Desert Lord: Random Super Divine Level Talent At The Start

"They are all King Level Warcraft Knights!"

The camp leader gasped, feeling extremely frightened.

He didn't know much about it and couldn't recognize what kind of beast that looked like an eagle and a lion, but that didn't matter.

King Level is enough for him to look up to.

As the leader of the camp, he also has the highest rank.

Reached level eight.

Ranked at the level of high-level professionals.

But when the enemy he faced was a powerful King Level Warcraft Knight, he was completely weak and vulnerable.

He has reason to believe...

These few King Level Warcraft Knights alone are enough to sweep through his entire camp.

The armed forces of the camp, including the heavy crossbows in the fortress, may not even be able to break through the defenses of these King Level Warcraft Knights.

That thick magical armor was so dazzling that it made him despair.

…

The entire camp was in chaos.

There are many sand people running away.

Some sand people were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

In fear, I prayed over and over again for blessing from the true god Brewster!

At this moment, a figure holding a magic wand got off the back of a golden griffin, stood on the wall and looked at the camp leaders and others who were gradually gathering.

The camp leader immediately said in a very respectful tone: "Dear Magician, Lord Knights, I am Eric, the leader of this camp."

"I wonder what orders you have for your sudden visit?"

To Eric's surprise, the old magician was very kind.

He said to him with a smile on his face: "My lord does not want to see you sand people living a difficult and precarious life, so I built a new home for you."

"The location is a golden oasis more than a hundred kilometers away."

"That place has been transformed into a paradise by the power of God given by my lord. I am here to take you to settle there."

Hear this.

The expressions of leader Eric and the sand people professionals behind him suddenly changed.

Not only was there no surprise in his expression, but he was filled with fear.

They have enough reason to believe that the old magician and those powerful Warcraft knights are here to capture them and make them slaves.

It's not like this has never happened.

For many years, forces from the human kingdom have entered the Karar Desert to mine resources, such as digging for Gobi pearls, mining salt lakes, etc.

What to do when you don’t have enough people?

Generally, sand people are hired at low wages.

The ruthless ones simply captured the sand people and used them as slave workers.

Not only are they not paid, they don’t even have enough to eat.

Basically, none of the Sand People who were captured as slaves survived.

What paradise...

That is a place where monsters are concentrated!

The leader, Eric, said with a trembling voice: "Dear Magician, we are living well here and do not need a new home. Thank you Lord for your kindness!"

"I know what you're worried about, it's unnecessary."

The old butler Huo Deen said: "My lord is a great God-giver, with a kind and benevolent heart."

"In order to create a peaceful living environment for you, we not only wiped out the large group of monsters nearby, but also wiped out the evil jackal and lizard tribes..."

"Thousands of your countrymen have settled in the golden oasis."

"My lord gave them enough food to fill their stomachs, and also built them shelters that can isolate them from the heat and cold."

"Witness the glory of the goddess of magic."

"You can trust what I say!"

Hearing this, leader Eric also fell silent.

It's true, is it true? ?

After thinking about it carefully, he still couldn't believe that such a good thing would happen to sand people like them.

Eric asked: "I wonder what the great Lord needs us to do?"

The old butler Huo Deen said: "All you need to do is to become the subjects of my lord and mine various resources for the development and construction of the golden oasis."

Eric shook his head and said: "No big shot from the outside world has ever been willing to accept us sand people. They always regard us as criminals and call us the descendants of criminals!"

The old butler Huo Deen said with a smile: "My lord is different from those people. He has a good impression of you sand people."

After a long silence again.

Leader Eric smiled bitterly and said, "Dear Magician, do we have any other options?"

"My Lord, my lord, has stated that we will not use war and killing as the main means of conquest..." As he spoke, the old butler Huo Deen waved to the Royal Griffin Knights high in the sky.

Suddenly, densely packed golden griffins descended from the sky.

Each golden griffon was extremely huge, causing gusts of wind when it landed. They exude a terrifying aura that is enough to make the souls of the sand people tremble.

They stand scattered on the walls surrounding the camp.

Like a giant beast.

Surround the entire camp.

Those pairs of pale golden sharp eagle eyes locked onto every sand citizen in the camp.

There is no need to say more about what follows.

The leader, Eric, knew exactly what would happen if he refused.

The old butler Huo Deen said: "Chief Eric, you can trust me to witness with your own eyes the wonderful life of your compatriots in the golden oasis. In addition, hurry up, I still have a few camps to go to!"

"Dear Magician, please give me a few minutes."

"OK!"

The old butler Huo Deen nodded.

…

Inside a large tent.

The leader, Eric, is having urgent discussions with the camp's senior leaders.

However, the "result" of the negotiation gave Eric even more headaches.

Because the opinions are not unanimous!

Some people think this is a conspiracy. Going to the Golden Oasis is equivalent to falling into a devil's cave, and their people will be exploited and abused like slaves.

Others believe that they have no choice but to lower their heads in the face of a powerful enemy.

"If we refuse to go to the Golden Oasis, they will definitely rush into the camp and take our people away! Rather than suffering casualties, it is better to try to believe..."

"What if what the old magician said is true?"

The opinions of this group of people were recognized by the leader Eric.

“Since there is a disagreement, let’s vote by a show of hands!”

"The minority obeys the majority!"

…

After a while, the voting results came out.

The leader, Eric, exhaled heavily, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his body, and said, "I will go and reply to the magician, while the others pack gifts and supplies."

"Let us go and witness together whether the Golden Oasis is a devil's cave or a paradise!"