The Turakala Desert was filled with yellow sand, and a bloody smell permeated the air.
The Battle of Tula Kara had been going on for almost a month. As the center of the battlefield, the Eye of the Desert was filled with corpses.
Scavenging vultures were greedily enjoying their lunch. Under the scorching sun, the blood had dried up, and the Eye of the Desert was now crimson red.
A month ago, the army of Tula Kara City raided Longelon City. Victor Londo did not expect Cloning to be able to avoid his death zone so easily.
The defensive facilities at the edge of the desert were completely ignored. The defenders of Longelong City were caught off guard by Tula 'Kala's army when they completely let down their guard.
If Londo had not used a war-grade magic scroll (infinitely close to a forbidden spell), the city gates of Longelon City would have been destroyed.
This raid made Londo furious. In order to appease the anger of his soldiers, Londo had no choice but to immediately counterattack.
However, this was another taboo. Cloning had been waiting for Londo to attack and had set up an ambush in the Eye of the Desert early on.
This battle was unusually stalemate. Originally, Tula Kara's army had the advantage in the ambush, but they were met with a strong counterattack from Longelon's army.
The Battle of Tula Kara in the Eye of the Desert lasted for an entire day and night.
It was only when Londo revealed his trump card that the battle ended in a draw.
…
"General Londo, why don't we pursue the victory?
Tula Kara's motley crew is no match for the Iron Scorpion Corps. "
The command center of Longelon City was conducting a fierce post-battle summary. Although they had defeated Tula Kara's ambush in the Eye of the Desert, Longelon City had not gained any advantage. Instead, they had revealed their trump card.
"Joel, are you crazy?
Beyond the Eye of the Desert is Cloning's territory. How do we know if he has a trump card?
Haven't we suffered enough losses at his hands these days? "
"Yeah, your Iron Scorpion Corps is strong, but who can guarantee that Cloning doesn't have a trump card?
I heard that he also has a cavalry unit. "
Joel snorted. "So what?
Is there a cavalry unit stronger than the Iron Scorpion Cavalry in this desert?
Unless they can tame Locke Dragon! "
"This …"
Everyone else was silent. Only the sound of Londo's fingers tapping on the table could be heard in the command center.
"What if they can really tame Locke Dragon?"
Londo suddenly looked up and glanced at everyone. "Don't forget, the mount of the clone is a Rockdragon."
A Rockwyrm Cavalry unit, and a Rockwyrm Cavalry unit in the Tula Kara Desert … this might be even more valuable than a forbidden spell.
Londo rubbed his temples tiredly. "It's already late. Joel has arranged for the Iron Scorpion Corps to patrol. Everyone, rest early."
Seeing his deputies leave one by one, Londo could not help but sigh. Ever since the battle of Turakala, he had been preparing for the worst.
When those ambushing troops retreated, they didn't seem to have thrown away their armor at all. On the contrary, they were very satisfied that the Iron Scorpion Corps had been exposed. Perhaps their goal was just to probe.
Londo let out a long sigh. Ever since Cloning had quietly crossed the Forbidden Death Zone, the balance of the war had tilted.
…
The night in Turakala City was still quiet and peaceful. There wasn't the slightest bit of tension from a state of war.
To the civilians, this was something that Cloning should be worried about. It had nothing to do with them.
Moreover, they had been hearing news of victory these days. Perhaps they would be able to reclaim Thunder City soon?
Cloning sat alone on the city wall. King Locke Dragon was lying on the side, resting and snoring softly.
The night in the desert was a little cold. Cloning's armor had some frost on it. It was obvious that he had been sitting here for a long time.
"Help me conquer the Tula Kara Desert and make me the King of Turakala … Sounds good."
After Cloning finished speaking, a dark portal suddenly appeared behind him. A black shadow walked out of the portal and stood beside Cloning.
"This is only the first step. You are the King of Beasts. How can you limit yourself to a small place like Turakala?"
The black shadow's voice seemed to have magic. Ordinary people would be instantly charmed if they heard it.
"Don't use that on me."
Cloning glanced at the black shadow. "Although it was thanks to Bnehamin that we were able to break through the Forbidden Death Zone, it can't make up for the stupid mistake he made at Linna Snow Mountain."
The black shadow shrugged. "Accidents happen in everything. There will be opportunities to obtain the Dragon Soul of the Meteorite in the future. How can that little guy suddenly disappear?"
The black shadow paused for a moment before saying, "Oh right, what's up with that Xoura?
He beheaded Bnehamin's clone. "
"I don't know."
"Isn't he your brother?"
"He's not worthy."
"Alright, alright. Anyway, we have to pay attention to him in the future. Now that the City of the Night is completely out of control, things are getting more and more difficult."
Cloning jumped down from the city wall. He stretched and walked to King Locke Dragon's side.
"Don't worry about the City of the Night for now. I'm afraid you'll all be trapped inside. Settle the matters in the Kingdom of Order. We have to slow down the matters in the Federation."
"Why?"
"The Forest Fairies know a little too much. Tell them to be careful. It's not good for us to be exposed early."
The black shadow nodded and then sighed. "But... Bnehamin has already been exposed."
Cloning shook his head. "Who knows?
Let him be a troublemaker. We don't need him now anyway. "
"That's fine. Bnehamin's other abilities are average, but he can't be killed."
"You say it as if you know where his real body is."
"Hahaha."
Cloning stroked the back of King Locke Dragon's neck and said softly, "Let's go back."
...
"Lafame, can you do it?
I have to take the third-level necromancer examination tomorrow. "
Alice waved the Language of Cherry Blossoms, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.
Lafame scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Why don't we wait a few more days?"
"No!"
Alice frowned. "The registration is in a few days. This is a competition organized by the imperial college. I don't want to wait another year."
Lafame sighed. He was still a little afraid. He had heard that the third-level warrior examination was very difficult.
However, only those who had reached the third-level could take part in the beginner's competition organized by the imperial college, so Lafame could only give it a try.
"Alright, I'll do my best," Lafame said. "Yril should be waking up soon, right?
Master Kyle said it would be in two days. "
"Mm..." Alice thought for a moment and said, "I hope he wakes up soon. Then the three of us can take part in this competition together!"
Lafame scratched his head. "That's not right. Yril hasn't reached second-level yet, right?"
"Tch, idiot Lafame. Yril is much more powerful than you. Let's make a bet if you don't believe me."
"I'm not betting with you..." Lafame quickly waved his hands. "I've never won a bet with you."
"Alright, I'll go back and rest. I'll call you tomorrow morning."
Rafem nodded and walked to the front of a training room.
"You go back first. I'll practice for a while."