Then.

Two or three more head-sized fireballs hit the side of the tent, and the large tent made of canvas soon burned into a dazzling large "bonfire".

As time went on, no one rushed out inside.

I think that the little boss and little wizard of the caravan who has just shown his head has already gone to see the goddess of wealth he believes in, Pruto.

What a remarkable bird, some people have already understood the form of the big caravan when they see that they are only concerned with stabilizing their positions and strictly preventing others from fishing in troubled waters—either sacrifice your life or your wealth, and don't expect others to help you lay down your life to protect your wealth.

The soldiers who were disturbed immediately took revenge on the plundered caravan with their pain and anger.

They screamed and rushed into the camp of the small caravan, brandishing swords and battle axes and slashing wildly. They cut off their heads and cut the roaring resisters into pieces, they shouted and overturned the tents, cut the cables, scattered the goods, and shoved and looted each other, they were like vultures in love with the carrion of the dead, tearing at the spoils of flesh and blood on the corpses, and on the ground, the limbs were broken and the white heads and red intestines flowed all over the ground.

Their roars and snatching completely drowned out the screams of the men and mercenaries, as if to say, "It's all mine! it's all mine! It's all ours!"

The surrounding caravans were terrified, but no one could shout, so they let other people who were also selfish and sacrifice their lives unite to resist the robbers. So I could only watch with my eyes as the poor men, women, and teenagers who were killed were like chickens, ducks, and poultry with their necks cut off, making their last miserable struggle.

So.

Next, is there really no "master" who dares to make a move?

No!

Then.

Something no one could have imagined had happened!

I saw a loud bang in the sky!

"Crackle!"

A flash of lightning fell from the sky, but it was not a lightning spell of the plastic energy system, but someone used [Lightning Teleportation].

The Marquis of Jinjia squinted his eyes and watched the electric light disappear, standing in place - two shoulders on his shoulders, hands on his chest, a handsome and masculine ~ young man who appeared gorgeously!

Two arrogant voices exploded in the noisy battlefield: "Stop all for me Wei Ritian (Jia Aotian)! You are destroying the harmonious world of truth, goodness and beauty!"

Poof!

Beauty?!

Chen Xuyuan, who was standing in the back, protecting a few disciples to watch the excitement, almost choked on his own saliva-what day is today? How could he encounter such a brainless idiot?

He looked up and was astonished!

The two handsome young men, seeing that the other soldiers did not stop at all, but a few cavalrymen rushed towards them with their spears with tyrannical eyes, and immediately took out a gold and a silver in annoyance - two palm-sized children's rattles?

"Hmph! What I said in Ba Aotian, you dare to disobey it!

The golden drum boy on the left shook the rattle, and a dark yellow gas was like a wall of mist, protecting them up and down, and then a part of it was divided and covered like a wave towards the wolf-like soldiers.

The strange yellow mist swept over the human body and the horses, and immediately swept everywhere - both humans and animals fell silently to the ground like puppets with broken strings. Even if he was a person with slightly stronger skills, he only supported less than a breath of time, and immediately rolled to the ground without saying a word, as if he had completely lost his life.

But there are still some people who don't know the times.

Seeing a strong enemy attack, without the Marquis of Golden Armor opening his mouth, a few strong archers and wizards attacked, but any low-level [Fireball] and [Lava Core] and other plastic energy spells, as soon as they entered the yellow mist, either strangely exploded in mid-air, or, like arrows, seemed to be hindered by invisible forces, flying halfway to the ground and falling to the ground.

A few [Call of the Storm] summoned bowl-mouthed thick electric snakes scurried towards the top of the rattle boy's head, but when they reached the yellow mist four stories above them, there was a violent burst of electric shocks, but it looked like it was uselessly attacking the air!

What's the use of half a fart.

This seems to have annoyed the silver drum boy standing on the right.

"Hah!?, my king Ritian is the only one to treat you for this kind of disobedience!"

I saw him turn his head and stare at it, and when he shook the silver rattle in his hand, it was a droplet-shaped gloomy cold light cluster, which instantly dragged out a miserable white light remnant, penetrating the bodies of the two enemies who were firing dark arrows in the distance.

The two archers rolled their eyes and fell to the ground without any struggle - dead.

That's a lot of spell power!

But the more Chen Xuyuan looked at it, the more strange he felt, and he immediately looked at the blue mang and used the [Soul Vision] to take a look.

Hiss!

This is such a vicious spell prop and method!

No wonder.

As soon as Chen Xuyuan felt that the killing effect of the yellow mist and white light spells was a little familiar, he guessed that it was a necromantic instant death spell like [Soul Extraction].

But that spell is only a single spell of the fourth order, as long as the will is slightly stronger and the vitality is strong enough, it can be resisted, and the professional is the object of this kind of strong vitality. In other words, this spell can only instantly kill more lifeforms that are lower than one's own rank, or happen to be very weak.

Last time, when the ronin was exterminated.

Shaman Chen himself beat the werewolf priest who took the Gothic Aru god to the point of death, so that with the help of the totem magic weapon, the other party's soul could be completely extracted.

How could it be like now, using this necromantic spell to slaughter a large number of professional soldiers who have reached the 1~3rd rank.

The gold and silver waves emitted yellow mist and white light one after another, and they never stopped for a moment.

Chen Xuyuan used the [Soul Vision], but he had already seen the reality of the two, the yellow mist seemed to be a very vicious energy, some of it was like the water of the Yellow Spring described in the Buddhist scriptures, and it was "sticky" like a spider's web—a large number of controlled virtual undead.

They were all attached to the yellow mist, wailing and chattering viciously in an unconscious manner.

From the point of view of his soul shaman.

Those undead spirits, some of the evil spirits that still have a little consciousness have just been killed, and some are probably dead for many years, and the total number of them is more than a thousand - in fact, those with weak souls are killed, they cannot form necromantic creatures at all, and will only be torn apart by other undead spirits, dividing up the spiritual energy that the broken spirits escape.

It's no wonder that those spells and enchanted arrows don't work, and they are simply destroyed by a large amount of necromancy, and then blocked and consumed by the spirits.

And that white light is even more vicious, it is a pure negative energy sphere that is extremely condensed by hundreds of evil spirits, the pale energy mass hits the soul of a living person, if the soul strength is not enough, the soul will be shattered directly, or it will be transformed into a virtual body dead soul in an instant, naturally whoever touches it will die.

If you don't have more than the seventh order, you must not even be able to stop it.

This is by no means a low-level little wizard who can control powerful spell items with ease.