On the yellow sand plane, a team of magicians were camping. First, more than a dozen magicians formed a large circle, held their staff on the ground, silently chanting spells, and the originally loose sand and gravel slowly formed into a solid rammed ground.

The ground is raised by stone pillars, all made of sand and gravel, but they are petrified into rocky things. Just hang the tent upwards and the temporary tent will be built.

Next to the biggest project, next to the camp, the mages kept calling out sandstone giants in the gravel field, controlling them to leave the center, slowly forming a large pit, and then solidifying.

The magicians took out bags of water-based magic crystals, and through the water-based magic crystals, summoned water balls in the dry desert environment and threw them into the pit. Slowly, a pool of clear water accumulates in the pit.

When the water was accumulated to a height, a magician took out a box, which was carefully crafted with precious magic materials such as fine gold and mitral silver, and was engraved with various magic patterns. It was obvious that it was the kind of magic energy that was very powerful.

As soon as the box was opened, a powerful magic wave immediately spread, and there was a strong breath of life in the fluctuation. The shielding ability of this box was very powerful.

There was only a green seed the size of a fist in the box. The magician carefully held out the seeds and gently put them into the pool. It was obvious in the clear water that the seeds were germinating and growing rapidly, taking root quickly, and a seedling soon emerged.

As the seeds grow, the water level in the pond drops rapidly.

All the magicians devoted themselves to the work of condensing water elements. In the dry yellow sand plane, the water elements were very thin, and it was almost impossible to condense water vapor in the air. They could only rely on the water-based magic crystals.

These water-based magic crystals are bag by bag, thrown at the feet of magicians like cabbage. The noble magician is like a migrant worker, taking off his magic boots, stepping on the magic crystal barefoot, and flexibly outlining the activated magic patterns to release the elements in the magic crystal.

This repetitive and monotonous work makes perfect, and this team of magicians have done it countless times, and they can complete it with their eyes closed, so they still have time to chat.

"Hisser Bo Xin, when will this mission be rotated?" a cross-eyed magician asked with one foot.

Bo Xin was the mage who took out the seeds. At this moment, he was quickly condensing the water ball. He saw that the magic boots on his feet were taken off, and he squatted on the bag barefoot, stepped into the magic crystal, and held his hands like a lucky cat, throwing them left and changing them right. The water balls quickly condensed into his palms and were thrown into the pool.

Repeating monotonous work obviously won’t be welcomed. Bo Xin was in a bad mood. Hearing this, he immediately scolded: “You thought about rotation at the beginning of the mission. You are so lazy.”

The cross-eyed magician responded indifferently: "It's not the first time. In recent years, we have developed nearly five planes, one per year on average. It's not that I'm lazy or tired of it. Ask for the good time and have a clear mind, otherwise I don't know when this kind of day will come."

The cross-eyed magician's words obviously went to everyone's hearts, and everyone showed a heart-wrenching expression.

Bo Xin also had the same feeling, but as a leader, he could not have such a negative attitude, otherwise the people would be dispersed and the team would be difficult to lead. He could only force himself to say: "At least you don't have to go to the battlefield, that is a real dangerous task. A few months ago, someone was stabbed by a cliff under the crown of cliffs, and the substitute artifact was exploded."

"What? The substitute artifact was exploded? Is it the substitute artifact that the mother god gave to save his life? It was actually exploded, or was it under the cliff?"

"Impossible, who can break the defense under the Cliff Crown? Is it the Truth Mage?"

"It seems that other planes are not all magicians who stabbed an elbow? How do you stab someone with an elbow? It sounds like a melee profession."

"There are still melee careers these days? Heresy, Lord Bo Xin, hurry up and tell me what happened?"

Bo Xin's words aroused everyone's interest. After a silence of questioning, the atmosphere came up unconsciously. Working happily is more efficient than boring. Bo Xin praised his wit.

After talking about the interesting story of someone stabbing the underworld under the cliff, Bo Xin shifted the topic to the Yellow Sand Plane and said with a smile: "I don't know if I can meet the natives in the Yellow Sand Plane. If I can meet, you will have Forluo."

"There are still natives in the Yellow Sand Plane? Isn't it possible?" The cross-eyed magician said in surprise: "There is no water or grass here, and even dead people cannot survive. How can there be natives?"

"Haha, the world is so magical. Although there is no water here, there is a creature called the Yellow Sand Water Beast. Every night, they will open all their hair, absorb the thin water element in the air, and then store it in the armpit capsule." Bo Xin said.

The cross-eyed magician asked in confusion: "Master Bo Xin, the natives you are talking about are not just this kind of yellow sand water beast, right? What's the blessing to encounter them?"

"Ahem... Of course not. With water, some people can survive. I don't know which plane the humans who have fallen here survived by the Yellow Sand Water Beast. There are tens of thousands of people who scattered all over the plane and lived with water. Because these are extremely lack of water, the natives here have developed a magical ability, and their skin can maximize the locking of water. Therefore, the women here are tender and tender, and they can get out of water with just a pinch."

"Because the indigenous population is too small, in order to avoid the closeness of blood, they are very enthusiastic about foreign humans. Whenever they encounter it, the women in their family will serve them enthusiastically, just to leave a piece of your bloodline. So are you blessed?"

Bo Xin's words made everyone drool and wanted to immediately throw down their work and visit the indigenous people's homes.

Just as a group of mages were distracted, a group of indigenous people gathered dozens of kilometers away. More than a dozen indigenous women in tulle were surrounding a very handsome man, talking nonsense, and Miaomian's eyes were always on the other party's handsome face.

The Yellow Sand Plane is an unguarded chaotic plane. There are no resources and few people come. Occasionally, they are either rude mercenaries or Ying Ruo's magicians. How could you ever see such a handsome and strong handsome man?

More than a dozen women ignored the man's panic and said, "Good luckily, the guest is tired from traveling, why not take a rest?" and then they were about to peel off the armor on the other party.

Lunsard and Mobak, lurking in the yellow sand, whispered: "Do you think we should go to protect our troops? Your Majesty seems to be a little overwhelmed."

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Chapter completed!