It is a small campsite near a trade route.

Nearly two or three hundred meters of large space, trees, shrubs, thorns and other debris have been cleaned up, and there is a small stream not far away, which is the best place for caravans and travelers to stay in the wilderness.

As soon as it got dark, it was crowded with people.

Large caravans would entrench themselves in the corners of the campsites, enclosing small areas with large wagons and wagons for their habitat. Ordinary business travelers or pedestrians will gather in twos and threes, light bonfires, and prepare for tonight's dinner.

The aroma of the vegetable soup and the gurgling of the jerky in the pot were enough to make every hungry traveler lick their lips and lick their lips.

Some of the ladies who came with the party would meet up and walk to the stream not far away, hoping to freshen up and solve some problems that bothered them before dinner. After a whole day in the carriage, it was rare to have a quiet time, and their silver bell-like laughter came from afar in the open forest, attracting some men to look at each other incessantly.

There is a relaxed atmosphere throughout the camp!

Da Da Da ......

A crisp sound of horses' hooves came down the trade road.

In the darkness, a man in black in a cloth robe slowly rode into this bustling and noisy makeshift camp.

Perhaps intimidated by the cold breath of the other party, the sound of the camp gradually fell silent.

All the men couldn't help but put down the work in their hands, straightened their waists, and silently looked at the latecomer.

This is a demonized white horse from the Salovia region, not only is it a divine horse, but even its temperament and ferocity are no less than those low-level monsters. Therefore, it is impossible for a knight not to be a powerful knight to control this magic horse.

And the one riding on the magic horse was dressed in a black cloth robe, and not an inch of skin was exposed on his body. The hood completely closed his face in a deep shadow, giving people an eerie and cold feeling when viewed from a distance.

On the chest of the black-robed man of the Demon Horse, everyone saw a strange badge with a flaming iron fist.

"It's a member of the Crimson family......"

"Is it a wizard or an apprentice?"

"I don't know ......"

The people who could appear in the camp were all well-informed guys who had traveled from south to north, and immediately recognized the identity of the comer. The gaze that was still a little confused and wary just now was covered by a thick layer of fear in an instant.

All those who were stared at hurriedly bowed and saluted, their faces full of flattering smiles.

"Who are the people in the Dulo caravan?" the black-robed man who stood high above the magic horse whispered.

Hearing the name of the black robe, the hundreds of people in the camp instantly focused their eyes on the group of people in the corner of the camp. Seven or eight light carriages, thirteen or fourteen adventurers and mercenaries dressed as figures, one of which was led by a man who was also dressed in a cloth robe, with short blond hair, and looked very young.

Seeing that the other party's gaze had already followed everyone's gaze, the blonde man lifted off the obstructive burqa on his body, revealing the gray apprentice's short robe underneath.

"Now that these scum of the Crimson family have chased after us, partners, we will fight with him......"

With the blonde man's low roar, half of the thirteen teammates lifted off their robes, revealing the armor and armor of different styles inside.

"It's a wizard's apprentice......"

"The Kamala Family's ......"

There was no shortage of guys in the camp who were familiar with the local situation, and immediately recognized the identity of this group of people.

Damn, according to legend, the Kamala family and the Crimson family are at war, in case they fight here......

The camp, which had been quiet and peaceful just now, instantly panicked, and men, women, and children fled into the distance. And in this chaotic camp, the black robe that jumped off the magic horse and more than a dozen apprentices of the Kamala family fought together.

The black robe is not a wizard, but a quasi-wizard.

On the side of the Kamala family, who were hostile to him, was a small team of 4 senior apprentices, 3 intermediate apprentices, and 7 clan warriors.

As soon as the two sides got together, the seven apprentice-level witchcraft on the Kamala family's side came to face each other.

Unfortunately, they were all blocked by a wall of wind that rose from the ground.

Bouncing ......

Bursts of sorcery shook the wall of wind, causing it to die with the first wave of attacks in a trembling and agitation.

"It's a quasi-witch of the famous wind system...... Cole, you go up on top...... Avril, you, Anna, and Tony are in charge of ranged attacks on the perimeter...... Brother Lie, Grey Ear, you go to the ...... with me"

Under the command of the blonde man, seven apprentices of the Kamala family quickly surrounded the crimson apprentice and launched a swift attack on him from all sides. As for the clan warriors who protected them, they shouted and raised their weapons and armor, and bravely rushed towards the only enemy.

In an instant, a red fireball the size of a human head, a dazzling thunderbolt of lightning, a cold ice blade and snow blade, a green viscous acid arrow, and a spear that rose from the ground one after another...... Numerous sorcery engulfed the battlefield like brilliant and beautiful fireworks, involving all the apprentices and warriors.

Although the physique of the apprentice wizard is not necessarily much better than that of the clan warriors, the witchcraft protection that lingers outside their bodies truly protects their fragile bodies. And in the mutual attack of witchcraft with fast fighting, the seven family warriors undoubtedly became the first victims of this apprentice war.

Whether it was the magic that had been blown up on the crimson quasi-witch shield, or the spinning wind blade that the opponent had stimulated casually, it was enough to kill this group of warriors without any witchcraft protection.

In the roar of witchcraft, several family warriors fell one after another.

Bodies in leather or chainmail are covered in elemental scars and bursting blood holes. Not to mention those ice blades and snow swords, even ordinary cold and freezing air blowing past, can directly freeze a powerful warrior to death.

Compared to the power of elemental sorcery, the swords and shields in the hands of the clan warriors are almost harmless!

Perhaps the only purpose of their existence on the battlefield is to attract the attention and firepower of the other party, and if necessary, they can also act as human shields for a while.

The battle lasted only a quarter of an hour before it was over quickly!

The victor, of course, was the more powerful Crimson Quasi-Witch.

When there is no opponent on the opposing team who can compete with him, one-sided slaughter is the most common scene!

One by one, the apprentices of the wizard were cut by the terrible wind vortex tornado, and they collapsed in pools of blood. Even the body refining apprentice was cut off by a transparent wind blade, and the organs and miscellaneous pieces in his abdomen and chest cavity were scattered to the ground.

Of the seven wizard apprentices, only the blonde man knelt on the bloody battlefield, gasping for breath heavily. His body, hands, and face were covered with fine and dense scratches, and with a slight movement, a deep black blood line like an earthworm would flow from the wound.

He gasped roughly, ignoring the fine blood that bloomed miserably on his face, and stared at the crimson quasi-witch who was still quickly healing himself on the sidelines.

Just experienced a bloody battle, and the other party couldn't retreat under the desperate counterattack of the 7 fierce apprentices.

The black robe outside the opponent's body was burned by the flames, a fist-sized blood hole was blasted out of the left back waist, and the right shoulder was pierced by an acid arrow, and the other parts of the body could easily see the elemental traces left by the cold air and lightning.

The crimson quasi-witch was also a young man with a grim face, and at this moment he was taking out a bubbling vial of purple red elixir, using his fingers to uncork the cork, and hesitated for a moment, before gritting his teeth and falling to the wound where he had been pierced by the acid arrow.

There was a soft sound, white smoke billowed from the wound, and the young would-be witch let out a short scream, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

After using the purification potion to clean up the remaining acid rot liquid in the wound, the stinging sensation of eating bones and flesh slowly subsided. With some hemostatic ointment and healing potions, he quickly cleaned up the remaining wounds on his body, and the young would-be witch was completely relieved.

Even though he was scarred and crumbling at this moment, the fierceness and threat soaked in his bones still deeply shocked the people hiding in the distance. Although he was not yet a sorcerer, his powerful power to brutally torture his enemies and take the lives and deaths of his enemies into his own hands made him a conqueror above everyone.

Looking down on everyone, there is a strong sense of satisfaction and pride that the lion king is perched on the top of the cliff, slowly scanning his territory and subjects!

If the merchants, guards, and servants in the camp in front of him are all pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, then at this moment, he is a majestic wolf who is proud of the whole audience! Moreover, he is a lone wolf covered in blood and even more ferocious and vicious!

No matter how seriously he is injured, as long as he is still standing, no pig, horse, cow or sheep dares to approach him half a step!

After quickly dealing with his injuries, and when they were out of the way, the young Crimson Quasi-Witch strode over to the corpse of his miserable enemy and began to rummage and search for the special item.

It's a pity that after a complete rummag, even the flesh and blood that was cut into pieces of flesh by the Wind Vortex tornado did not let go, but still did not find the mission goal of this trip.

The young would-be witch's face immediately darkened, and he quickly took aim at the still alive senior apprentice.

"Tell me, where is the storage ring you smuggled out, and if you hand it over, I can let you live, or ......"

The young would-be witch took two steps forward, and with a wave of his hand, a cyan wind blade quickly converged in his palm.

"I'm ......" The blonde man knew that he was going to die, but he was unusually hard-mouthed: "You lackeys of the Crimson family, even if you kill me, I won't tell you anything......"

Before he could finish speaking, a blue light swept past the blonde man's side, and his right arm, which had struggled to hold the ground, broke at elbow, and the raging blood fountain instantly wet the ground beneath him.

Yes......

The blonde man's terrible screams sounded terrible and pathetic in the night!