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The brown desert was filled with an aura of despair. It was dry and fiery, but when night fell, it was cold and bitterly cold.
The most precious thing in the desert was an oasis, but what was even more precious was a bustling, luxurious, and glittering fashionable city!
They might not have any greenery, but they could be covered in gold. That was how ancient Arabia had always been. The golden sand formed hills and flowed freely. They did not need any green plants to set them off, yet they were still full of vitality!
A golden world, a silver city.
The Asia Magic Association stood here. The tip of the silver tower was like a sharp ancient sword, stabbing into the blue sky. A group of patrolling pitch-black Desert Eagles formed a long formation in the sky, circling around the silver tower.
Dubai was a city with many rules, yet there were no restrictions.
Unlike most cities in the country, flying in the air was allowed here.
It did not matter what kind of astounding mount you had. You could freely fly in the sky above Dubai, making the people below you envious and admiring you.
Once you had a high enough status, you would enjoy the utmost respect here. There was no need to pretend to be humble and courteous, and you could freely show your disdain on your face.
Following the sale of the dragons by the dragon tamer families in England, Dubai was the first city to monopolize the dragon army.
Not only did they sign a ninety percent contract with the dragon tamer families, they were also purchasing the dragons in other people's hands at a high price. As a result, it was quite common to see the Mages of Dubai riding a troop of dragons in the sky above the city. Wearing pitch-black armor, they were the exclusive dragon riding mages of the royal family.
"HAHA, if we're talking about speed, the Brili I'm riding on will definitely leave you a few thousand meters behind. Let's fly back to the tower from outside the city. The fastest person will take the rest's salary for the week, how does that sound?" a man with a moustache said with a smile.
"Captain, we can't neglect our duties."
"What are you afraid of? Is there anyone who dares to stir up trouble right under the eyes of the Asia Magic Association? Besides, have you forgotten who I am? If anything happens, I'll take care of it. The match is about to begin, I'll count to three. "
As soon as he counted to two, the man with the handlebar mustache whipped the Wyvern's back. The Wyvern let out a cry and flapped its muscular wings as it charged toward the Mage Tower. The airflow behind it turned into a turbulent wind, messing up the Mage Formation in Dubai.
"He's trying to trick us, chase after him, I don't want to spend the next week strolling around the streets!"
How could a stroll around the streets compare to a star-rated hotel, a glass of red wine, a pair of alluring eyes, and a flawless white bed by the window?
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
More than a dozen Flying Dragons flew out at the same time. Those who didn't know would think that they were doing some kind of special drill. They were so well-trained and so handsome.
At the front, the captain of the dragons with the moustache with the moustache.
There was no wyvern that could be faster than Brilli. The money that these fellows had worked hard for for a week had all fallen into his pocket. It just so happened that there was a little diva waiting for him while rubbing her slender and beautiful legs. The premise was that he could pay her a large sum of money in one go, which was not a small sum.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh ~"
The wind began to grow stronger, and an agile creature with white air currents around its body appeared in the sapphire blue sky without anyone noticing.
It flapped its wings elegantly and overtook the team of dragons with ease. On top of that, it was overtaking the captain with the moustache at an even pace.
The captain was stunned. He swung the whip in his hand even harder.
"Faster, faster, spread your wings!" the mustached captain scolded.
Flying Dragon Brilli had already used all his strength. His skin was already cracking due to the strong swinging, yet the creature still overtook him with ease.
Looking at the creature's butt, and most importantly, the wind from the creature's slaps was like taking a huge mouthful of exhaust fumes. Brilli clenched his teeth in anger!
They were both flying dragons, yet why was the creature's dragon faster than his?
On top of that, the creature's size was even smaller than his Flying Dragon Brilli's!
"Damn it! Damn it! Just you wait!" The mustached captain shouted unwillingly.
No matter how angry he was, no matter how hard he yelled, he still could not catch up to the Fengluo Yaron in front of him. It felt like he was trying to catch up to a motorbike on a bicycle, yet it was useless even when the chains on his legs were about to break!
Mofan sat on the Fengluo Yaron and glanced at the person behind him who was baring his teeth at him.
"A Mage from Dubai?"
Mofan mumbled to himself, yet he did not pay any attention to it.
The Mages of Dubai were similar to the Sacred Hall Mages in America. They were both directly under the Continental Magic Association.
However, Mofan already knew that Dubai did not forbid the use of mounts and Summoned Beasts. As such, he flew straight into the silver city …
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Mofan did not waste any time. He went straight to the Magic Tower.
He went to the 120th floor and found himself in a white meeting room with a sacred aura. A group of Asians were seated around a round table, led by an old man with a white beard.
Mofan recognized the man. He was Zu Huanyao, the grandfather of Zhan Kong's Chief Military Instructor.
He was a member of the Magic Tower in Dubai. He was one of the few Councilmen who had a say in the Sacred Hall of the Asian Magic Association.
A Councilman of the Asian Continent had an extraordinary status.
Mofan had barged into the meeting room. Even though Zu Huanyao had never seen Mofan before, he immediately recognized him.
"What's the meaning of this, Mofan? Do you know where you are!? "Zu Huanyao was infuriated.
He was having a meeting with a few of his subordinates, yet this Mofan had barged in without even greeting him. Who gave him the courage to think that he could do whatever he wanted just because of his reputation in the country?
"I should be the one asking you, you old prick!" Mofan went straight for Zu Huanyao.
"What … what did you just say!?" Zu Huanyao rose to his feet. His aura skyrocketed, as if he was going to tear everything in his surroundings into pieces.
"You can't even save the life of a citizen. What kind of leader are you? If you're too old to see clearly, you should just retire and let someone more capable take over the job!" Mofan pointed at Zu Huanyao's nose and scolded him.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
Even Chairman Shao Zheng would not dare to do something like that!
The young man was either out of his mind or out of his mind!
"What do you know? Leave at once, or I'll arrest you for insulting the leader!" Zu Huanyao's face reddened.
"You can try, I've already wanted to kick you into a coffin back in the Sacred City!" Mofan snapped.
He was going to settle the old and new scores together.
If it wasn't for his stubbornness, the Chief Military Instructor would not have died together with Qin Yu 'er!
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