By the time Ainan told Sloan how to deal with the gnolls, the fate of these creatures who used humans as food was already doomed.

The artisans and farmers fought the gnolls head-on, and they definitely went to die one by one, and let them hide in the distance and throw stones.

The jackals who wanted to jump from the opposite shore were smashed and screamed under the oncoming stone rain, some of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and some of them were almost seriously injured, and the unlucky ones were directly smashed and died in mid-air.

It's just a matter of being smashed, the worst thing is that the jackals are in mid-air, and after being hit, they often can't successfully jump over the 30-meter-wide crack, and they fall off the cliff and sink directly into the bottom of the Sadol River, which is cheaper than the fish in the water.

That's it?!

Sloanan was stunned, he thought it was a hard battle, who would have thought that it would end so quickly, let alone win so easily. The victory came so suddenly, that Sloane and his men couldn't react for a moment.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Sloanan stole a fearful gaze at Ainan.

It was not him and his soldiers who could destroy the small tribe of more than thirty gnolls so easily, not the group of artisan civilians who only threw a pile of stones, but Ainan, who was meditating with his eyes half-closed not far away.

It was this magic apprentice who used an inconspicuous spell to solve nearly half of the gnolls, and it was also this magic apprentice who came up with an idea that made the remaining gnolls not even make a successful jump.

Is this a magic apprentice?

Bah!

If anyone dared to call him that, Ainan would squirt him in the face on the spot.

How good is your magic apprentice?

It's not that Mage Sloanan hasn't been in contact with it, judging from the mages he has come into contact with, not to mention magic apprentices, even if it's a mid-level mage, there are few who can do it so easily if they want to kill a gnoll clan.

Obviously, only the level of a magic apprentice can do what a mid-level mage may not be able to do, this kid is a demon.

At first, Sloanan's contempt for Ainan turned into shame in the battle with the gnolls, and now that the contempt is gone after the battle, the shame is gone, and the only thing left is fear.

The ending of the Gnoll tribe made Sloanan understand a truth, that is, high level is not absolutely dependent, some people don't look at him as weak, once you provoke him, he has a way to kill you. Look at those gnolls, they are fast and powerful, they don't give you the slightest chance to play, and they will kill you on the way to charge.

Sensing a gaze watching him, Ainan turned his head and met Sloanan's gaze.

What does this guy want to do?

Ainan frowned slightly, Sloanan didn't give him a good impression, not that this guard captain was not a good person, but that the words that Sloanan said at the beginning made Ainan have a bad first impression of him.

Ainan didn't bother with him during the battle, and after the battle, he sneakily peeked at himself, thinking about how to get back on the field?

Sloanan's face turned pale, and Ainan found himself unhappy when he secretly looked at him—didn't you see his brow furrowed? What does this mean?

It shows that the mage still remembers his previous offense, and the gnolls' terrible howls are still in his ears, how can Sloanan not be terrified.

It's never a good thing to be remembered by such a mage.

Recalling the many details of the battle just now, Sloanan realized that the rhythm of the battle was in Ainan's hands from the moment he threw the stick.

Due to Ainan's move, only two of the four gnolls in the first echelon came over, which was exactly the range that their own side could deal with. More than a dozen gnolls in the second echelon were directly thrown into the Sadol River by a spell by Ainam, and it was precisely because of the annihilation of the entire army of the second echelon that the attack of the gnolls was interrupted, so that the guards scattered everywhere had enough time to assemble. The gnolls of the third echelon fell to Ainan's idea, and a simple method could not have been simpler to send them all to the river to feed the fish.

The whole process may seem like nothing in retrospect, and Ainan could have done it in a different way, but don't forget one thing: how many people could have thought of this in such a short time when they were suddenly attacked by the gnolls?

It was the calmness and composure hidden behind the simple appearance and the terrifying fighting wisdom that Sloanan felt awe of Ainan.

No, you have to settle the grudge with this mage, and at least make him no longer resentful of himself.

Sloanan's face was cloudy, as if something was difficult to decide.

Seeing that he didn't provoke himself, Ainan didn't bother to pay attention to him, on the one hand, the magic power in his body was empty and needed to be restored urgently, and on the other hand, Ainan's mind sank into the godhead, wanting to find a way to quickly increase his combat power.

Don't look at the easy victory of the battle to exterminate the jackals just now, it is because of the terrain, it is foreseeable that the battle will occur from time to time in the next trip, and it is impossible to have external forces to borrow every time. Once the real gun is hard to touch, with his mana that is only equivalent to a magic apprentice at this time, he can't fight a head-on battle at all.

There are not no quick ways to make quick fixes in the vast amount of knowledge left by tangrams, but all of those methods have hidden dangers. When the strength is weak, it can make people quickly improve their combat power, and when they reach a certain level, these hidden dangers will break out at least and will kill people. If it wasn't a last resort, Ainan would never use it.

At this time, Ainan has to thank himself for his good habits, he has sorted out the things he has seen in the godhead before, and at this time, he has to find things and go directly to them according to his needs.

It doesn't mean that there is no way to quickly improve one's own strength, and a person's actual combat power must be counted in addition to his own ability, such as external forces such as weapons, armor and other equipment potions.

Making artifacts?

Not only do you need high-end materials, but you also have hard requirements for your own strength, so give up.

Crafting magic weapons?

This requirement is low enough, and Ainan, who has experienced death, also has a dead breath in his body that cannot be dispersed, and the key question is where is the vehicle that can accommodate this dead breath?

"Your Excellency, Mage." Sloanan walked over with a tightly wrapped bag and handed it to Ainan with a painful face, "Please forgive me for my previous offense. ”

I didn't do anything to him, why did I run to make amends?

Ainan felt inexplicable, did he say anything to Sloanan, it seems that he didn't.

"Sloan, you ......" Ainan, who was looking for a way to quickly increase his combat power, was not interested in entanglement with Sloanan, and reached out to push the burden back, when his hand fell on the burden, the words changed, "You are so sincere, I will treat the previous incident as if it never happened." ”