Towering mountains and huge rocks of different shapes form a mountainous terrain with a radius of nearly 100 kilometers.

A potholed path that could only be passed by an ordinary horse-drawn carriage winds its way through the high hills and paved into the distance.

At this moment, on a hillside more than fifty meters high next to the path, dozens of gangsters are shirtless, or simply **** their upper bodies, laboriously transporting large stones here.

On another hillside one or two hundred meters away, there was also a group of men, sweating in the sun. Take advantage of the location to build a natural sniper line.

Underneath the path, there was a third group. Their task was to dig holes in the hard mountain road. The roads here are mostly made of rock, and it is impossible to dig a large pit that can trap people or carriages. But if you just dig the already uneven road surface into a pockmarked face and let the running horse twist its leg, it can still be done.

Three "construction sites" not far from each other started construction at the same time, and the civil engineering development scene was in full swing. However, the quality of the workers does not seem to be very good. Soon, there were people who were passive and deserted.

"Oops, I'm tired. Lao Tzu needs to take a break first! A foul man with a meaty face threw down his handmade tools and sat down on the grass by the side of the road, panting heavily.

With a leader, others who have long had this idea also follow suit, stop all their work, and find a cool place nearby to sit or lie down. For a while, the originally lively construction site was full of people.

A big man who seemed to be the leader hurriedly shouted, "Hey! What are you doing! Those city people are about to fight, if you don't hurry up and get the fortifications ready, you cannon fodder will die at that time. ”

The strong man with a meaty face said in a rough voice: "I said captain, isn't the news from the city very clear, they will not arrive until noon tomorrow at the earliest." We catch our breath and even lie down for a nap and get up to work, and we still have time to go. You see everyone is tired like dogs, so let's rest for a while. ”

The captain saw that everyone was really tired, and then looked at the progress of the project, he should indeed be able to catch up and not delay the things ordered by the owner of the village. It was not good to go against everyone's wishes at the moment, and agreed to the strong man's suggestion.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and many people lay down on their backs. Soon after, there was a burst of snoring.

Above the mountain, there are large rocks with strange shapes, and it is difficult to see a slightly larger flat ground on the ground. The path is winding and winding, and after a hundred or dozens of meters, there is no way to see the way to come.

Behind a forest of rocks, in a shadow where the sun does not shine, 10 horse-drawn carriages are parked. At the front of the convoy, there were two people standing, it was Owen and Anthony. Not far from their feet, lay three men whose fate was unknown, the sentry agents arranged by the bandits in front of them.

At this moment, the two of them were pointing at the scene in front of them in the three mirrors condensed by magic. What is shown in the mirror is the scene on the three construction sites in front of us.

"It seems that we arrived early and did disrupt their set-up. If these fortifications are really done as planned, whether we can pass them or not, there will definitely be casualties. Owen looked at the mirror and couldn't help but be scared for a while.

Anthony waved his hand, and the three mirrors disappeared in an instant: "Those bandits are completely wary and tired and sleepy, it is a good time to sneak attack." You guys fix it here, I'll go over and take care of them first. ”

Owen grabbed him with one hand and asked urgently: "Although there is no strong man on the other side, there is no reason for you, the coach, to be alone." Besides, you're just a high-level magician, and you just performed three Eagle Eye spells at the same time, and you have maintained it for so long, so you don't have much magic left, right? ”

Anthony gently broke away from his hand, glanced back at him, and at his feet, the figure had flashed silently more than ten meters away. And in Owen's ears, his words still lingered.

"When did I say I was a high-level magician?"

Owen was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself: "When I asked you about the magic realm yesterday, didn't you put up three fingers at that time?" Isn't that what the third order of the mage level means? There is no elementary, intermediate, or advanced level for magic apprentices, so what other explanation can there be for this? ”

He scratched his head, puzzled.

A samurai next to him leaned over and asked tentatively, "What does Mr. Anthony mean, could it be that he refers to the third realm?" ”

Owen glared at him and said, "You know what! Brother Anthony had no magic foundation before, and he had only been practicing magic in retreat for more than ten days, so he had cultivated to the level of a magister in the third realm? Tell me if it's possible......"

As he spoke, his voice slowly lowered. The look on his face slowly rose with a hint of surprise and surprise. Thinking of his father and Elder Andres's confidence in Anthony when he led the team, and thinking about the ease with which he had maintained three eagle eyes at the same time for a long time. It's really hard to say.

Anyway, he was originally a demon. Using common sense to judge and speculate on his behavior is itself a mistake for us ordinary people.

"Young Master Owen, you, look ......," the warrior's voice trembled, and his finger pointed forward.

Owen looked up and saw that it was Anthony's slow-strapped figure. When he looked closely, he finally understood his men's surprise.

Anthony flew very fast, but also very smoothly. It's not an ordinary warrior who has a little foot under his feet, and his figure is flying; Exhaustion falls, a little more, and then a vertical leap forward mode. If you look closely at his feet, you can immediately see the clue: his feet have been hanging a foot above the ground.

In other words, Anthony has been practicing flying all the time!

Wind level 5 magic, flying skills! A magical skill that can only be mastered at the beginner level or above by the Wind Magister!

Owen looked back at the warrior, who was staring blankly in the direction Anthony had gone, and had not yet come to his senses.

This fool, who didn't know anything, said it as a prophecy and told the truth directly. It's just that looking at him like that, after knowing Anthony's cultivation speed, he was also shocked by the fact that he had broken his way.

After coming back to his senses, Owen also became excited. With such a trump card combat power, this pioneering journey will be very exciting regardless of success or failure.

Ignoring the thoughts of the two behind him, Anthony activated his flying spell and quickly but silently approached the group of unsuspecting bandits who were unsuspecting and resting.

Those who can be sent here to do hard work are sure to be physically strong and strong. But on the other hand, their strength is necessarily extremely limited.

If the first large gang of thieves encountered in the mountains was so extravagant that they could use dozens of professionals to move rocks and dig pits, then this ice-breaking operation could have failed in the first time. Everyone hurriedly sneaked home, what should we do, this is not the place where our little arms and legs should come.

Therefore, although the other party is outnumbered, he is at most a trainee fighter if he dies. Perhaps the little boss who was the overseer would be a black iron fighter, and the others would be just a stronger ordinary person.

To deal with ordinary people, the dark magic that is suitable for the least number of cultivators in the seven systems is the best choice.

A level 2 "psychedelic technique", plus a level 3 "poisonous gas", under the push of the slight breeze driven by the wind element, bewildered their sanity and invaded their mouths and noses without anyone on the other side noticing. Half a minute later, all the "workers" lay down, completely unconscious.

The strength of that little boss was really a notch higher, although he was also staggering and about to fall, he still struggled to take out a signal flare from his arms and lit the fire with difficulty.

The little boss finally fell, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the flare that was soaring upward.

Suddenly, a slender white hand reached out out of thin air and gripped the flare tightly. The hand then pinched hard, and the leaping flame was quickly extinguished.

At the same time, there was a relieved smile on the face of the little leader.