The camp, which had been silent, seemed to have suddenly woken up from its sleep. With a series of banging sounds, dozens of torches soaked in grease were lit violently, and the surroundings of the pool were illuminated as if it were day.

The conspirators were terrified. Because all around them, where they had thought there was no one, were now full of heavily armed minotaurs.

"Pour the potion into the pot!" In the crowd, a woman screamed. It was Magatha, and she and all her people were dressed in black robes for the night walk, and no one had recognized her before.

A minotaur with a stirring rod stood up from the cauldron and raised his hand, trying to smash the vial against the rim of the pot. However, before his raised hand could fall, his forearm disappeared with a gunshot.

People saw that in the rain of blood, a severed arm fell on the grass by the pond with a "snap", and a wisp of green light was still showing between the fingers clenched at the front end.

"Fight with them!" Magassa shouted as she raised her hands, crackling lightning energy leaping between them, waiting to be released.

On their outskirts, a halberd-wielding minotaur shouted wildly and charged at the besiegers, but before he could take two steps, the thunderous gunfire rang out again, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Bright red blood gushed from beneath him and into the pond.

The minotaurs of the terror totem were suddenly shocked. A young minotaur took a step out of the way with a shield to cover himself, but the gunfire rang out again, and he felt as if he had been hit by the Titan's sledgehammer, and he fell to the ground with his shield. He was lucky that the sturdy oak shield shattered completely, but it blocked most of the impact for him, but even so, he paid the price of broken tendons, and he was on the ground, unable to get up again.

"Who else wants to give it a try?" In the midst of the surrounding crowd. Dezko shouted loudly, and to be honest, he was still very unhappy with Diego. He was almost useless tonight, and the strength he had saved for a long time almost suffocated himself from internal injuries.

By his side, Bane? Bloodhoof stepped forward and stepped forward.

"What else do you have to say now?" He narrowed his eyes and stared at Magasa in the crowd. His hands were behind his back. In the direction where Diego was. With a single gesture, the hunter lying on top of the totem pole could take the betrayer's life.

"Resist!" He prayed in his heart that before tonight's action, his father had found him and asked to spare Margasa's life if she did not resist to the death. Even if things get to this point, Kane? Bloodhoof still doesn't want to see the blood of the Minotaurs.

"I ...... Throw in the towel!" The old woman gasped and said with difficulty, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Hand over your totem, Magatha." Bane ordered unceremoniously.

The matriarch's eyes widened instantly.

"You can't do that." She argued, because for a shaman. The totem is the recognition of the shaman by the elemental spirits, who can summon the power of the elements through the guò connection.

"No, we can, it's punishment for your conspiracy." Bane said, holding out his left hand toward Magatha, waiting for her to place the short sticks into his outstretched palm, "My father allowed you to stay here, stay in Thunder Bluff, Magatha, and he treated you just and warmly. Despite knowing that you may be plotting against him. ”

"But you've betrayed that trust, and you're planning to use such nefarious means," Bane continued, glancing at the glowing green crystal bottle on the grass beside the pool. "We must make sure that you can no longer continue to use the power of the elements to do evil."

Magatha's ears twitched a few times, and her nose twitched rapidly, but it was known that she didn't dare to resist, especially with a powerful hunter watching in the dark. After a few minutes, she lowered her head and drooped her ears, as one might expect.

At the moment when people thought she was going to give up. The woman suddenly raised her head again, her eyes shining with madness and despair - people had underestimated her thirst for power, and without the support of the elements, she would have nothing. For her, it was more frightening than death.

However, she obviously doesn't plan to fight with her opponent, that's not her character, she prefers the phrase "stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood".

She lunged forward - not towards Bane, but at his left, and Bane had to turn around to hit her with the hammer in his right hand.

However, the matriarch did not do this to attack, and by the time her body hit the ground, she had completely changed her appearance. Her fingers and hooves turned into wolf claws, a thick layer of hair vibrating on her body, and her once thick mouth stretched outwards into a sharp wolf snout. But the most amazing thing is that her body is becoming transparent, looking like a ghost.

The moment she finished her transformation, a screaming bullet came and passed through her body, but her body only shook like a wave, unscathed.

"Damn, it's a ghost wolf!" At the top of the huge totem pole, Diego couldn't help but curse. Shamans have long been able to communicate with wild spirits and transform themselves into giant wolves in the form of ghosts - but this ability is also rumored to be related to the ancient demigod Godring - and is an excellent tool for long journeys and jumping over walls.

The giant wolf made a quick turn, dodging Bane's halberd, and then rushed out of the encirclement from behind him, fleeing towards the west side of the main peak. Surprisingly, it wasn't the direction of the elevator. Is it a rush to take the road?

Within the encirclement, the captives of the Terror Totem Clan rioted, but they quickly fell silent under Dezko's loud reprimand, but they were still looking in the direction of Magatha's escape. They were somewhat disappointed in the matriarch who had left them and fled, but still hoped that she would be able to escape, she was already the last fig leaf of the tribe.

"Keep your eyes open and take a good look at your leader, she's a bastard!" Behind them, Dezko scoffed. Hearing this, many of the Minotaurs of the Horror Totem Clan couldn't help but bow their heads in shame.

Bane took a step towards Magatha, but he found that his legs were as heavy as lead—just a few steps ahead of him, a totem glowing with an earthy yellow light.

"Damn, when did she put on this Earthbound Totem?" He couldn't help but curse.

He's not alone. At the front were a few druid-turned-cheetahs, including Masrae, followed by a few ghostly wolves who were also shamans, and finally the clanging minotaur warriors.

They followed Margasa in hot pursuit, leaving behind tents until they reached the western edge of the mesaga. There was no road ahead, only an abyss in front of Magatha. However, she did not stop, and under the horrified gaze of the people, the giant wolf jumped off the cliff!

"Does this mean that you would rather die than be a prisoner? If this is the case, this old woman is really impressive, maybe the fighting spirit of the entire Horror Totem Clan will be inspired by her heroic actions. More than one person thought so.

However, things went far beyond their imagination, and a few seconds later, before they could reach the edge of the cliff to take a look, an earthy olive-shaped airbag rose up from the bottom of the cliff, followed by the hull of the ship hanging below it.

It was a goblin airship.

Compared to the large goblin passenger airship, this airship is much smaller, it can only be regarded as a small sampan, it does not have an enclosed comfortable cabin and a powerful cannon, it looks very shabby, but it does not lack any parts to ensure flight, from patched airbags, old steam turbines that rattle to tattered fishtail rudders.

At the tail of the sampan, a goblin—the only crew member on the airship—struggled to control its flight attitude. And Magatha, who had turned back into a minotaur, was standing at the bow of the ship, one hand clutching the cable, and looking mockingly at the people on the edge of the cliff.

The creaking airship made a difficult U-turn and flew off into the distance, quickly out of the range of the hunters. When Magatha saw the panting Bane appear on the edge of the cliff, she laughed like a victor.

"Bane? Bloodhoof, please tell your father that he has angered an enemy he cannot face, and from this day forward, all Minotaur camps will be blacklisted as Terror Totems, and what awaits you will be a never-ending nightmare! She cursed viciously.

However, in the next moment, a shining light pierced the night sky and hit Magatha's head like a meteor. In front of everyone's eyes, the huge bull's head slammed open like a watermelon, bright red blood and milky white brains splashed everywhere, and the goblin was sprayed all over his face.

At this time, the thunderous gunshots came from afar.

The headless corpse shook and slowly fell to the ground. At the half of her neck, a silvery-white ankh glittered in the moonlight, but the corpse was too broken for the resurrection spell that had been fixed on it to take effect. She was completely dead.

The goblin captain—helmsman, navigator, sailor...... well, all the duties on board were his own—was so frightened that he finally realized that this distance did not guarantee the safety of himself and the ship, and he shuddered and slammed the steering wheel, and slammed his other foot towards the release valve.

Under the gaze of the people, the small airship plunged down one by one, disappeared under the cliff, and flew until only a vague shadow could be seen, and then it rose again.

At the top of the totem pole in the middle of Thunder Bluff, Diego slowly removed the Biznik precision scope from the Death Gaze.

"Fifteen hundred meters, which is really not too far for a sniper." He said in his heart. (To be continued.) )