It turned out that after waiting anxiously for a while, Sokas found that the barbarian warriors gathered not far away did not seem to be in a hurry to attack, so he had no choice but to let the senior fire mage Cerke beside him take the lead.

And Chekel, who is eager to perform, is not a loss for the parish to worship the mage, although the person is extremely ugly, but in the end he has two strengths, chanting spells in his mouth, the staff in his hand also waved again and again, and within a moment, a high-level fire spell "Flame Meteor" was summoned, and the fire magic element in mid-air burst into countless rain of fire, smashing towards the Bloodhoof camp.

Cherke looked into the distance with a sneer, ready to see how the ignorant barbarians were burned and scurried.

Sokas saw the nearly 1,000 barbarian warriors who rushed to the rescue, and under the "Blazing Meteor", he actually turned around and ran back to the Bloodhoof camp, his brows furrowed tightly.

The elite warriors of the barbarians have fought with magicians before, but don't they all rush up against the baptism of magic, why did they retreat into the camp this time?

Seeing that the rain of fire was about to fall, and the mutation protruded, hundreds of round green unknown objects suddenly flew out of the Bloodhoof camp, each one the size of a skull.

Cherke's mouth was so wide that his jaw was almost dislocated.

Sokas's smile was stiff as well.

Those countless green round objects all intercepted the rain of fire in mid-air without accident, one was not much, and one was not less.

The green round object collided with the fire rain in mid-air, and instantly exploded, turning into a puff of green juice, which extinguished the fire rain after canceling out the fire element.

As the rain of fire was extinguished, a resounding voice rang out from the depths of the camp: "Around the forest, no arson!" ”

Squatting on the ground, the magician Rooney stood up suddenly, and shouted with an incredible face: "Magic interception, wood spell interception!" ”

Everyone around them looked at Rooney, confused.

Rooney then said to Sokas: "Send someone to bring back some of the juice of those plants, quick!" ”

"Plants?" Sokas didn't have time to ask in detail, nodded to the ascetic next to him, turned around and shouted, "The Holy Armor Crossbow Team is ready to take cover!" ”

One of the ascetics, dressed in sackcloth, scurried out like a ghost, until he ran not far from the Bloodhoof camp, where the barbarian warriors ran back to the Bloodhoof camp as if they couldn't see him.

The ascetic dipped his hand in some of the green juice on the ground and returned to Sokas again.

Rooney walked up impatiently, his hands stroking the green juice as if they had been treasured.

The ascetic looked at the old fellow with a blank expression, touching his hands like a caressing lover.

"Breathtaking, breathtaking!" Rooney said with an incredulous expression: "The wood spell can be used to such an extreme extent. ”

Cherke's face was a little blushing, and he craned his neck and shouted, "Impossible, how can there be a magician in the barbarian tribe who can intercept my spells?" No way, you lie! ”

Rooney glanced at him with disdain and said, "Shallow knowledge, there are clearly some wood-based magic elements left on these juices, are you blind?" ”

"Impossible!" Sokas also said with a look of surprise: "I have never seen a magician's magic interception so accurate and so scattered, it is absolutely impossible, it is not a single spell, how can a group spell be so accurate?" Why? Master Rooney, what the hell is going on? ”

Several ascetics looked at each other as well, and no matter how much Sokas denied it, they did feel the remnants of the magical element on the sap.

"What the hell is this juice?" Sokas looked at the motionless Bloodhoof Camp, and suddenly felt a little chill in his body, this kind of large-scale interception of indiscriminate magic methods, he had seen and heard of it for the first time, it was simply terrifying.

The herald, who had been silent beside him, said weakly and unsure of some uncertainty: "My lord, I, I seem to know. ”

"What is it?" Several people around him looked at him with burning eyes.

The herald stepped forward nervously, scraped some juice with his fingers, and after sniffing it with some uncertainties, he said with a strange face: "Yes, yes, it is the fruit of the puffy cabbage, my hometown is in the Duchy of Sadido, and this kind of fruit is everywhere on the periphery of the beast forest, and it is generally used to feed guinea fowl and saros!" ”

"Are you sure?" Cerke gritted his teeth and looked at the herald.

The herald nodded helplessly.

Sokas and several ascetics were completely dumbfounded.

The wild vegetables used to feed the animals actually intercepted the magic of the fire magician?

They suddenly felt that their three views had collapsed, and they could no longer re-establish them.

"Breathtaking!" Rooney sighed again: "Unheard of! What kind of magical elemental control is required for this, breathtaking! ”

There were several magicians present, in addition to Cerke and Rooney, the Holy See also brought three magicians this time, who were resting in the rear of the legion at this time.

But when it comes to the best knowledge of wood-based spells, it is still the magician Rooney.

Socas looked at Rooney in bewilderment, trying to find a plausible explanation.

Rooney sighed and said, "It seems that we underestimated the Bloodhoof Tribe, with the magic interception that the faceless wood mage just showed us, we are too light on the enemy, this wood mage, the lowest, the lowest is also a magister!" ”

In fact, Rooney also secretly complained in his heart, originally he thought that dozens of wood-based mages intercepted it instantly, but the magic elements were all singular after use, so he ruled out this kind of fantastical possibility, not to mention a barbarian tribe, it is unknown whether there are so many wood-based mages on the mainland.

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and Sokas and the others were all shocked.

What Rooney said is too amazing, the magic cultivation of the Saint Cassis Continent is the highest, except for the two holy ranks, that is, the five great magisters, not to mention the small bloodhoof camps, even other human powers, may not have a magister to serve.

What's more, the Magister is the closest to the gods like the Holy Order, how could such a rare Extreme Dao powerhouse participate in such a secular war.

"Impossible!" Circ objected: "There is no mage in the St. Cassis Continent who cultivates the wood system at all, and throughout the history of the thousand-year continent, no one has advanced to the wood type of mage at all!" ”

Rooney didn't ridicule Circke this time, but said in frustration: "Yes, I haven't heard of it either, I thought that I was the only one with the deepest cultivation of the wood system on the mainland, and the difficulty of advancing the wood system magic is as difficult as climbing to the sky, it is really a world outside the world!" ”

Sokas gritted his teeth and looked at several ascetics, and said fiercely, "Trouble a few ascetics for a while, be sure to entangle that wood-based magus." ”

Through this sentence, it can also be seen that Sokas believed what Rooney said.

And Sokas can't help it, the reason why he said that he was entangled instead of killing, he was also helpless, the Magister was not at all something that a second-line legion leader like him could deal with, and the one who could deal with the Magister was either a mage of the same level, or a Dragon Knight and a Sword Saint.

Unless the Cardinals and Temple Paladins in the western suburbs are notified now, no one will be able to trap the Lord's Magister.

However, the deepest cultivation on the spot, except for the foreign aid Rooney, are three ascetics, and even if the ascetics and Rooney join forces, they may not be opponents.

The three ascetics nodded expressionlessly, as if they hadn't heard the word Magister, for there were only two kinds of people in the world, one was a believer in the Holy Father, and the other was a heretic.

Rooney opened his mouth to say something, but finally sighed helplessly and walked silently into the distance.

"Assemble the catapults, smash the Bloodhoof camp for me, and force them to come out and fight head-on." Sokas shouted, "Be fast. ”

The herald turned and left.

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When the Tatars walked into Bloodhoof Camp with nearly a thousand warriors, they understood why little Zach said that they didn't need to meddle with their business.

"Bloodhoof Camp... Gonzalez sighed as he walked, "It's really a day at a time." ”

Little Zack pointed to the beast forest at the back of the camp, and shouted impatiently: "Let your warriors retreat there, don't delay our affairs, it's really a mess, and we have to protect you." ”

This time, Tatar, Billy Rennes and the others didn't talk nonsense, and asked the warriors of the three major tribes to retreat according to Little Zack's wishes.

There is no way, they don't realize until now that they enter the camp that their group is just worrying, and they are really causing chaos for others.

Eight tall catapults have been erected at the entrance of the camp, Gonzalez knows this kind of catapult, before the barbarian warriors let the human catapults be beaten miserably, the boulders weighing several tons fell from the sky and smashed into a piece, the semi-petrified skin of the barbarian warriors had no resistance at all, a hundred warriors carried several catapults, and when they rushed in front of the enemy, there may not be ten people left.

The dwarves who were debugging the catapults, several of whom had threatened Tatar with crossbow arrows before, greeted them with a smile when they saw their old acquaintances.

In addition to the catapult, there are also thirty adult wasteland violent bears sitting not far away, and the overlord of this group of fierce beast forests actually has a pair of armor on his body, looking at the thickness, it is estimated that it may not be able to withstand the extremely powerful barbarian warriors.

There is also a closed iron box built on the shoulders of each wasteland storm bear, which contains smaller dwarves, each dwarf holds a delicate bow and crossbow, the bow and crossbow have been loaded, although there are no magic runes on the crossbow arrows, but look at it like that, you can know that it is definitely an armor-piercing weapon, the top of the triangular crossbow arrow flashes with a blue ghost, and it looks like it is highly poisonous.

Tatar, who has been infected with the poison for many years, took a closer look, and his eyes began to jump.

The dwarf sitting on the shoulder of the violent bear said triumphantly: "Chaos God No. 2, the effective killing range has been increased to three hundred yards, breaking demons and armor, the top is stained with the blood of the blue fire monitor lizard, seeing the blood coagulated, it specializes in shooting big people, especially big people who don't have long eyes." ”

After saying that, the dwarf also aimed his crossbow arrow at Tatar, intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at the barbarian wizard with a hippie smile.

A group of foreign aid had a chilling scene in their minds, and in a large-scale battle, one by one, the wasteland violent bears with big waists and round armor rampaged like meat grinders on the battlefield, and each violent bear also carried an iron box on his shoulder, and in the iron box sat one by one holding poisonous crossbow arrows。。。。。

Tatar wiped the sweat from his chin unnaturally, and quickly turned to leave, only to bump into Easter the Shepherd head-on.

Easter, who had just finished watering, stood up and accidentally kicked Tatar out.

Sitting on the ground, Tatar looked up at the tree herder, only to realize that this green giant, which was more than ten meters tall, was carrying a giant cylinder with a strange shape on his shoulder.

Fan Di, the little old man riding on the head of the tree herdman, pointed to the cylinder and said with a smile: "The dwarf throws the net bucket strengthened, I gave a little modification, specializing in capturing large fierce beasts, the bottom hammer is infused with wood spells, and after shooting out, the steel wire mesh is opened after hitting the object, and it begins to shrink after three seconds. The Bloodhoof Chieftain Allen's boy made me rub it with poison, but I didn't agree, I thought it was too cruel, and I changed it to a steel spike for each grid spacer. ”

Tatar felt that this little old man of the Terran was not a good thing, the deeper the steel nail stabbed and the more painful it became, it was better to be contaminated with poison, but to die happily.

The little old man Fan Di continued: "The whole net can be spread out up to fifty meters, specifically to catch those disobedient beasts. ”

Tatar's heart fluttered when he heard this, not to mention catching fierce beasts, you can catch dragons enough, at least he has never seen anything on the continent more than fifty meters long。。。。。。。。。

A simple Bloodhoof pulled Tatar to his feet.

Tatar, who was courteous wherever he went, finally felt his hard-won kindness in the Bloodhoof camp at this time, and just wanted to say two words of thanks.

The honest Bloodhoof Clansman pulled him up and then pulled him aside at once, and scolded with an unkind face: "Long eyes, you are blind, don't you know that you are on my shield?" ”

Only then did Tatar notice that there was a huge black shield on the ground, painted with the totem of the god of war, the shield was huge, as tall as the barbarian warriors, half a meter wide and nearly ten inches thick, as if loudly announcing how generous the Bloodhoof tribe was.

"Loser, loser!" Tatar shouted inwardly.

"Bloodhoof's second-generation equipment, imitating the Rock Kingdom's standard giant shield, designed by Master Fan Di." The Bloodhoof picked up the giant shield and put it on his elbow and continued, "Standing on the ground can completely resist the impact of the Terran knight, and fifteen spikes shoot out from the outside after being impacted. ”

"The God of War is on top!" Tatar suddenly felt that the Bloodhoof Tribe was already in Montar. Under the leadership of Lun, he went further and further and became more and more insidious.

"Woo~~~~" A low hissing caught Tatar's attention.

Old Zach, who had already been dressed, was riding majestically on the back of the giant clawed tree, his face full of evil that could not be concealed.

Like the Wasteland Bear, the giant clawed tree is covered with a simple set of armor on its chest and back, but the original ten-inch claws on its claws are actually plated with a layer of iron sheet, and there are two blood troughs on the iron sheet, and the blood trough is densely covered with small serrations next to it.

This design is not insidious, the iron sheet can maintain the claws and can effectively defend against blows, the most insidious are the two blood slots, which can not only deepen the cutting force but also use air resistance to cause a wide range of blood sprays from the wound, and once the small serrations around it touch the human body, it will cause a wound that cannot be sutured.

Fan Di, the little old man in the heights, hurriedly bowed his head to Tatar and explained: "This is not something I came up with, it was designed by the bad pus-shedding lord of their chief, and it is none of my business." ”

Tatar smiled bitterly, and once again looked enviously at the dozens of armed adult beasts behind Old Zack, with a sour expression on his face, just like the warriors of the three major tribes looking at the bloodhoof warriors who were armed to a delay.

These three tribal warriors, looking at the well-armed bloodhoof warriors armed to the teeth, and then looking at their own appearance of having nothing but animal skins, suddenly wanted to dig a pit on the spot and bury themselves alive.

A dwarf who was debugging the catapult pointed to the other tribal warriors who were more than a meter taller than himself and said, "Hey, I said that you and Bloodhoof are both barbarians, why is there such a big gap, and you came to help with your shirtless?" Shame on you? Come and help us, excuse me? ”

Already other tribal warriors had begun to crouch on the ground and prepare to dig a pit to bury themselves, because he felt that he was really shameless, and the mouths of these dwarves were so vicious that they were a bit heart-wrenching.

Even the most sloppy king in the camp, Little Zack, looked at the warriors of the three major tribes with disgust, and said angrily: "You guys don't say anything when you're poor, why are you still so dirty, how long have you not taken a bath?" ”

After debugging the catapult, the dwarf ran over and said with a smile: "Oh, my little master, how can they compare with us, how can they have extra water to bathe them in the Great Wasteland, it is estimated that they are used to not bathing all year round." ”

"Well, who's to say it's not." Little Zack wiped the snot from his face, wiped it on his pants and said, "They're really buried!" ”

After finishing speaking, Xiao Zach shouted at them even more downwardly: "You all have long eyes, the things in our camp are counted, let me grab the sheep and chop off your claws directly!" ”

Nearly a thousand warriors from the three major tribes lowered their heads in unison, eager to hide in their crotches, there were indeed many warriors from other tribes who were jealous of the steel equipment everywhere, but now they really didn't have the guts.

Since the rise of the Bloodhoof Tribe, many of the tribesmen have begun to doubt life, and even their chiefs have gradually become suspicious of the fighting concept they have cultivated since childhood.

Since the Bloodhoof tribe has been beating the lion tribe all over the ground and breaking one of their legs, many barbarians who accuse the bloodhoof tribe of betraying their fighting beliefs are fantasizing that if they wear such fine armor and hold such sharp weapons in their hands, once they enter the battlefield with a good physique, will they be able to be invincible like humans, gain a place on the continent and have more respect and a better living environment.

Seeing the envious expressions of the Tatars, as if he intended to show off, little Zach took four or five friends behind him, drew a hard bow from his back, and used the poor magic power in his body to start to rise into the air.

"Made of the skin band of the horned python." Little Zach shouted at Tatar: "The bow and arrow can be infused with magic power during battle, the magic eye is locked, and all shots are missed, hehe, specializing in shooting magicians from a distance, what other great wizards and kings are there, just ask if you are afraid?" ”

Tatar didn't pay attention to little Zach, the barbarians shoot arrows, are you stupid?

Just wanted to laugh at a few sentences, he suddenly remembered that the rubber band of the ancient relict horned wing python is said to be able to pull dozens of times like the main body, with the innate divine power of the barbarian warrior, as long as the magic gaze is locked, it is really not impossible to shoot a magician a few hundred meters away.

Thinking of this, Tatar suddenly remembered what the Great Chief Manstein had said to the Great Prophet.

"If the Bloodhoof Tribe is the light of hope in the wasteland, then their chieftain Monttal. Force is the spark in the center of the light source, let the light shine on you and warm you, not let the light shine to your eyes, let alone blind your heart and let the fire burn your soul! ”