The earth-based humanoid slashed at the village chief with a knife drawn and slashed at the village chief.

The summoning technique of automatic magic is not necessarily mastered even by the magicians of the royal capital, why would the goblin!?

No, it wasn't supposed to be the magic of the massive goblin, and behind it, some other force was helping.

It was too close, and although the village chief wanted to start a "replica" to find out about this strange magic, it was too late, and he didn't even have time to recite a spell to unfold the magic defense wall.

"Hardening" is the only quick magic, and the village chief's staff has a metallic sheen on its surface when cast, and the magic hardened staff is no weaker than the square knife. And the one wielding the knife at this moment is just a magic puppet, which is completely inferior to the strength shown by the strong goblin.

Therefore, the village chief felt that it was easy to resist it. The next step was "Physique Enhancement", and the magic provided a steady stream of strength to the village chief's limbs, so that his physical strength surpassed that of the puppet in one fell swoop.

The hardened wooden staff, but it collided with the square knife, making a thumping sound that only metal can match.

The square knife was successfully blocked, and the puppet humanoid arms could not move forward in the slightest. But at that moment, a large number of fragments fell off the shattered surface of the knife, and it rained down on the village chief due to inertia.

After strengthening his physical strength, the village chief immediately retracted his cane to dodge, but it was inevitable that two or three fragments would cut through his skin - his cheeks and arms.

"It worked!" The shaman in the distance couldn't help but laugh when he sensed that his magic had been applied to his target.

The earthy figure in front of the village chief immediately failed, turned into loose sand on the ground, and the square knife also fell sideways.

"This is—" The village chief felt visibly unwell, but not fatally. He was shocked to realize that the lilac lines on the scratched arm began to spread in all directions, and the magic weakened everywhere he passed.

The amount of mana available to the village chief is disappearing little by little, no, he feels more exactly, the magic power in his body is still there, but it just can't be used, they are "sealed...... It's some kind of curse! ”

Why does this curse work on yourself!? The village chief was puzzled, knowing that his opponent was so weak, but he had the power he got from the trigger curse.

"Hahaha!" The knight laughed wildly, for the branches that besieged it began to wither due to the gradual loss of the chief's mana, and the knight easily broke free and crushed the branches.

Instead of fleeing, it continued its attack on the village chief and ran away with the pain all over its body. Most of his square knives are missing, but it is more than enough to kill a powerless old man of the Terran race.

It's a pity that you can't use wind magic without weapons.

"The curse of sealing magic... I still miscalculated. The village chief sighed, and in the face of the goblin knights who were rushing towards him, he raised his staff unhurriedly.

Although the amount of mana that can be used is decreasing dramatically, it must be used to the maximum extent possible before it reaches zero - to prevent goblins from entering the village.

"Do you know that the closer you get, the more nimble I can manipulate the birch?" The village chief crouched on the ground, and if he didn't succeed, he would see death as home.

The Goblin Knight didn't hear him whispering, and opened his two large palms to tear his old bones apart.

I saw the village chief move his lips lightly, and the birch trees within ten meters grew spiky branches to "help" and block the knight's way.

However, the wooden branches were not as strong as before, and they were easily broken by the advancing knights, one after another, like iron balls falling into a spider's web, breaking through layer by layer without much effort.

And in this inextricable "cobweb", there is a branch that impartially pierced the knight's chest and broke in it.

Suddenly, a feeling of exhaustion came over his head, and the Goblin Knight couldn't help but slow down and fell a meter or two away from the village chief.

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, but regretted the automatic magic he had just done.

But I don't have time to think about the gains and losses, and I stand up with the staff as a crutch, this old support body is strong, and the help of magic is indispensable in daily life, so now I will show such a weak posture.

Rushing back without hesitation, he pondered that when he returned to the entrance of the village, he would only be reduced to a trace of magic power, and use the only remaining magic power to accomplish one thing.

"Wait!" The Goblin Knight lay on the ground, trying to threaten, but he could only shout weakly, and he couldn't even breathe. What the hell is going on, this inexplicable feeling of exhaustion, the heartbeat seems to be weakening, it is difficult to beat, and every beat is accompanied by severe pain.

He could only crawl forward little by little, but he still couldn't catch up with the old man with the cane.

The village chief finally reached the gate, a vine woven by his own wood-based magic.

Unleashing the last of his available magic, the entire withered vine that surrounded the village began to close, eventually closing the exit.

Unlike the birch tree, which is magically manipulated to regenerate branches, the latter is limited in its strength by its magical power, while the vine itself is strong and difficult to break without new plant branches.

"Don't struggle anymore, you're dead... Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow morning, the branches that remain in your heart are taking root, sucking the nutrients from your heart, and expanding until eventually a tree will grow in your chest to stand on the earth, but you will be dead long before that. ”

As the opening closed, the village chief announced to the truth that the gap in the vine was finally weaving and was about to be completely closed.

"I don't have the strength to take your life right now, and I'd rather do that if I could, you took advantage of my respect for the god Maury and deceived me... While you still have a breath, if your king can meet you while you live, tell it that I have written to the king, and that the next time it arrives in the village, there will be a large army waiting for it, and I hope that it will do what it can and not repeat the mistakes of history......"

His voice, along with his face, was eventually completely obscured by the vines, and the knight could no longer see him.

"Damn!" The knight thumped to the ground.

It doesn't mind dying on the battlefield, but being trapped by illness means that it would rather spend its last days killing more enemies.

Struggling to climb in front of the vine wall, no matter how much his thick fingers tore at one of the vines, he couldn't hurt it in the slightest, and the vines would relax with their strength.

For a moment, the knight gritted his teeth, turned and crawled backwards. The puppet technique just now, obviously helped by the shaman, it should also be able to eliminate the thing in its own heart and regain the strength to stand up.

Always thinking about rejoining the battle, ten minutes later, the knight had only crawled more than thirty meters on the ground, and the crawling speed followed the heartbeat, slower and slower, slower and slower...

Thinking that he was going to die here with hatred was really a humiliation for the warriors.

Until the trance vision of the passing of life, a pair of familiar green feet without shoes appeared in front of them.

"Congratulations on your success, Iron Bone," and found out that it was a shaman! It rushed to the scene and said to the knight with a grin, "Using the curse "Silence" given to me by the Goblin King, the three angels of the strongest mage in the human village do not have magic, and now I touch the earth, and I can no longer feel the threat of the powerful magic before, good job~"

"Dog... Teeth—" the knight opened his lifeless mouth.

"Huh?" The shaman seemed unimpressed, basking in the joy of having the conditions fulfilled.

"Help me... I can also..."

"Oh yes yes ~ save you, of course," the shaman patted his forehead and smiled evilly, "but in another way." ”