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Obviously, Utama has been brewing for a spell for so long, and he deliberately put up such a sure poss, even Tasada, who was beside him, felt that the annoying spellcaster would definitely turn into a frog in the next second.

As a result, nothing happened.

That's right, nothing happened except for the Utama posing like something was going to happen.

This can't!

The wrinkled eyebrows and wrinkles on the wrinkled old face of the Utama were squeezed together, making him look even older. This kind of spell failure used to exist only when he was still young in voodoo, and after decades of immersion, Utama's belief that his spell would never fail, was now cruelly denied to him.

Utama's vine staff kept shaking, but nothing could not be shaken out no matter how much he shook it, and the mana in his body seemed to be blocked by something, not only did he look confused, but even Tasada beside him also looked inexplicable.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that the hateful mage in sight was still slaughtering the trolls, not at all affected, Tasada finally couldn't take it anymore, and while Utama was slowly tossing and turning the spell, more than a dozen more of his people died—he couldn't wait any longer for Utarama's next spell.

The old witch doctor's eyes were full of disbelief, but he had to admit, "My spell failed, something is interfering with me." ”

"Interference? What are you kidding! ”

As Tasada roared angrily to ask Utama, the Zanbu of the Fire Tree Clan found that the witch doctor in front of him, who was supposed to accept his wrath, was suddenly gone, replaced by a fat sheep that was no taller than his knees, scurrying around on the ground.

"Baa~"

What's the matter with this sheep and where did the Utama go?

Before Tasada, who was shaking his head and searching for the figure of the witch doctor, understood what was happening in front of him, ten meters away from the battlefield, another fireball the size of a basin rolled towards him - this startled Tasada, he obviously did not forget the tragic death of his lieutenant at that time, and when he tried his best to jump backwards and finally dodge the attack, he quickly realized that the fireball was not completely aimed at him.

To be exact, the first target of the fireball should be the sheep that appeared inexplicably, and it was firmly shut.

Did you miss the shot?

Just when Tasada was secretly glad that it was not himself who had become the barbecue, he was surprised to find that among the embers of steam and heat, it was the corpse of Utama.

Only then did he understand the true identity of the sheep!

Damn it.

He cursed hatefully, and Tasada himself didn't know if he was cursing the god-like mage in the enemy camp, or the guy in front of him who usually pretended to be profound, but in fact didn't use it. But he himself knew that with the defeat of the Utama, their last hope of winning the other was also dashed, and there seemed to be only one way before them.

Retreat, you have to retreat, you can't continue to lose money here.

Tasada turned his head to look at his brave warriors, still resisting in vain on the front line of magic, in exchange for a senseless death. He knew very well that his army was routing, and the reason why it didn't collapse immediately was only because they were more numerous than the other party, but morale, once it fell to the freezing point, even if it had the sharp teeth of a lion, its heart would be domesticated into a weak sheep.

Tasada admits his defeat, but for the sake of the Fire Tree Clan, he must bring back more people and information about these never-before-seen enemies to Najib.

"Warriors, listen to me!" He shouted at the top of his voice, and in an instant he attracted the attention of many people: "There are powerful spellcasters among the enemy, more powerful than our witch doctors, and we have failed. However, our main force is still there, such a defeat is only temporary, as long as we withdraw from this forest and bring the news back, today's blood feud will definitely be avenged......"

Tasada began to call for the trolls to retreat, and in order not to repeat the mistakes of the past, he planned to separate the eggs into baskets.

In fact, trolls are better at small teams of 9 people than army-style group combat, and they have a clear division of labor and are adept at dealing with all kinds of unexpected situations. Such a formation is usually composed of 2 scouts, 2 archers formed four horns, surrounded by 4 troll warriors, as for the troll in the center, he usually does not participate in the battle, he carries a bag made of python skin, to cut off the heads (some of which are ears) that represent the merits.

The trolls call this classic squad the Headhunter Squad.

And now, Tasada's meaning is to let the rest of them form such a team, and escape from this forest in turn, Tasada has seen through previous observations that the enemy does not have many people, and there should be no way to divide people to chase so many teams, and as long as there is no mysterious mage, in terms of individual combat power, Tasada does not feel that his subordinates will lose to this group of purple-skinned guys.

After this attention, Tasada was about to give the order to divide his troops, but how could Eren let him do so easily.

Almost as soon as Tasada's voice caught the attention of the trolls, Eren drowned out his voice with a tenfold sound amplified by amplification: "Hahaha, it turns out that your leader is already planning to leave you and run away alone, what a coward's behavior!" ”

Allen, who made a mockery like this, didn't wait for Tasada to refute it, and in the next second, he had teleported to Tasada under the gaze of everyone, and looked at him with a sneer: "Hello, coward!" ”

Although Tassada did have a bit of a grudge in the face of this mysterious spellcaster, it was because the other party was at a distance beyond his reach, using magic to suppress them. But now that the other party actually appeared in front of him, Tasada looked at him, and without saying a word, he pulled out the tooth blade on his waist and slashed it towards Allen's head, proving with practical actions whether he was a coward or not.

He knew very well that although the caster had unparalleled power, it would take a certain amount of time to guide the opponent before casting the spell, so he needed to extend the distance, or someone to protect them from the safety of the spell, and Tasada was sure that at this distance, any trained warrior could easily kill these weak casters.

Tasada could even see himself kill the overconfident spellcaster, bulldoze his troops, and then cut off his head and stew it in a pot.

He wants to eat him with his own mouth to relieve the hatred in his heart.

- That's right!

But as if he had been waiting for his attack, Eren pulled out a musket from his waist and aimed it at the other man's sweeping arm.

"Bang!"

A terrible explosion stung the eardrums and shook the fallen leaves of the treetops.

The scene is frozen.

The Night Elves were amazed at why Eren had run into such a dangerous place, distressed by the lack of timely rescue, and the trolls were expecting their Zambo to kill the terrible spellcaster and win.

Flying off was an arm holding a bone dagger.

In conclusion, the muskets produced in the world of Azeroth, although rudimentary, are much more powerful than those produced on Earth, probably because the powder is mixed with arcane, so their lethality looks more like the power of artillery, but the strong recoil of the musket makes Alan's hand numb, and one ear beeps.

However, seeing the arm on the other party's wrist that was removed alive, Alan felt that this side effect was still acceptable.

The only fly in the ointment is that such muskets cannot be fired continuously, and if you want to fire again, you must reload gunpowder and bullets.

But as a deterrent effect, it's fantastic.

Not to mention the other Night Elves, even Ravenkes, who helped make the musket, blinked his eyes and felt constipated and speechless, as for Tasada, he looked down at his bleeding severed limb, and any confidence crumbled in his heart.

He was already sure that in front of him was not a living creature at all, but the devil expounded in the way of the soul, and in this world, in addition to the terrible devil, was there a existence that could directly release magic without chanting and guidance?

At this moment, the severed troll in front of Alan has completely lost his qualifications as a leader, and he is just like Alan said, turning around and running away like a coward, but how could Eren miss such an opportunity in vain, isn't long-distance spellcasting exactly what the master is good at?

Arcane Impact!

Because there is no need to summon the fire elemental before the plastic, this primary spell is nowhere near as powerful as a fireball, but it is much faster than the latter!

Tasada didn't manage to take a few steps before a spell shot through a bloody hole in the back of his heart, and even though the troll had a strong regeneration ability, it would not survive if it was damaged.

The trolls who saw their Zambu die also lost their spiritual support to continue resisting in that moment, some of them dropped their weapons and turned their heads to run, and some of them lay on the ground, curled up and bowed down - that was the posture of the trolls in surrender.

When Aishara found out that the enemy had not been able to set up an ambush circle for a long time, and sent sentries to inquire, most of those trolls had been subdued by Allen, and only a small number of fish escaped from the net, and Aishara, who received the message from the bird whistle, immediately scattered his large army and pursued the deserters in the forest, they stopped a large number of trolls who were lost in the forest, but there should be some that let them escape, but some things were not satisfactory, since the result was good, Alan is no longer demanding results.