In the next instant, the mana evenly distributed to the mana field was gathered together, suppressing the enemy from all sides. It www.biquge.info's a pity that the few Kecha Goat's soldiers are still pestering like flies that can't be killed, so he can't really concentrate all his strength. But that's enough, anyway, the bald head didn't plan to use the force of the field to flatten the opponent and tear him apart. For others it may be, but in front of him is a warlock who is definitely not lost to himself (if not stronger than himself), and has already achieved the title.

There is no need for any other evidence, just the fact that the other party has already obtained the title knows that it is an out-and-out strong enemy. Caution must be taken in any case, and any caution is not superfluous.

But he believes that he can still fight, and maybe he still has a certain advantage, at least it will not be a problem to retreat with his whole body. Because he had already discovered, for some reason, that the other party did not have any magic-enhancing combat suits on him.

Not the armor type, not the fortress type, not the cloth type, not the exoskeleton armor type, but nothing. Unless the other party did a subcutaneous graft and put a steel plate engraved with magic patterns or something under the skin, she really didn't have anything.

It's like a strong warrior with only a knife in his hand, a good marksman with a rotten gun in his hand, and a tiger with its claws removed. Of course, it can't be said that their combat effectiveness is equal to zero, but even people (or animals) whose skills and strength are far inferior to them can now try a battle, and even have a better chance of winning.

Of course, another reason is that the bald head is also confident enough, he thinks that he is already qualified enough to obtain a title, but there are too many prejudices that prevent this at the moment, so he needs to "devour". Things in the world are sometimes so unfair, others only need to score 100 points to get a perfect score, while others need to score 130 points. What? The highest score on the exam paper is only 100 points? Sorry, that's not my problem. My dear, people are different, and if you want to pass the exam, you need one hundred and thirty points.

This "devouring" is to get 130 points on the exam paper with a perfect score of 130 points.

The "Beast Messenger" immediately began to struggle, trying to break free, but it was too late. The bald head doesn't need to restrain the other party for too much time, in fact, he only needs the other party to pause for a few seconds.

There was already a lot of rubble on the ground around - it could also be said to be a fragment of tiles or metal. Driven by magic, these otherwise dangerous fragments are being fired at the high velocity of bullets towards enemies who cannot be dodged for a while. At the same time, he once again used his magic field to knock away the pests that were approaching again.

This is a trap that has been predicted for a long time, and relying on the blessing of the Enchantment of the Force Field to inspire such a powerful power in an instant, it can take into account three aspects at the same time. The explosive power of this instant magic will exceed any enemy's expectations, thus forming a surprise surprise attack.

Even the "Warcraft Messenger" miscalculated this time. She definitely didn't expect that she would be able to raise her strength to this level in an instant. It's like a fighter who always fights with 90% of his strength, so when he bursts out with 130% of his strength in an instant, it is very likely to break the opponent's defense in one fell swoop.

"Whew...... Ha...... Call...... Ha ...... he gasped, this time even he was exhausted with all his strength. But the result was so perfect that he was satisfied with himself.

Win!

He looked up, he had carefully practiced the relevant tactics a long time ago, and it wasn't the first time he had used this tactic, but it was indeed the best one. At this moment, all the energy of the opponent is to break free from the entanglement of the magic force field, and he will never be able to dodge this blow, and in the worst case, he can also severely damage the opponent.

Then he saw the other person's body disappear.

It's not stealth or something like that - because stealth doesn't make any sense in this case. Playing stealth for bullets is to flatter and throw it to the blind, but the other party's body is blurred in an instant, almost illusory.

In the moment of his astonishment, the prey had already deftly broken free from the net and disappeared from the barrier. In the distance, there was a "crackling" sound of some fragile vessel being broken, proving that what had just happened was not a dream.

"Split......" he hesitated for a few seconds before he understood what was happening, "Clone?" he said in a voice that he could only hear. This is the second law, and even the magic that can only be mastered by the higher level of warlocks, but very few people do.

How could this be? No! That's how it should be! How could a warlock with such an identity as the "Warcraft Messenger" sneak up on this ghost place to look for something without anyone knowing? Disappearing for more than ten days will definitely attract the attention of others! In fact, let alone the "Warcraft Messenger," even he, a warlock who doesn't even have a title, has to find an excuse to come over. Of course, he found this excuse very well, and in the way of being hired, at least in theory, no one would suspect him. And the situation with the "Warcraft Messenger" is even more difficult. How did she explain that she had disappeared, how could she explain that she had suddenly arrived at the Banshee's Gate?

"No wonder ......" figured this out, and the vague incongruity he had just felt quickly had an answer. That's why the other side needs to lay a trap, why is there no combat suit on him...... The most important thing is that in this case, the situation is obviously superior, but the other party is unwilling to launch a frontal offensive, but only thinks of taking advantage of the favorable geographical advantage and attacking in a mysterious way. It stands to reason that in the face of his own goal, the "Warcraft Messenger" should not hesitate to use all his strength, get it in a short time (at least try to do it), and snatch it up to "devour".

The current opponent should only be able to exert one-tenth of the normal strength or even less. No wonder it's done.

Thinking about it, the bald man's heart became more and more calm, and even his hands didn't hurt much. That's right, he was a little injured just now, he couldn't grasp the opponent's position, it was difficult to launch a direct attack, and worst of all, there were a few creatures over there that were almost like cockroaches, but in a sense quite dangerous.

But what does it matter? every time an opponent enters his enchantment range and wants to attack, he essentially uses his mana to cancel out his mana field so that he can attack. In other words, it is a kind of magical consumption. That's right, he can't help the other party for the time being, but it doesn't matter. As long as he focused some of his energy on taking out these creatures that were in the way. He doesn't believe that the other party doesn't do it, but if he does, it is essentially a spell of magic consumption. Of course, because of those few creatures that are as tenacious as pests, his consumption is obviously better than that of the other party.

But if it is a fight for consumption, no matter how unfavorable it is, it is impossible for him to lose to a clone.

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The camp is quiet today. It was the time when the city was distributing relief food, so except for a very few who stayed behind, there was not even a single figure in the camp.

Several soldiers patrolled along the path. Because they have a good view, they are also in a calmer mood and quietly follow the prescribed route. If there is order in the area, that is, the army can maintain its original belief in protecting civilians and conduct law and order patrols, instead of looting, looting, kidnapping, kidnapping and extorting (or worse) they are the only ones. Most of the legions, or the remnants of the legions, have lost their discipline, and you don't need to think about what an army is like when it loses discipline.

In fact, the situation is getting worse every day. Even if they survived for various reasons, they actually had no bottom in their hearts, and no one knew what the future would hold. At the moment, it can only be said that everyone knows that this situation cannot last long. It's either better - or it's worse.

"That's what it sounds like. One of them suddenly sensed something and asked, pointing to a tent next to it. It was an ordinary tent - almost indistinguishable from its surroundings, unremarkable. If there's one thing you have to say, it's where it is. A person with the slightest discerning eye could see that the tent looked out of place with its surroundings, as awkward as a person standing in the wrong place in a neat queue. Or rather, it looked like it was late, and it had nowhere to put it, so it had to be forced into it.

Of course, this is indeed the case.

Several of his companions stopped when they heard this. If you listen quietly, you can indeed hear strange sounds inside the tent. It felt like some kind of mechanical sound.

The leader made a gesture to his companion, who gently opened the tent door with his hand. The biggest difference between a tent and a house is that it can't be locked. That is, anyone can come in and see what's inside.

"Wait, I remember, isn't this the squadron leader's residence?" said the man behind him suddenly.

The entire corps used to have several hundred squadron leaders, but now there is only one. In fact, if it weren't for the squadron leader and squad leader, the regiment could have been completely wiped out of the battle sequence (no matter who it was) - in a sense, it might have been a better situation.

So everyone immediately came to their senses. Although their squadron leader has never seen the head and the tail, he is a bit legendary. Not everyone has the courage to turn around and return to Kecha Goat's zone of control to save people – let alone come back safely. The latter, of course, is presumably due to a magic ring given to him by the elders.

Besides, when the bearded men came to blackmail him, he did a great job before, at least he didn't make the soldiers resent or despise him.

"It turned out to be his ......," said him, but the person who opened the door peeked inside, trying to figure out where the strange mechanical sound was coming from.

But the problem is clear. In the middle of the tent, there were two strange things, or rather, two strange machines. Of course, he didn't know about the two machines, one called a hand-cranked generator on Earth, and the other called a holoera.

There is also a most common low-power engine on the side, which is pulling a hand-cranked generator to spin, generating a steady stream of electrical energy that is fed into the Holoera.

Although a few people couldn't understand it, they could understand that this kind of thing should not be dangerous, and in addition, the sound was not very loud, and it would not affect other people.

"Don't know what it is, but it's best not to bother with it...... Let's move on. The one in the lead said.