"You're a summoner?!" Christine's surprised voice came out, attracting everyone's attention.

"Yes, it's no secret. The chestnut-haired sorceress shrugged her shoulders and said.

Opening his palm, a light beast about ten centimeters high appeared in the hands of the chestnut-haired magician, this is my first summon, and it is also the origin of the name of our team.

"Wow, that's so cute!" Christine's eyes instantly turned into little stars, and she looked at the little monster in the hands of the chestnut-haired magician with great excitement.

"This is the Draenei light cicada. The chestnut-haired sorceress introduced.

The rarity of light-based magical beasts, as we all know, this female magician has a light-based magical beast as her summon, which shows that her qualifications are not low.

Draenei cicada Locke has heard of it, according to Angelina, her mentor Master Kayla's cultivation room is stocked with hundreds of Draenei cicadas, these little things have almost zero combat power, but they can unite to release a constant temperature space.

Many harsh experimental environments need to be completed by Delaney light cicadas.

Christine was not interested in understanding the role of the light cicada, she was now completely budding by the little thing in front of her.

"Sister Milan, can you lend me something to play with?" asked Christine, blinking her big eyes pitifully.

"It's, okay. The chestnut-haired magician muttered for a moment, then agreed.

The difference between the two women is less than five years old, Christine is a little naughty, but she is very cute, especially women older than her, usually as long as she calls 'sister', she will be attacked.

Except for the scouts who watched from the trees, the short, middle-aged shieldmen did not practice.

This person practiced earth-based fighting qi, and from afar, Locke could feel a heavy meaning, and with the three-finger-wide giant shield in his hand, Locke felt that it would take a while to break his defense.

It's not easy for anyone to get out of the way, this group of adventurers has been wandering for years, and everyone has their own unique skills.

During this time, Locke also discovered an interesting thing.

The chestnut-haired sorceress named Milan and the calm swordsman in the squad were a couple, and the archer, who had been unknown and didn't talk much, seemed to have a special affection for the sorceress.

"Tsk, it's good to be young~" Locke sighed boredly, the quasi-knight's strength made his peeping eyes not noticed by the other members of the team, including the scout who had a more sensitive sense.

But Locke felt that the middle-aged shieldman was already suspicious of him.

As the strongest man in the squad, a middle-level squire-level existence, the middle-aged shieldman somehow, every time he observed this young nobleman who hired them, there was always a kind of incomprehensible one.

"Could it be some kind of special magical equipment?" Rummaging through the wooden stacks in the bonfire to make the flames burn more vigorously, the middle-aged shield man shook his head and didn't think about it.

With two beautiful and powerful girls to protect him, it is not surprising that the middle-aged shield man feels that this noble young man has another piece of magical equipment on him.

Stretching his waist, when the red sun was setting on the horizon and everything was quiet, Locke stood up and prepared to go back to the carriage to rest.

"Lord Locke. "The swordsman with a calm personality came over, and his name was Martin.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Locke.

"Although the Depeng Forest is not very dangerous, there have been animal tides from time to time every year, and I don't think our luck will be so bad, but I hope that you will not leave the camp at night, or even the carriage. Martin said.

"Beast tide?" Locke raised an eyebrow, the first time he'd heard the term.

"Yes. Martin gave Locke a little insight into what the beast tide was.

As for the reason for the emergence of the beast tide, there is no need for an adventurer who can't read a few big characters to know, maybe only those magicians in the Wizards' Guild will be interested in studying a thing or two.

All these adventurers need to do is to try to survive when they are unfortunate enough to encounter the beast tide.

"I don't think we're going to be so unlucky. Locke laughed.

From time to time in a year, the beast tide composed of hundreds or thousands of demonic beasts, the level of demonic beasts ranges from demonic creatures to intermediate-level demonic beasts, even if Locke is a quasi-knight, in the face of the tsunami-like wave of demonic beasts, it is a little chill down his spine to think about.

He hadn't forgotten how the city garrisoned by tens of thousands of living goblins during the plane war was breached by thousands of slave creatures who were not afraid of death.

Compared to the body of the Warcraft, humans are always fragile, including knights like him, who are just close to the physique of the Warcraft, and there is still a distance between them and the real Warcraft of the same level.

After telling Locke, Martin left, and Locke watched him sit by the campfire, next to Milan, the chestnut-haired magician.

Glancing up at the archers sitting on the stones wiping their arrows, Locke lowered the curtain of the carriage.

If he were the archer, he would have pursued the sorceress with all his might, and he would have been obscure, who would have read your love.

At night, there were three people in the small carriage.

In addition to Christine, Locke called Raffi in, the forest was still a little cold at night, how could Locke favor one over the other and leave Raffi outside to be frozen.

Fortunately, the carriage is made of wood, and the quality is guaranteed, so Locke doesn't have to worry about being crushed by the three of them.

The three of them huddled together, and Locke hugged left and right, quite a bit of a gentlemanly spirit who sat still.

Midnight.

Outside the carriage, the flames of the bonfire danced slightly, the sound of 'crackling' sparks was occasionally heard, and the middle-aged shieldman added a piece of firewood from time to time to maintain the vigor of the bonfire.

Next to the carriage, on the lush cypress trees, two or three green leaves fluttered down, and Locke, who was pretending to sleep in the carriage, suddenly opened his eyes.

"It can't really be so unlucky, right?" Locke sighed inwardly.

Pushed Christine and Raffi who were leaning on his left and right shoulders with her hands, Raffi woke up as soon as she pushed, Christine wiped her saliva, and looked like she hadn't woken up, which made Locke a little helpless.

"It might be a little difficult for you two to follow me later. Locke whispered to the second daughter.

"What's wrong?" Christine woke up this time.

"Shhhhhhh

The slightest vibration sound came, and it was difficult to detect if you didn't listen to it deliberately.

Before Christine could hear the sound carefully, the shouts of the archers in the camp rang out, "Hurry up, something is wrong!"

Before everyone could react, the scout who was keeping vigil on the tree also issued a warning, "There are things coming from the southeast, and there are quite a few of them!"

The scout's shouting caused all members of the Dawnlight team to hurry up and put on their own weapons and equipment, but it was still too dark for them to see what the scout was talking about.

The middle-aged shield man shouldered his huge shield and stood at the front of the team, facing southeast.

The vibrations were getting louder and louder, and the frequency was so high that it was like an army of thousands of horses.

The middle-aged shield man combined his own experience at this time, and immediately reacted to what was coming, turned around and shouted, "Run, it's the beast tide!"

Everyone was startled and immediately acted as fast as they could.

"Martin, Hale, you go and protect Lord Locke!"

"Mine, where do you see the direction of the Beast Tide's mainstream?"

"Big Brother Quake, and Darle, you two on alert!"

At this time, the role of a good leader is reflected.

Milan, a female magician who was not good-looking, was quite calm at this time, and ordered methodically to her team members.

A team of six adventurers, under the dispatch of Milan, took action and initially formed three lines of defense around the camp.

The first is the trap set up by Scout Meen and him, which is mainly to detect the direction of the beast tide, and can immediately retreat when encountering an invincible enemy.

The second is composed of Shield Quake, Archer Dalle and herself, which can burst the strongest attack power, and the two swordsmen behind her can also support it quickly.

Finally, there were the two swordsmen in front of the carriage, Martin and Hall.

The professional ethics of this adventurer team are still there, and Locke can see that their main premise is to protect their carriage.

"Lord Locke, wake up, there may be a beast tide coming!" Martin shouted at the carriage.

Without making him wait, Locke, Christine, and Raffi got out of the carriage one after another.

Because the three of them slept together, their clothes were a little wrinkled and messy.

Seeing this, Martin, who had a more stable personality, only frowned slightly, and then told them about the possible beast tide and explained what they needed to pay attention to later.

And Hall, who is more detached, looks back and forth on the three of Locke with a look you know, and seems to have thought of the good things that the three of them might do in the first half of the night.

"We're not really that unlucky, are we?" Locke asked.

"It does look like a beast tide, but don't worry, the route we chose is off the main road where the beast tide once happened, and under normal circumstances, it will not face the beast tide, at most it will be affected by the aftermath of the beast tide. Martin said.

"That's fine, I'll leave it to you for protection. Locke nodded. If he really faced the frontal impact of the beast tide, Locke would definitely not say a word, and would pull the second daughter away.

He is not bad at the strength of a quasi-knight, but if he were to face hundreds of mid-level demonic beasts at the same time, he would definitely be dead.

Only by advancing to a first-class knight can it be possible to ignore a beast tide of this scale.

There is a way to advance, which is to wander between life and death, and the breakthrough experience of the two official knights that Locke knows has achieved in this environment.

If there were no Raffi and Christine, when Locke had no other way to retreat, he might have to fight for his life in the beast tide in order to break through, but for now, forget it.

He's not yet at the point where he needs to trade his life for a breakthrough.

"It's coming!" Martin stared in the southeast direction.

The ground shook more and more, and the horses pulling the cart let out uneasy screams.