Little Minotaur

Billowing heat swept over the Desert Camel's body, evaporating the beads of sweat from the tip of its nose.

Desert Camels never sweated; that was the foundation of their survival in the desert. Only the tips of their noses had a few sweat glands, yet even this sole point of perspiration was now leaking sweat uncontrollably.

This was dangerous. Prolonged sweating would dehydrate them, but they could not stop it.

Even less controllable were their pupils, trembling violently. Especially when they saw the Green-Tailed Snakes blindly winding around one another across the Wasteland, they grew ever more terrified and uneasy.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye, so quickly they had not even had time to react. Those vicious human bandits had turned into slender snakes one after another, then gradually fallen silent amid shrieks and howls.

And the culprit behind it all was that black-robed young man who had already vanished.

The Desert Camels were not ignorant creatures. They had seen powerful Mages and high-level warriors, but they had never seen anyone so effortlessly wipe out an entire bandit group.

Even now, they did not understand why that young man had taken only three Mages while sparing their lives.

At this moment, Li Ziran sat on a rock, staring blankly at the endless Wasteland. He naturally could not remain with the camel caravan any longer.

He casually patted the three frogs at his waist, somewhat dissatisfied. They were three human Mages, and the Magic Glands in their bodies could fetch a few gold coins. As for those human bandits, though their brains were valuable too, they were not particularly special Magic Organs. In the end, they could only become Li Ziran's spiritual nourishment.

Li Ziran smiled. He liked the Wasteland, and he liked this kind of