Unlike the Imps, who can only wield steel forks, the Impovers have a more unique attack, and their natural ability is to shoot fireballs.

Although three points less powerful than the fireball spell unleashed by a beginner magic apprentice, it is enough to set fire to houses or set fire to the clothes and hair of villagers.

They became almost the main force of the destruction camp, jumping around setting fires, setting fire to everything they could burn, including a sturdy fence made of logs.

The flames crackled, and soon spread directly below some improvised watchtower.

The watchtower instantly turned into a blazing torch, illuminating the entire dimly lit camp and lighting up the night sky at the same time.

The two villagers who had been huddled on the watchtower, glad that they were keeping vigil tonight, suddenly fell into despair.

A moment later, a terrifying scream came from the burning watchtower, and the two of them fell from a height of more than ten meters with flames all over their bodies, howling.

A villager did not fall to his death, he quickly stood up and stumbled towards the reservoir under the terrified gaze of the villagers around him.

He let out a terrible scream, like a crow that had been choked by the throat and was constantly struggling.

In the end, he wailed and ran dozens of meters, only to fall down extremely unwillingly, and before he died, he still maintained the posture of reaching out and grabbing the cistern.

The scene in front of them was even more terrifying, and even aroused the despair in the hearts of the villagers, some people collapsed and collapsed to the ground, and kept muttering: "It's over, I can't run......

Subsequently, the desperate man was impaled in the chest by the little devil's steel fork.

At this moment, the chief of Jasper was like a lost dog with his tail lit, shuttling through the crowd in embarrassment, trying to encourage the men to take up arms and resist, while he himself was like a quail, cowering at the rear.

There was a sudden cracking sound, and the watchtower, which had been burning for more than ten minutes, snapped off in the middle and smashed straight into the houses in the camp.

The charcoal splashed everywhere with scarlet flames, and anything around it that could burn ignited instantly, making the scene even more chaotic.

The whole camp was already in flames, tongues of fire licking in from time to time through the cracks of the houses, billowing waves of heat and smoke pouring into the rooms almost endlessly.

Eventually, the doors of the rooms that had been locked were opened, and the people hiding inside had to start running frantically.

The flames were raging, and the logs were burning with a crackling sound, like a lament for the villagers.

The demons continue to harvest human lives, and the cruel but not intelligent little devils have long been eager to rush to the corpses that have fallen to the ground and start to eat greedily.

Some of the villagers had not yet died, or had fallen to the ground pretending to be dead, so the screams rang out as the little devil's sharp teeth tore off their flesh.

However, the little devil was not frightened and frightened by this, and did not even execute the other party with a steel fork, but showed a hideous and terrifying smile, and immediately continued to tear the flesh and blood on his body despite the fierce resistance of the other party.

A certain mercenary was surrounded by several little devils, he was covered in blood, and he had long lost the desire and strength to fight.

Eventually, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground in despair.

Seeing this, the surrounding little devils immediately swarmed up with steel forks, and in an instant, a miserable scream sounded, only to see that the mercenary was directly disemboweled, and all his internal organs were taken out.

Perhaps it was the extreme pain that stimulated his nerves, and the mercenary actually stood up again, brandishing his long sword to drive away the little demons who had gathered around him.

However, this was completely futile, and when he swung his sword to attack, the little demons flapped their wings and jumped several meters away.

When he loses his strength and collapses to the ground, the little demons will run back with their wings and pull out the internal organs he had just stuffed into his stomach again.

Such a scene is really terrifying, and it should only appear in some horror movies, but now it is constantly playing out in reality.

The mercenary looked desperately at the villagers he had oppressed, and his face showed a look of pleading for mercy.

However, when the villagers saw this horrific scene, they were already frightened and weakened, and the only thought left in their minds was to flee immediately.

The gate was filled with panicked crowds, who tried to pull the rope to open the gate and escape, only to find that the thick hemp rope had already been burned to ashes, which was the real despair.

Attempts were made to climb higher walls, but only a few succeeded, and they were in danger of being stabbed.

This is a dangerous forest of ten thousand beasts, not to mention injuries, even if it is intact, I am afraid that it will attract the prying eyes of wild beasts.

The camp had been built for half a year, and it was enough for the beasts and monsters to realize that there was something tender and delicious here, so that they had barely escaped before they were thrown to the ground by the monsters lurking in the bushes, and they could not even scream.

Immediately after, there was a creaking chewing sound in the bushes.

People finally understood what it meant to catch a turtle in an urn, and chaos inevitably spread.

Some of the villagers regretted that it would have been better if they had fled with the Hal and them, and that although they would continue to be enslaved, they would not have to face the fate of being killed and eaten after all.

What they regretted even more was that they had missed both of the opportunities to leave, both of which they had missed.

Hal even assures them that once they arrive in the county of Meredith, they will have a very good life.

At that time they thought that the other party was lying, just to curry favor with the nobleman's lackey, but now they suddenly realized that as long as they could leave the camp, anywhere was paradise.

If there was anyone in the camp who regretted it the most, it was the leader of the Grizzly Bear Mercenary Regiment, the bearded man.

But he had no beard now, and he had long since been burned by the raging fire.

Originally, he wanted to observe the movements around the camp, so as not to be blacked out by the village chief Jasper, but he couldn't resist the greed in his heart and sent someone to the camp to inquire about the details.

Knowing that there was no danger, he rushed to the camp and wanted to carry away last month's copper, so as to catch up with this catastrophe.

From beginning to end, he seemed to be rushing to death.

It has to be said that greed is the greatest original sin.

This fellow who has been in the mercenary world for nearly thirty years has finally paid a huge price for his greed, he is surrounded by three sheephorn demons in a corner, and his hands holding large swords are constantly trembling.

The Sheephorn Demon is a medium-level demon, and their strength hovers between mid-level martial artists and high-level martial artists.

Bearded was unfortunate, and the three Sheephorn Demons he had to face all possessed the strength of high-level martial artists.

If it is a heads-up, he has a great hope of winning, but if he is to single-handedly fight the other three, it will definitely die.

The three sheephorns slowly approached with their decapitation swords, their beards letting out a desperate roar, and then rushed forward without hesitation.

In the end, the miracle did not happen, and his limbs were brutally cut off and became a delicacy on the plate.

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