The bandits of the Blood Sword were stunned, but Morey was not.

With the help of the steel walls of these activities, Morey reused his previous tactics.

It's just that this time those "city walls" have also become mobile killing machines, and the efficiency is faster than before.

The bandits had just dodged an ice gun, but they were half-cut short by a pair of iron arms, and they nimbly dodged the deadly grapple of steel, only to be killed by a fireball.

In just a moment, this gentle slope became a sea of blood, watching the comrades who were still standing by their side collapse to the ground in the next second, the bandits screamed and threw away their armor and scattered backwards, sometimes in order to make themselves escape faster, they even slashed at their comrades.

Gal's face was as pale as earth, and he couldn't believe that his troops had been defeated by one man?

Morey was just a lone mage, without an organized army as a meat shield, and he relied on those stone walls and a few iron golems to kill his subordinates?

How could things turn out like this?

Looking at the dazed Gal, the two-headed cannibal mage Godot smiled disdainfully, how can the power of spells be appreciated by a reckless man like you.

You dare to let your subordinates rush straight before you know the details of a mage, he has to admire the stupidity of this bandit leader, how did you survive until now?

In the world of Becky, there are many mages who have been instilled by those old pedants to maintain an elegant and noble posture at all times for the so-called economy of spell slots, so they have learned a lot of auxiliary spells, and only allocate a limited number of spell slots to record the lethal magic that directly causes damage, which makes people have the illusion that although the mage is magical, if he dodges those few fixed lethal spells after getting close, he can kill him alone.

But after so many years of development, the ancient profession of mages, various schools such as the stars in the sky are countless, although there are many schools during the period of breaking the inheritance, but more new schools have flourished, as the most creative profession, how can mages be so rigid that even the spell position to choose what spell has the so-called guiding spell.

Like the young mage who is chasing and killing in the distance now, he is an unconventional plastic energy battery mage, all spells are used to memorize lethal spells, he is an army alone, although the defense is very weak, but if it is combined with the spell scroll and his own super magic expertise, his lethality in a short period of time will make everyone staggered.

But that's all he should be, the young city lord should have used up the spell slot by now, after all, he was only an intermediate mage.

"Moore!" Godot shouted.

"Chief!" A stout ogre with the rest of the ogres and two large ogres appeared in front of Godot.

"Go, bring his head back to me!" Godot pointed at Morey, and Moore snapped in agreement.

"Smack!" As a powerful warrior who was already level 19, Moore was second only to Godot in the tribe, so when his snake bone whip pulled out a bang in the air, all the ogres took action.

The Blood Sword Bandits, who were fleeing for their lives, suddenly felt a roar in front of them, the earth seemed to tremble, and the black shadow flashed in front of them, and then their whole body flew up, and they fell to the ground and were trampled into meat sauce by the Demon Thorn Boar Knight who rushed over.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Moore didn't know which hapless ghost pulled out a bloody intestine and coiled it in his hand excitedly.

The ogre after that did the same, you scoop up an arm, I tear a thigh, and the place I pass is like hell on earth.

Seeing such a tragic scene, the Blood Sword bandits who were still on the hill only felt cold all over their bodies.

"Godot, you ......"

Seeing that his men did not die at the hands of Morey, but were slaughtered by those ogres, Gal could no longer resist the need to attack Godot.

"Click!"

With a flick of the staff as thick as a stake, Garner's right arm pointing at him was gently smashed off by him.

"Human, who are you talking to?"

The broken bones pierced the muscles and skin, and the white body was exposed to the air outside, and the sharp pain hit, and a heavy black shadow appeared in front of Gal's eyes.

But Godot's words that did not contain any warmth woke him up at once, and when he thought that he dared to reprimand a legendary mage to his face, and the other party was still an ogre, Gal instantly oozed layers of cold sweat on his forehead.

......

The ogre, who had just slaughtered the "friendly army", under the command of Moore, the entire army was divided into two, except for a hundred ogre knights who rushed to Morey's location under his leadership, the rest of the ogres roared and killed the city guards who were responding to the fifth squadron.

Standing on the gentle slope, Morey naturally saw everything in earnest, although the number of the fifth squadron plus his own troops was close to four hundred, which was comparable to the ogre team that those detachments had gone to intercept.

But ogres are naturally formidable warriors, and any adult ogre can take on five well-trained human warriors, let alone these apparently elite cavalry units of ogres.

A large area of fog suddenly covered the entire gentle slope, and feeling the cold necromantic power in the mist, Moore grabbed the rhinoceros boar under his seat, raised his right hand and stopped the team.

Seeing Moore cautiously stop outside the fog, Morey finally breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that those wild evil seeds would rush in like this.

Even if he could kill them all, he would miss the best chance to rescue the city guards.

Morey quietly moves to the rear-end of the Mist of the Dead, where he summons the Black Pearl and lets it contain Moore while he rescues the beleaguered city guards.

But before he could come to the predetermined position to summon, a sinuous black shadow suddenly burst out and bit Morey's calf fiercely.

Morey's body has passed through the blood of the dragon clan, and the defense of his skin is no less than that of an ordinary young dragon, coupled with a passive ability like [Godhead Defense], not to mention the fangs of the beast, even if it is a sword made of metal, without charging, it will not want to pierce his skin.

But just such an unknown creature, just bounced up and bitten, and bit through Morey's skin comparable to refined leather armor.

A cold power, as the fangs were injected into Morey's body, just in the blink of an eye, this cold power had already flowed through his body, and he felt as if his mind was about to be frozen, and the whole person was like being hit by the [Freezing Technique] and couldn't move.

"Hehe, troublesome little one! Let me find my chance now! ”

Right in front of Morey, a man's figure slowly emerged, but seeing that Morey was still frightened of his own strange appearance, it was obvious that he didn't see this mysterious man at all.