Angor continued driving the Gondola into the distance after Fispenry left.
The smoke in the air was getting thinner, allowing them to see what was going on below. However, the ground was nothing but dried, scorched earth. Looking at it for too long would only make one's eyes tired.
However, this was not a problem for Dankros. It clung to the edge of the ship, and the eye in the center of its palm stared straight at the ancient land below. Even the endless scorched earth looked as beautiful as the first time it saw it.
Angor rested his face on his hand and looked at Dankros quietly.
At first, Angor was thinking about something else. But later, he couldn't help but look at Dankros' hand. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
"You look a little fatter today?" Angor couldn't help but ask.
"I'm not fat. You must be mistaken." Dankros shifted his gaze to Angor and said, "I'm not fat."
Angor was only asking casually, but Dankros' reaction was a bit strange. It kept looking around without looking at Angor. Angor narrowed his eyes. "No, I'm sure you're fatter."
He dragged Toby into the water. "Toby, come here and take a look."
Toby chirped. Dankros didn't understand what Toby was saying, but the bird pointed at its belly with its wings, indicating that Dankros' "hand" was indeed bigger.
After Toby finished speaking, he cast a sidelong glance at Dankros with a look of disdain.
Dankros didn't know why Toby was looking at him like that. It took a lot of effort to get closer to Toby, and he didn't want to ruin it because of something trivial.
"I'm not fat. I'm going to leave the Fire Zone for a while, so I need to bring some luggage."
"So, you're carrying luggage?" Angor looked at Dankros doubtfully.
Dankros still didn't dare to look at Angor. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "You can say that. And some gifts from Professor Magoo."
Angor narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything. Toby also didn't believe him.
Dankros was most afraid of Toby's gaze. After hesitating for a moment, he finally could not hold it in any longer. He opened his mouth and spat out a black and red crystal.
"Is this … Mister Magoo and Mister Devilfire's core flame crystal?" Angor looked at the familiar crystal and realized something.
Dangros nodded and lowered his head. "Teacher Magoo gave it to me. When the teacher saw that you didn't want it, he gave it to me. "
Dankros' tone was filled with uncertainty and a little stuttering. Combined with the fact that Dankros did not dare to look into Angor's eyes, Angor was sure that Dankros was telling the truth.
It was not Magoo who gave the crystal to Dangros. Dangros asked Magoo for it because it could give the crystal to Angor.
"Really?"
"It's true, isn't it?" Dankros shivered a little and asked hesitantly.
Dankros was a simple man. Angor saw Dankros trying to change the topic and figured out the truth. The crystal was definitely not for Dankros. Angor thought about it again and understood what was going on.
Magoo probably wanted to give the crystal to Angor through Dankros.
"You should know better than anyone else whether it's true or not." Angor reached out a hand and picked up the crystal on the table.
Dankros looked at Angor's eyes and knew that his lie was exposed.
Dankros lowered his head in frustration. "I just thought it looked nice. If you don't want it, I'll take it."
Angor chuckled but did not say anything.
Toby also chirped along with Angor's laughter.
Toby's cry was like a sharp thorn that pierced into Dankros' heart. He lowered his head even more shyly, and almost put his entire hand on the table. He said guiltily, "S-Sorry, I shouldn't have taken it for myself …"
Dankrose's sudden admission of his mistake surprised Toby. It hummed twice and slowly retracted its gaze.
Angor still did not say anything. He played with the crystal for a while and handed it back to Dankros.
"You can have it," said Angor.
Under Dankros' confused gaze, Angor slowly explained, "Mister Magoo knows you better than I do. He probably knew what you would do by giving it to you."
If Dankros gave the crystal to Angor and Angor accepted it, that would be for the best.
If Dankros kept it for himself, Magoo would not feel bad either. After all, he used it on his favorite student. Of course, given Magoo's understanding of Dankros, he probably knew that Dankros would not be able to hide it.
Once Dankros exposed himself, Angor would have to make the choice again. To accept or not to accept the crystal, it was up to Angor to decide. And this time, no matter what Angor did, the crystal would not be returned to its rightful owner.
Angor knew what Magoo meant. He refused the crystal at first, and he did not want to accept it again.
Both Magoo's Fire and Midier's Fire were good, but Angor was not a fire-type wizard. He did not need to study special flames. Therefore, he could control his emotions and desires.
Dankros did not think too much about it. When Angor gave the crystal back to him, he was delighted and looked at Angor with friendliness.
Seeing how happy Dankros was, Angor considered for a moment. Then, he used Fire Sculpt to remove the useless parts and modify the outer appearance of the crystal.
Under Angor's spirit control, the crystal quickly changed into a new shape.
It was a ring with a black base and a red pattern.
"It's not good to keep it in my stomach. Let's put it on my finger."
Dankros gladly accepted the crystal's transformation and wore the ring on his middle finger.
Angor looked at Dankros with a strange look. He had to admit that Dankros only had a severed hand, but the hand was very fair, and the fingers were long and beautiful. Without looking at the eyes and mouth in the palm, the hand was more perfect than the hands of many women who liked to take care of their skin.
Now, coupled with this ring that was emitting a strange flame aura, even if it was just a severed hand, it still had some elegance and nobility.
Of course, this was only because Angor had been looking at Dankros for a long time and gradually accepted this fact.
If a normal person saw a severed hand running around, they would not think it was elegant. They would only be scared half to death.
Dankros wore the ring for a while and skipped to Angor's side. He rubbed Angor with the back of his hand to show his gratitude.
Angor was a little surprised that the naughty kid would use such a cute way to show his gratitude.
Maybe he was just acting like a spoiled child. This was normal in the eyes of a naughty kid.
While Angor was still trying to make up his mind, a muddy wind suddenly came from afar.
At first, Angor did not feel anything. But as his vision became blurrier and the air around him began to turn yellow, he realized something was wrong.
The air was getting more and more murky. He could not see anything in front of him except for a vast cloud of dust.
And this cloud of dust contained a very strong power of earth.
The so-called power of earth was actually the general name of earth elemental energy.
Clearly, this cloud of dust was the manifestation of some kind of earth elemental energy.
Based on their previous speed, they should have reached the end of the scorched land by now, which meant they were at the border of Wildstone Wasteland.
It was normal for such a strong power of earth to appear here. The only thing Angor was not sure about was whether this was a natural phenomenon of Wildstone Wasteland, or was it caused by someone else.
Angor pressed his hand on the hull of the boat, which released a green light that blocked the cloud of dust from entering the boat.
With the use of the Cleanse spell, the sand on the ship disappeared one after another.
Angor looked at Dankros who was still in a daze. "This is the border between Wildstone Wasteland and Wildstone Wasteland. Does this happen all the time?"
Dankros shook his head. "No. I didn't see this when I came to Wildstone Wasteland the last time."
So this was a special situation? Under such special circumstances, there was usually a manipulator behind the scenes. Angor frowned. Was he being targeted by an earth elemental creature from Wildstone Wasteland?
Angor thought for a moment and activated Mark of Earth. The aura of Mark of Earth instantly became stronger.
As the aura of Mark of Earth spread out, the surrounding dust began to move away from Gondola, leaving a clear hole in the air.
As soon as the hole appeared, Angor heard someone making a small noise.
"Hey, I smell my own kind."
Next, he saw a figure flying toward Gondola from the nearby sand.
Elmi, who was hiding in Gondola's shadow, quickly opened its eyes and gathered around Angor's feet.
Angor watched the shadow fly toward him and let it land on the boat.
As the shadow landed on the ground, Angor saw who it was.
It was an eagle made entirely out of yellow sand.
Without a doubt, this eagle was made of earth elemental energy. Let's call it a Desert Eagle for now.
The Desert Eagle was about the same size as Fez Spanry, but Angor knew that it wasn't its real body because he didn't sense any energy coming from it. This was just a sand doppelganger. Its real body should still be outside in the sandstorm.
The Desert Eagle closed its sand-like wings and walked around the edge of the ship curiously. It lowered its head and looked at this strange object that it had never seen before.
"What a strange thing. It can fly in the sky. Is it made by White Cloud Village?" The Desert Eagle spoke in a hoarse voice. "Do you know about Salmado?"
Just as Desert Eagle finished speaking, a voice came from the sky. "No, our White Cloud Village doesn't have such things."
Angor looked at the sky. Did the Desert Eagle just say that there was an elemental creature called Salmado outside? And it was from White Cloud Village? Was it a wind elemental creature?
Since Angor was heading to White Cloud Village, maybe he could talk to a wind elemental creature first?
Before Angor could find a chance to talk, Dangros spoke first. "White Cloud Village? Is it Uranus's White Cloud Village? "
"Yes." The sound of the wind came from above. At the same time, Desert Eagle, who was standing on the edge of the ship, also exclaimed in surprise, "Eh, it's actually a Flame Sprite, and it can even develop spiritual intelligence at the Sprite Stage?"
Dangros held up his "head" with his index finger and middle finger. "Of course. I'm the descendant of the great Kalomonkis."
"Kalomonkis … I heard about this name from the wise man. He used to be the lord of this land. I heard he was a flaming griffin. But you don't look like a griffin, do you? "Desert Eagle looked at Dangros curiously.
Dangros put his hands on his waist. "That's because you're ignorant. Your lord, Fallen Earth Czerni, must know something about me. Go ask him yourself!"
When Dankros finished speaking, the invisible Wind Element lifeform above his head chuckled. Desert Eagle, who was opposite him, also had an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Sand Eagle replied, "In my realm, the monarch isn't Fallen Earth Czerny, but Sandstorm Sandstorm."
"Sandstorm Sandstorm? So you're not from Wildstone Wasteland? You're from Tusk Desert? " Angor asked. Magoo told him that Tusk Desert was also the territory of an earth elemental creature near White Cloud Village, and its lord was Sandstorm Sandstorm.
Desert Eagle looked at Angor with a confused look. "Yes. I'm from Tusk Desert. You look strange. You smell like my kind, but I don't think you're one of us. "
Magoo told Angor that Tusk Desert wasn't as friendly as Wildstone Wasteland and Fire Zone, but it was still relatively peaceful. This Desert Eagle seemed to be able to talk peacefully.
With that in mind, Angor activated his Earth Mark. "My aura is from Little Inba, who lived in Wildstone Wasteland.
As for me, I'm not an elemental creature. I'm a human. "
…
Desert Eagle still didn't fully understand Angor's explanation. It didn't know much about humans.
Still, Desert Eagle didn't think too much about it. Mister Padt wasn't an enemy since he received the Earth Mark from an earth elemental creature.
"You're going to White Cloud Village to see Princess Softwind?" A green eagle appeared in the sky. It looked similar to Desert Eagle, but it was made entirely out of wind energy. It was Salmado from White Cloud Village.
"Yes. I have something I need to ask Princess Softwind about. Can you give me some pointers? "Angor looked at Salmado.
Salmado tilted her head and considered. "Princess Softwind is a gentle lady. As long as you have good intentions, she won't refuse to meet you."
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