It was difficult to hide any secrets in the chaotic array of hundreds of people, and Richard immediately saw an old kobold hunched over his waist hiding in the bandit pile.

I don't know if he's too good or stupid.

When the robbers were already in a mess, the werewolf guards around him were still faithfully performing their duties, and at a glance there was a clear distinction between the past and the ordinary robbers around him, which was extremely eye-catching.

The old kobold had a face covered in brightly colored mixed paints, a few skeletal skulls of small beasts like pikas strung around his neck, and a crooked brown wooden staff in his hand.

Literally every trait on his body makes people instantly associate him with the concept of "wilderness shaman".

He pinned with one hand and sprinkled the colourful spices with the other, dancing and chanting at the same time. When Richard saw him, the dancing god was also just near the end.

The falling spice powder began to burn violently in mid-air and turned into flying ashes, while the bright sparks gradually converged in the sky above the palm of the hand.

Under the constraints of a certain force, the invisible fire has a definite outline, forming a round fireball. The pale cyan tongue of fire was constantly steaming, but it was always around the fireball.

"Magic ......" Richard looked at the ball that was constantly emitting light and heat, and his brow slowly furrowed.

The old kobold smiled secretly, and with a flick of his palm, the fireball completed the transformation from static to dynamic in an instant, drawing a straight trajectory in mid-air and flying towards the knight on the back of the giant beast.

Richard didn't think about it, and swung his gun into the fireball like a baseball.

There was a loud bang, and this time it was like shattering a container full of magma, and the golden-red hot magma stream exploded violently and flew all over the sky.

The rifle in Richard's hand was immediately blown into several pieces, and even the nail leaves splashed on his body were ironed red. For the first time, the iron-eating armadillo, with its rough skin and thick flesh, let out a painful wail, and the extremely hot fire slurry burned through the scales and was scorching the tender flesh inside.

The barbarians were fortunate that they were slightly behind Richard and were almost completely unaffected.

The most miserable thing was the bandits of the wasteland who were directly below the explosion, how could they hide from a rain of fire falling over their heads?

The filthy and greasy hairs began to burn, large pieces of flesh peeled off the skeleton alive, and the screams of despair spread out like the cry of an abyssal ghost, accompanied by the pungent smell of burnt fat.

The change was clearly far beyond the old kobold's expectations, and he watched in amazement as he swept away the few remaining hairs on the top of his head. I can't understand why the most proud magic has become a joke in front of the other party.

He pushed away the robber who was supporting him, threw the cane to the ground in a fit of rage, and took out a thin black skin from his bosom and tore it open.

Even with Richard's sluggish magical perception, he detected a distinct wave of elemental fluctuations, and a ribbon of red light like a scarf floated from the broken skin in half.

The bandits' morale was already extremely low after eating a fireball spell, but after being enveloped by this red light, their muscles began to swell, their fangs poked out of the corners of their mouths, and the whites of their eyes slowly mixed with scarlet blood.

"Bloodthirsty thaumaturgy!" Richard was taken aback.

The awakening of a shaman who can use elemental power in an indigenous tribe is an absolutely unlikely event.

Due to the lack of a lineage system, they rely on talent to eat, and their witchcraft is often far inferior to the variety of human magic. If there is anything that is stronger than a mage, it must be the "bloodthirsty thaumaturgy" blessed by this group.

This kind of spell effect is not very high, but it is quite affordable, and blessing it on your own warriors can stimulate the potential of the flesh and awaken the beastly nature hidden in the deepest part of consciousness. If intelligent life is to cover human nature on the basis of animal nature, then the effect of this spell is undoubtedly to strip this layer of human nature again.

One of the most harmless rabbit-headed people blessed with bloodthirsty thaumaturgy will also bite off the intestines of wild wolves with their fangs, but after the duration is over, I am afraid that they will lose their strength and die.

Due to the fact that the effect is so bloody and evil, this spell has a bad reputation in human society, but the wilderness natives don't care about this, as long as the effect is good enough.

The robbers gripped their weapons and slowly approached, the remaining light of reason flickering in their eyes.

Bloodthirsty thaumaturgy imbued them with illusory courage, and the murderous beast inside was grinding its teeth and sucking blood, but that courage was not enough to counter the fear that Richard brings.

The entrails splattered and the strange deaths of their companions reminded them with their lives of what a terrible butcher the knight was in front of them.

The barbarian warriors who followed him were also the hardest stubble, and the spears were skillful and amazingly powerful, no matter how you look at them, they are the elite of the elite and the trump card of the trump card.

The robbers even felt very aggrieved - originally only the nobles who were not successful in the nobility would come to this place where birds don't to open up, why don't you go to a richer place if you are so capable!

Sitting on the back of a three-bladed beast at the shoulder, if you want to attack enemies on the ground, you must use a poleweapon, and the spear has been destroyed.

Richard threw away the remaining half of the hilt of the gun in his hand, simply jumped off the back of the chasing wind, and drew the long sword at his waist. Some stupid robbers saw the terrible butcher leave his mount, and thought it was an opportunity, and rushed forward with their blades.

The sharp blades were as fast as lightning, and most of them saw an extremely bright flash in front of them, and their consciousness slowly sank into nothingness.

Richard roared angrily and rushed straight in the direction of the kobold shaman.

The stimulated robber could no longer hold back, and howled and rushed up like a hyena at the sight of fresh meat.

Splitting up, swinging sideways, and picking down, the strange power of giants and the cutting power piled up by the sword made of star's steel are unimaginable, and the feel of the blade into the flesh is crisp and crisp. The huddled robbers were as fragile as wheat straw under a sickle, severed limbs flying and blood spilling.

It wasn't without a master of martial arts who tried to block, but the only result was that even the man with his weapon was split in half. The bandits' attack landed on the three layers of heavy armor, which did nothing but wipe out a spark.

Soon he would no longer be able to put his feet on the ground, as the shattered corpses and stumps covered every inch of the ground, and the killing efficiency was almost like mowing grass.

Every step forward by Richard and the barbarians was the fall of bandits. Their fighting spirit is not not strong, but in the face of the difference in strength, strong fighting spirit can only make them die faster.

The kobold shaman turned his head and wanted to flee without saying a word, but the robber blessed with bloodthirsty thaumaturgy still had the reason to listen to the appeal of a little old man, and squeezed him in the middle and couldn't move.