenly shrank, "You, you mean..."

"That's right!" The bearded Purton chuckled, "Those greedy Sand Claws, after getting such a good thing, can actually not be greedy at all and dare not touch even a single thing. There is only one possibility... "

"That is, behind this Sand Claw Dragon, there is a very intimidating leader!" Isaiah exclaimed, and he and the bearded Purton blurted out almost at the same time.

In this hot sand desert, who could control the Sand Claw Dragon to such an extent except the legendary overlord?

Ordinary Sand Claw Dragon King can only be intimidating in front of his clan members. The Sandclaw King is no longer there, and those ordinary Sandclaws will still be like that. Even if they are forcibly controlled by the Sand Claw Dragon King, when they encounter something good, they will still be greedy by nature and can't help but take a bite secretly.

Because for these groups of Warcraft whose leader is determined by their strength, every member will try their best to become stronger and will never waste any opportunity to make themselves stronger.

This is the only case.

That is an absolute authority that all the Sand Claws dare not violate, and this absolute authority is like the God of the Sand Claws, and is enshrined and worshiped by all the Sand Claws.

Based on this analysis, the only monster with such power and authority in the Hot Sand Desert is the legendary demigod-level ancient dragon Hot Sand Overlord!

"Ouch, ouch! I'm so damn stupid!"

A tall and thin night demon, Isaiah slapped himself on the ear, then looked at the back of Prince Night Blade, and said with a flattering smile, "His Royal Highness Night Blade is indeed wise. Next, we only need to catch up with those who go out to search for prey and the sky." Doesn’t it mean that the Sand Claw Dragon of Caidibao has found the Overlord of Hot Sand?”

"Haha, of course!"

Prince Night Blade ignored them, but the bearded Purton continued to chat with a smile, "That is a legendary ancient dragon species. You know the blood essence of ancient dragons. For our young master, and His Majesty the Night Fury Demon King, Is it of much use? Otherwise, why would we, Your Majesty Yeren, have been searching so hard for so many legendary monsters these days?”

Isaiah shook his head excitedly and looked at the bearded Pulton expectantly, as if waiting to hear Pulton's next words.

"Hehe, let me tell you, that's very useful..." The bearded Purton smiled proudly, and just as he was about to brag, he heard a scolding from Prince Night Blade.

"enough!"

Prince Night Blade, who was half way ahead, turned his gaze and glared at the two of them, "Two stupid things, is this something you should talk about? Why don't you hurry up and get on your way?"

"Yes, yes, my subordinate talks too much."

Isaiah and Pulton, the cronies of the Night Demon Tribe, suddenly felt nervous and quickly shrank their necks to please shut up.

Then the two men started their mounts and took a few steps back. At the same time, they shouted to the large group of people behind them: "Run faster! If you let the prey go, I will beat you to death one by one!"

With the encouragement of these two trusted generals, the large group of people behind Prince Night Blade could not help but speed up a bit, galloping all the way towards the setting sun.

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