Soon, Angor found his answer.
The battle between Desert Eagle and the unknown wind creature ended with Desert Eagle's victory. When Sand Eagle successfully trapped the intruder with a sand cage, Angor finally saw the intruder's face.
It was a small green tornado shaped like an inverted triangle. Its body was as long as an adult's elbow.
Angor could tell that it was not a mature wind creature.
It was a Wind Elf that was still in its infancy.
At this moment, the wind-elemental sprite's eyes were in the shape of mosquito coils. Clearly, it had entered a state of unconsciousness, which was why it could be captured by the yellow sand cage.
"So, it's a little elf." Desert Eagle noticed its opponent in the cage, and its tone was a little strange.
Angor had learned a lot about elemental creatures recently, so he knew why Desert Eagle was acting so strangely.
Deagle must have thought that the intruder was trying to provoke them. Maybe Deagle thought the intruder was a spy, just like when Angor first met Dankros.
But when he saw that the intruder was just a pixie, Desert Eagle knew that this was all a misunderstanding.
Perhaps the elemental creatures of each world were at odds with each other, but no matter what kind of elemental creature it was, they all loved and cared for elemental spirits because elemental spirits represented hope.
This could be seen from how Wise Man Asura Platinum cared about the pixie.
No elemental creature would send a pixie out to provoke the intruder, let alone use it as a spy. Ninety percent of pixie were ignorant, after all. Sending a spy like that to the intruder would be a waste of time.
Even a sentient pixie such as Dangros was not fully mature yet. In the eyes of a mature elemental creature, he was just a child.
Because of this, when Deagle saw that he ended up fighting an "ignorant child", he naturally felt ashamed.
Besides, it was normal that the "child" did not know about the rules of Tusk Desert. This was a fight between adults, after all.
While Desert Eagle was observing the pixie in the sand cage, Angor flew over with his Gondola.
"Why is this Wind Elf in Tusk Desert?" Angor asked curiously. Normally speaking, elemental fairies would instinctively move closer to their comfort zone. For a Wind Elf, their comfort zone was the core area of White Cloud Village. On the other hand, the Tooth Extraction Desert was filled with strong earth energy, so it was basically impossible for wind-element sprites to break in.
Deagle shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe he ran away from home?"
The probability of entering by mistake was very low. Even if a wind sprite got lost, it was impossible for it to run to the territory of other elemental creatures.
Sand Eagle also knew that the monarch of White Cloud Village was different from His Highness Hurricane of Storm Mountain Ridge. It was extremely gentle among the wind creatures, and it was impossible for it to chase away a child in the elven stage.
Therefore, this wind-element sprite entering the Fang-Pulling Desert must have been its own choice.
He had subjective intentions, but he chose to leave Baibaiyun Village and come to the Tooth Extraction Desert. This was very unreasonable.
From Sha Ying's point of view, there was a high probability that this was a child who ran away from home in a fit of pique. After all, a child's temperament fluctuated more than an adult's.
Angor looked at the unconscious boy in the sand cage. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the boy's eyes were wet.
"Let's not talk about why it came to Tusk Desert. What are you going to do with it?"
Deagle felt a little troubled by this question.
At the end of the day, it was just a pixie. It was weak and immature. It was very likely that it had run away from home. Furthermore, it definitely did not know about the rules set by His Highness Sandstorm. Even Sand Eagle felt that it was too much to pin a series of crimes on it.
But it still did make a mistake. Letting it go so easily was a little too merciful. If word got out, Lord Sandstorm's reputation would be tarnished.
Under such conflicting emotions, Deagle did not know how to deal with it.
"How about this, mister? Please take care of it for me. I'll go ask Mister Sage."
With Angor's permission, Deagle placed the sand cage on Gondola for now. Then he dove down from a height of a hundred meters and landed on the ground.
When Desert Eagle went to seek the sage's opinion, Dankros jumped onto the table and circled around the cage made of yellow sand. He had a panoramic view of the elves inside.
The more he looked, the brighter Dangros' eyes became.
When Angor wasn't paying attention, Dangros secretly put a finger into the cage. Before he could do anything, he yelped in pain and took several steps back.
Angor looked back and saw Dangros curling his index finger and jumping on the table.
Angor looked closer and saw some yellow sand on Dangros' finger, which was corroding his "skin". He then looked at the sand moving around the cage and figured out what was going on.
Dangros must have tried to touch the sand cage on his own.
He was the one who brought Dangros here, so he couldn't just stand by and watch the sprite screaming in pain.
Xiao Chen extended his hand and picked up Dankros. While Dankros' eyes were blurry with tears, Xiao Chen carefully examined his index finger.
The remaining yellow sand seemed to have the ability to absorb elements. It kept devouring Dangros' fire.
There was a limit to how much the sand could absorb. It wouldn't take long for the sand to reach its limit. However, by the time it was saturated, Dankros's index finger would probably be half-crippled.
Angor really wanted to teach Dangros a lesson, but he still sighed when he thought about Magoo's request. While scolding the sprite for asking for trouble, he tapped the table with his finger. A barely visible ripple began to spread.
When the ripple passed through Dankrose's index finger, the yellow sand on it suddenly shook and fell down one after another.
He was using Frequency Oscillation to shake the sand away from the ground.
"Next time, you'll have to pay for it yourself," Angor scolded after saving Dankros' finger.
Dangros pursed his lips, lowered his' head ', and complained in a low voice, "I just wanted to try and see if I could take it in as a follower …" If he took in a non-fire elemental follower, it would definitely be very eye-catching when he returned to the Fire Territory.
Angor didn't expect Dangros to be so eager to recruit a follower. He couldn't help but scold him, "You only know how to take advantage of people when they're weak. Why don't you focus on improving yourself? If you really want a follower, use your strength to beat them into submission. Like this — "
He summoned a Hand of Spell and pinned Dankros down on the table.
Dankros struggled for a moment before giving up. He knew Angor wouldn't hurt him. Besides, Angor saved him before, so he didn't mind being scolded. Besides, Angor was right.
Using strength to beat the sprite into submission and then recruit a follower seemed like a good idea.
However, Dangros was still at the sprite stage. If he wanted to improve his strength, he had to wait for it to mature. But who knew when it would mature?
Was there any other way to make it mature faster?
Dangros' mind began to run wild.
Angor knew that a Hand of Spell alone was not enough to suppress Dangros. He planned to use his Iron Fist to teach Dangros a lesson while the sprite was still struggling. In the end, he didn't expect this guy to be like a salted fish. He just shrugged and gave up resisting. It looked like the sprite was running away.
Angor's anger accumulated in his chest, but he couldn't find an outlet to vent it. Angor angrily used his Hand of Spell to crush Dangros several more times. The sprite didn't feel anything and just let Angor do whatever he wanted.
Angor looked at Dangros' fearless expression and sighed deeply. He didn't want to do anything else.
At this moment, the eyes of the wind-type sprite in the yellow sand cage began to gradually recover from the dizziness of "mosquito coil eyes".
Angor also noticed the change in the cage.
It seemed the sprite was about to wake up.
Little Whirlwind opened its eyes. The first thing it did was to look around. When it saw that it was trapped in a cage made of quicksand, it began to panic.
The little whirlwind wanted to rush out, but as soon as it came into contact with the yellow sand, the wind element in its body would immediately be absorbed.
He wanted to know what the bird would do when it had nowhere to run.
Two seconds later, the sprite's disproportionately large eyes began to turn misty.
Five seconds later, following a series of cries, two fountain-like streams of tears formed in Little Whirlwind's eyes.
Angor was speechless.
He didn't know how a Wind Sprite could cry, but the first thing the sprite did when it woke up was to bawl.
This was the first time he saw an elemental sprite that could cry.
Angor suddenly remembered that the sprite's eyes were a little wet. Could it be that this guy had already started to cry when he was unconscious?
The more the little whirlwind cried, the more aggrieved he felt. The more aggrieved he felt, the more he cried. His cries grew louder and louder, waking up Dankros who was still in deep thought.
"What, what's wrong with it?" Dangros looked at Little Whirlwind in the cage in shock.
Angor shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's crying?"
"Crying? What's crying? "Dangros looked at Angor in confusion.
"It's the release of emotions when you're sad or happy."
"Huh? You can cry when you're sad or happy? "
Angor didn't know what to say. How should he explain to a fire-type sprite what "crying" meant?
"Can you cry when you're not sad or unhappy?"
"… Yes." Angor could already tell that Dangros' wrist was already filled with question marks.
In order to let Dankros understand the meaning of "crying", he decided to present the scene in the form of a movie. He pointed at Dangros and sent a strand of nightmare energy into the sprite's body.
Dangros instantly froze and entered the world of illusion.
At the same time, Deagle, who was sending messages underground, also jumped out of the solidifying ground.
Leaving a trail of dust in its wake, Deagle soared into the sky and landed on the bow of Gondola.
The moment Desert Eagle stood still, it heard the sound of crying. It turned to look at Little Whirlwind in the cage. "Eh, why is it crying?"
"You know what crying is?"
Deagle nodded. "I can't cry, but I know that the grass in Verdant Plain can. I also heard that water sprites are the best at crying. But they don't get any sympathy because they're made of water. "
Angor nodded. It seemed that elemental creatures also knew the concept of crying. It was just that Dangros, as a fire-type sprite, didn't know about it. Mr. Magoo should know about crying as well. But it would be difficult to teach an elemental sprite how to cry in the Fire Domain.
Deagle looked at the sprite and spoke in a soft voice, "It's still young, so I think it's crying. But this is the first time I saw a wind sprite crying. "
So am I. Angor agreed in his mind.
Deagle ignored the crying sprite and turned to Angor. "I've asked the wise man's opinion."
"Oh, Mister Bitter Platinum's decision?"
"Mister Padt is going to White Cloud Village, and the wise man hopes that you can escort this sprite to Her Highness Softwind."
Angor considered for a moment and understood Bitter Platinum's intention.
The sprite had broken Sandstorm's rules, so it wasn't right to let it go. Still, the sprite was only a sprite. Excessive punishment would make it look like a joke.
If Sunders could bring the sprite to White Cloud Village and return it to Softwind, Uranus would not only punish the sprite, but also show Tusk Extraction Desert's attitude and do Princess Softwind a favor.
At the same time, Tusk Extraction Desert could help Angor establish a relationship with Princess Softwind.
It was killing two birds with one stone.
"Alright, I'll escort it back to White Cloud Village."
Inside the sand cage, the sprite also heard Angor's words. It quickly shook its head and cried, "I don't want to go back! Let me out! I don't want to go back!"
The sprite was intelligent, so they already knew what it was going to do when it chose to leave White Cloud Village on its own. Therefore, the sprite's words didn't cause too much of a commotion.
Deagle glared at the sprite. "It's fine if you don't want to go back. You trespassed in Tusk Extraction Desert and violated His Highness' rules. I'll send you to His Highness Sandstorm and have him lock you up in the Quicksand Prison. For your crimes, you'll only be locked up for 50 years. "
"Fifty … fifty years?!" The sprite froze. There were still tears in its eyes.
"Yes. So, do you want to be escorted back to White Cloud Village and let Princess Softwind punish you, or do you want me to follow the rules and take you to His Highness Sandstorm?"
"I … I don't want to go back. I don't want to be locked up for 50 years either."
"It's not that easy." Deagle spat. "I'll make the decision for you. Send you back to White Cloud Village! You'll thank me then. "
Little Whirlwind was still a small spirit. After being frightened like this, it continued to cry.
Deagle didn't mind. He spat out a shining golden sand from his mouth and handed it to Angor. "Mister Sage asked you to give this to Her Highness Softwind. It contains his words."
The golden sand was probably a medium used by desert creatures to send messages, similar to the sparks in the Fire Domain.
Angor couldn't read the information inside, but Gentle Wind should be able to.
Angor accepted the sand and nodded. "Alright, I'll give it to Her Highness Softwind."
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