A long convoy of humans walked on this desolate land.

As the only magician accompanying the caravan, Duff was sitting in the carriage and was enjoying the wine that was abundant in the Kingdom of Locke.

Through the car window, he saw that the wind outside was blowing up countless sands and stones, blowing horses and men standing up, and from time to time several guards were thrown to the ground, and Duff pursed his lips disdainfully.

These guards are all civilians from the Locke Kingdom, except for a few mercenaries, the others are all from the slave hunting group under the name of Prince Hegel of the Duchy of Lottel.

A bunch of nobles' doglegs, Duff spat outside, and then closed the window,

If it weren't for the fact that he could earn a thousand gold coins in one trip, how could the Venerable High Magician Lord Duff get mixed up with this group of lowly guards.

A thousand gold coins, I don't know what good things the caravan has gained this time?

Warcraft crystal nucleus? Beamon Beauty?

It should be the Monster Crystal Nucleus, the magic desert of Beamon, the steel is even more barren, except for the rampant Demonic Beasts, there is really nothing that is not produced by humans.

The thought of returning to the Duchy of Lotre to receive the remaining five hundred gold coins made Duff's heart burn, he was nearly fifty years old, and his magic had not been saved in recent years.

I don't expect to be a magician, as long as I get the money and pay the errand, and then through the recommendation of Prince Hegel, I can smoothly join the court magician team of the Rock Kingdom, and from then on I can become the worship of the Rock Kingdom.

Although the Duchy of Lotel is considered one of the great powers of the human race, it is still a vassal state of the Holy See.

The Duchy of Lotel is considered an ally in the Imperial Alliance, and it is better to mix in the principality than to run around as a mercenary mage in the past.

Thinking that he successfully obtained the title of senior magician before the age of forty, he has to say that he is a good talent in magic.

But after obtaining the title of senior magician, he gradually became fascinated by this world of flowers, and he no longer meditated every day, but only for pleasure, and the time for meditation every day was less than an hour, and the magic cultivation did not enter at all.

With the psychology of breaking the jar and breaking it, Duff, who was swept out of the house by the Mage Association, began to live as a magician guard today and hunt and kill monsters with mercenaries tomorrow.

As a result, after so many years, I haven't saved much money until now.

This time I can be regarded as meeting a big gold lord, tsk, a thousand gold coins, enough to buy a manor in the countryside of the principality and hire a few thugs, with his name as a senior magician, in the fish and meat township, scourge the people, and be a soil emperor How comfortable it is.

Hehe, you can also buy a few maids and elf slaves when the time comes.

Thinking about the elf's fiery figure and good countenance, Duff suddenly felt a twitch in his abdomen, then a tingling of his head, and then a trail of water slowly formed under the black mage's robes.

Duff hurriedly pulled out a white handkerchief and rubbed the hem of his robe in a panic, he didn't want to be laughed at by a group of lowly guards when he camped out for a while, he was a noble senior magician.

"Whoa... Shout.... Shout! Suddenly, there was a shrill whistle, and Duff's face, who had not yet wiped his robes, changed dramatically.

"Enemy attack?" The alarm bell in Duf's mind was loud, and before he had time to think about it, he began to recite the incantation silently.

Sure enough, he lived up to the title of high-level magician, and after he silently recited a long list of incantations, three water-blue rippling shields slowly floated around him.

A high-level water-based magic shield, the Aquamarine Stone, was summoned in just a few seconds.

Water-based magic, attack power is not as good as fire and electricity magic, and defense is not as good as earth and wood.

At the beginning, Duff chose to practice water magic, precisely because of the fast casting speed and low mana consumption, not seeking lethality, but only self-protection at critical moments.

In particular, this "Blue Sea Stone" is used by Duff perfectly.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

"Defend, form a formation, quickly form a formation."

"Protect the baggage cart, protect the magician, and quickly end the formation."

Du Fu frowned, listening to the chaotic cries outside, he secretly shook his head, in the end, it was a ragtag army, and the enemy had not yet attacked, and he was in chaos first.

Pushing the car door, Duff squinted, because of the cold moon, the yellow sand in the sky filled the air, and the eyes blown by the biting cold wind were very uncomfortable, and the visibility was less than 100 meters.

In the faint moonlight, Duff could only see less than a hundred meters away, a group of figures approaching in the direction of the caravan.

Beamon orcs? Or other human merchants?

Duff frowned and thought about the identity of the other party, the former can be ignored, such a group of Beamon orcs could not have crossed the belly of the wasteland to come here without hiding from the barbarians.

And if it's the latter? Then it was troublesome, the other party was obviously prepared, and this time the accompanying guards were only most of the low-level swordsmen and a bunch of miscellaneous troops.

As for the magic power, it is not enough to look at, except for himself, this high-level magician of the water system who is known as the weakest attack power, there is not even a priest of the Holy Light system.

is also worried, and Allen, who led the tribe out of the nest, originally wanted to make an ambush, but he didn't expect the visibility to be so low, and when he finally found the other party's business group, it was obvious that the other party also found himself.

The group of people who are constantly approaching the merchant group are the elite warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe led by Alan and Old Zach.

"Phew!" Spit out a mouthful of sand, Alan changed into another animal skin mask and brought it to his mouth, squinting his eyes and staring at the human merchant group not far away, obviously caught off guard.

I don't know how many armed forces the other party has, but Babylon the Great had ridden a spine sword tiger during the day and observed this group of human merchants from afar.

I only know that the number of the merchant group is no more than a hundred, but the accompanying guards, most of them wear armor and swords, but their combat power is unknown.

The only good news that is not good news is that the armor and swords worn by the guards are not standard equipment, and they are obviously not regular soldiers, so this human merchant group should have no military background, just a small merchant group.

Pinch the persimmon, and of course find the soft one and pinch it hard.

In addition to himself and Bloodhoof Zack, more than 100 elite warriors from the tribe poured out of the nest, as well as the only large battle guardian beast left in the tribe and a tribal war pet acid erosion giant crow.

Including the battle guardian beast of Babylon the Great, a spine sword tiger called "Fang", which is different from the mighty same kind that Alan encountered in the fierce beast forest, the skinny "fang", it is estimated that it will be almost hanging up after a few days of hunger.

Compared with the two majestic spine tigers when he first met, Babylon the Great's "fangs" were like a sick ghost who had just been released from a drug rehabilitation center, the front teeth in his mouth were also half broken, not to mention the thin skin and bones, and the blade on his back was also dull.

In addition to the fangs, there is also an acid crow, which is a behemoth that can reach a length of eight meters with its wings spread, and the acid crow that encounters it on the Allen Grassland, which can only spew two mouthfuls of acid and quack a few times, is not a concept at all.

This acid-eroded giant crow is not a barbarian battle guardian beast, but a mid-level magical beast that has been domesticated as a mount by the dead prophet of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The remaining large fierce beast is not much better, at this time it is being ridden to the crotch by Bloodhoof Zack, an elderly giant gray lion, this gray lion called "Iron Mountain", originally a combat guardian beast of the previous generation of chiefs, and then the owner hung up, this giant gray lion got sick, lazy cancer in an advanced stage.

More than 100 elite warriors of the tribe, plus the three fierce beasts of the old, weak, sick and crippled wasteland, this is the entire lineup of Allen's side.

Behind Allen, in addition to more than a hundred elite warriors of the tribe, there is also the "Iron Mountain" under the crotch of Bloody Hoof Zack.

The rear of the caravan also ambushed the "Lady Army" led by Dina Babylon the Great, as well as the skinny Spine Sword Tiger.

In addition, nearly 100 meters in the air above the heads of both sides, there is also a tribe's war pet, the acid erosion giant crow "Murto".