Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

"It doesn't matter. Even if my sister really doesn't know the location, these desert people from the Ghost Tribe are all high-quality resources that His Highness the Seventh Prince needs."

"When the Seventh Prince finds the magic oil mine, he will definitely need a large number of workers for mining. Those desert people may not be good at anything else, but mining is their specialty. Plus, they are familiar with the environment and their bodies are adapted to working in the desert. They will become the prince's best laborers."

"Tsk tsk, not bad, Brother Bob. This is what I admire about you. You're someone who can do great things."

Upon hearing this, the vice-leader nodded frequently. Indeed, it could be used as an alternative. Providing a large number of high-quality laborers could also be a bargaining chip for them to curry favor with the prince.

"Don't delay any longer. My sister is preparing to let those desert people escape tonight. You guys make some preparations and surround Ghost Town in half an hour."

"Hehe, your sister is quite ruthless too, willing to give up the oasis. I understand. No need for half an hour. You go back now. Stall for a while longer, and the Bloody Hand Gang will arrive at Ghost Town in fifteen minutes."

…

The desert people in Ghost Town, the young children and the elderly, were the first batch to retreat under Lisa's arrangement.

Even though they were reluctant to leave their homeland, they could only stagger away with their luggage in the middle of the night.

However, even this last right, the right to live, was now to be taken away.

Bundles of torches, as if they had been waiting for a long time, quickly lit up on the outskirts of Ghost Town, followed by fierce-looking members of the Bloody Hand Gang.

Before Lisa and the other desert people in Ghost Town could react, the elderly and children who had just left were already being attacked by the members of the Bloody Hand Gang, wielding weapons.

This was not a battle at all.

It was a completely bloody massacre. The elderly had no power to resist and fell one by one in pools of blood. The cruel thugs, who were originally criminals from the Bloody Hand Gang, did not even spare the children.

After all, the boss had said...

They couldn't kill too many ordinary desert people, as they were all labor force for the future. Killing them would be a waste of their wealth.

So naturally, this murderous desire could only be satisfied on these elderly and young who couldn't be counted as labor force.

"No, no!"

"Come back! Come back quickly!!"

Lisa, under this scene, was heartbroken. She wanted to lead the other equally grief-stricken desert people out to save these children, but by the time they arrived, the group of hundreds of elderly and young people was now lifeless.

At this point, no more words were of use.

All the desert people wanted to do now was to take revenge and kill these beasts from the Bloody Hand Gang.

Strong spell fluctuations emanated from Lisa's body.

The sand grains around her seemed to tremble with Lisa's emotions and began to swirl around her.

The fate track believed by the desert people of the Syndicate was, as their name suggested, the "Sand Sea".

Therefore, their powers were all related to "sand".

Unfortunately, the decline of the desert people was actually inseparable from the decline of the "Sand Sea" fate track. In other words, the Sand Sea had not responded to them for a long time.

However, at this moment, perhaps it was the sight of the people being slaughtered, or perhaps it was Lisa's furious emotions that truly touched something. At this moment, the "Sand Sea" fate track on Lisa's body truly flickered again, and the power of Star Sculpt began to raise Lisa's strength bit by bit.

In just a moment, Lisa was surging with the power of the third tier. If the home field advantage was taken into account, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that her strength was comparable to the fourth tier. This immediately attracted special attention from the Bloody Hand Gang.

Especially Brien, the vice-leader, who immediately gave someone a look.

Then...

"Ah!!"

A scream suddenly rang out from beside Lisa. Her brother, Bob, now had a large wound on his abdomen. He was blown away several meters and was spitting out blood.

And the source of the attack was none other than...

Shermen.

'Hah!?'

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present. Just as Lisa thought that Shermen was an undercover agent of the Bloody Hand Gang and was about to turn her anger on Shermen...

Because Bob was blown away, the poisoned dagger hidden in her brother's hand also flew out and fell to the ground.

"What is... this!?"

Lisa's mind was now completely blank. She was dazed until Bob, whom she regarded as her successor, called out to the Bloody Hand Gang for help after recovering a little. Only then did Lisa understand and realize everything.

On the other side, Brien frowned even more. Just now, he didn't even see Shermen's move clearly, and Bob, whom he had hinted to sneak attack his sister, was blown away.

'Damn it!'

'Why were there always unexpected events!'

"Go, these unrepentant desert people and that stupid mage from Ilinor, kill them all. There's no need to keep them anymore!"

'Even if Lisa had an awakening on the battlefield, even if that cloaked female mage seemed to want to help the desert people, so what?'

'You can beat one, but can you beat ten? A hundred? A thousand?'

This time, he had brought a full three thousand men.

This was already his limit as the vice-leader.

Today, even if a fifth-tier mage came, they would have to obediently lie down for Brien!

The premise of a battle of attrition was...

There had to be real consumption.