In other words, it's the same as the psychology of many modern people.

As long as they don't wreak havoc near their hometowns, how can the local lords care about the people in the territory next door, how can they be in dire straits?

Conversely, if the territory next door is rampant banditry.

Wouldn't it be wonderful for a merchant to take a detour through his own territory to increase his territory's checkpoint income and taxes, and improve the quality of life of the local lords?

However, the last group of people who were ambushed all looked in awe at the front - Chen Shaman, dressed in brown and black leather robes.

After he crossed over to this world, his body had now become, a middle-aged man of the Karui people with short hair and strong hair.

Everyone was waiting for him to give orders.

Even strangers could tell from the Knight Captain's respectful attitude that Shaman Chen was at least a high-level spellcaster of the 6th order.

Because the spells of the same level caster have a greater destructive power, the status of the caster on the continent has always been higher than that of any martial artist who can only fight brute force.

Just beside this man.

There is also a red-haired monkey about half a man tall, which is his natural companion "Thumb" - the relationship between the two is actually similar to that of a wizard's pet.

On the back of his robe, a strange "swastika" pattern is printed.

It is said to be a spell used by many tribal shamans in ancient times.

This body originally had a strange and awkward name, but it had been directly changed by Chen Xuyuan, anyway, the original tribe had been dispersed, and no one would doubt his identity anymore.

He has lived in this world for several years, and he has not shown any of his feet.

This is also due to the fact that the caster of this body is high enough, and others are just curious about his behavior change, and there is no way to inquire - in their hearts, many people are probably used to all kinds of spellcasters on the mainland, and they have some maverick quirks.

As long as it's not the kind of terrifying necromancer who likes the smell of dead corpses and takes it while it's hot, it's not too frightening and repulsive.

But that's not what they're concerned about right now.

In fact, they have been following the small caravan in front of them for a long time.

Intuitively.

From the moment the other party entered the territory border and found the traces of this caravan, they used the other party as bait to fish out the active werewolf bandit tribes wandering in these territories.

It's just that no one in this small caravan is completely aware of it, and there are two different forces behind it.

Just when everyone was waiting a little fidgetily.

The black-haired Karui spellcaster turned his head sideways, slowly pressed his raised right hand, and commanded the people around him in a deep voice: "Lower your voice, werewolves' ears are ten times stronger than humans! If they hear it, our plan will be ruined! When the time comes, I will beat him with twenty military sticks when I go back, as long as I kill the werewolf caster first, even if the other werewolves can escape, they will definitely not have the ability to threaten the security of the surrounding villages and towns." ”

The werewolf shaman Grigor was careful not to immediately rush out after the second group of werewolves who raided.

It had repeatedly determined that there were no strong high-level professionals in the human caravan.

Only then did he take two werewolves to escort him, and approached the camp with burning wagons and bonfires, which served as a battlefield for humans and werewolves who were recalcitrant in their resistance.

It saw werewolves and humans fighting back and forth in the field, though some casualties were inflicted on humans.

But because some of the human wounded were pulled behind by their companions in time, as long as they were not seriously injured by disembowelment, the guys also wrapped themselves in strips of cloth torn from their clothes, and then picked up their weapons and continued to wait for the opportunity to assist their companions.

After all, they are fighting for their lives not to be eaten, and even if they have not undergone any formal military training, their will to fight is by no means worse than that of any regular army.

Seeing that it has not been taken for a long time.

Grigor also became impatient, and scolded the unfavorable tribesmen to make them fight more bravely.

But perhaps it was the headwinds and the head-on combat that attracted attention that the werewolves didn't notice the sound of another group of humans approaching from behind.

The first werewolves to rush in.

Two carriages that had been used as barriers had been removed, making way for the werewolves and the shaman behind them to attack.

The werewolf warriors who later rushed into the crowd were like a pack of hungry beasts, howling and injuring the living forces of the human race, and as long as they took these humans, they could use their flesh and blood to fill the stomachs of their families in the winter.

Fat human flesh awaits the werewolf warriors right in front of you!

Sweet and warm blood seems to flow in the throat,

The sweet, oily bone marrow seems to slide between the mouths.

Plump and tender brain and heart

......

It is said that the consumption of these two organs can increase the wisdom and vitality of any person.

This is the first precious part to be sacrificed to the Shaman of Grigor, and the werewolf chief who drove them out of his territory because of the excessive wolf mouth is no longer the object of their allegiance and consideration.

Kindness!

Werewolves are indeed more powerful and agile than humans, but they are not very good at using conventional weapons because their five fingers are not as agile as humans.

Therefore, ordinary wolves with stronger bodies will fight with the caravan buddies, and they can still fight and look like they have dealings.

But with the addition of an even more powerful werewolf force, the situation became even more dangerous.

In order to resist the attack of the werewolf bandits, Giles endured the pain in his heart, and successively dumped several carts of lit cloth and animal skins in the field to hinder the opponent's attack.

However, most of the humans in those encirclements were wounded and bleeding, and they were about to be defeated.

......

Chen Xuyuan saw that the soldiers in the outer encirclement were already secretly in position, and directly took off the string of stone magic beads he was carrying in his left hand.

He began to close his eyes and cast spells.

After only two or three breaths, the magic bead in his hand emitted a layer of obvious white light.

If you can look closely, you can find that each of its magic beads is like sixteen dice, and each side has a clear rune depicted in it, like the colored glaze in a translucent glass ball, which makes people faintly visible.

He waved his hand again, and the magic bead flew into the air with a cloud of white mana brilliance and began to expand rapidly.

In less than a breath.

Each bead was already the size of a basin, and more than a dozen magic beads attracted each other like magnets, turning into a stout stone puppet that was half a head taller than the tallest werewolf before it hit the ground.

It just fell with a "boom", and it was directly under Chen Xuyuan's spell command.

Waving two stone arms, he strode into the werewolf with a big stride and slammed into the werewolf, knocking the two werewolves with broken tendons and fractures, and directly vomited blood and fell to the ground.

And that's not all.

He removed a stone stick from his waist and projected it like a javelin, flying straight into the gap in the caravan camp that the werewolves had breached.

I saw a red blood-colored spell light flashing on the stone stick, illuminating the intricate totem patterns engraved on it.

The stone stick that fell to the ground stood upright.

Then, like blowing up a balloon, it unbelievably turned into a hot totem pole the thickness of a tree trunk hugged by a person.

The totem pole also spewed out tongues of fire, burning the approaching werewolves with black fur and a literal ghost howl, preventing most of the werewolves from escaping through the gap in the camp.