On the periphery of the station, there were some jackals and demon thieves gathered in threes, threes, fives, and fives. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info they form dozens of small scattered groups, hiding behind shrubs and tall thatch. The Jackal Thieves in each group are armed with different weapons, ranging from throwing spears to swords and shields, to nets and crossbows. A variety of weapons from near and far are readily available and well matched. Obviously, each small group is a complete fighting group, capable of fighting independently and cooperating with each other, even more formal and orderly than some human bandits!

This kind of formation is impossible to do without a high level of intelligence. Hurd was right, they really couldn't be treated as ordinary low-level demons.

The five fully transparent golems continued to explore, and soon one of them discovered an even more striking sight - the small groups of jackals and thieves were mostly lying in ambush on the west side of the caravan station, far away from the side of the wasteland city. On the east side of the station, on the side facing Wasteland City, there is a large forest. At least seventy or eighty jackal thieves are lurking inside!

Mu Qingyang secretly ordered the puppet to get close to the woods to investigate, and he sensed some spell fluctuations! Apparently there were wolf demons who could spell spells, or they carried spell tools. Maybe even both.

If these jackal thieves launch a surprise attack that disrupts the caravan's formation and morale, the fleeing people will instinctively flee to the wasteland city, or find a place where they can hide, for example, the woods!

If that were the case, they would only be made dumplings alive by these tactically proficient jackal thieves.

Now the matter can be very big, there is a mage who knows third-order magic in the caravan and a magic elite who can only use second-order magic, the leader of the group of mercenaries, and the two sides are not at odds. If you work hard, you will still suffer a big loss.

But on his side, he can't show too much, too high ability, so as not to expose his identity. Well, let's tell the boss and the mage about it quietly.

So he woke up Sofina and Hurd and told them the situation. When the two of them took out their weapons, staffs, potions, etc., and prepared for battle, they came to the big tent where the caravan owner and the mage lived together.

It was a large gray tent as large as an ordinary farmhouse, but it was rudimentary in appearance, with only a few caravan signs and slogans painted on it. When Mu Qingyang just walked to the door of the tent, the mage's voice came from inside: "Who?" Hold it! Listening to his tone, he looks like a cat that is about to burst out and hurt people.

Mu Qingyang lowered his voice and said, "It's me, Master Liberty." ”

The mage must have placed a magic alarm on himself, so he was immediately awakened by the spell as soon as a creature approached, even if the comer used various disguised skills or spells (such as invisibility, etc.) to no avail. It's more useful than the best dogs. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but admire the strangeness of magic in my heart.

In the tent, the mage and the caravan owner hurriedly put on their clothes while listening to Mu Qingyang inform them of the critical situation outside.

But the reaction of the two of them afterwards was very calm, and the mage snorted coldly and asked, "They haven't shown any signs of moving yet?" ”

"Nope." Mu Qingyang was a little surprised by the performance of the two of them. I thought that the two of them would be panicked, but who knew that they looked like people who had experienced strong winds and waves, and their faces were calm and even showed a trace of disdain for so many wolf demons. continued: "According to my small golem report, they seem to be patiently waiting for something. ”

The mage sneered softly again and said, "They're waiting for the fog outside to get thicker. When they can't see within 10 feet, they're going to do it! At that time, our people could not see each other, could not accurately dispatch and assist each other, and morale could easily collapse. With their keen sense of smell and hearing, they can accurately find targets in the darkness and fog, and use their special sounds to transmit messages to each other and cooperate in battle. The winner can be determined immediately! ”

He turned around again to thank Mu Qingyang, and said, "If we don't know the situation, we will suffer a big loss." But now that we know, they've already lost half the way. Can you pinpoint the exact location of the ambushers to the west? ”

Mu Qingyang hesitated, half of the summoned elements did not have the subtle connection between themselves and the mage, and it would be a little troublesome if someone noticed it. But after a little thought, he said, "Yes." ”

The mage smiled and said, "Wait until we tell the guys to get ready." We work together to attack first, you point out the location, and I launch a spell attack. Hit them off guard! Although those jackals and thieves are cunning, they are quite greedy for life and afraid of death. If the battle goes well, it will move forward, and the slightest setback will hesitate to retreat. As long as we start to teach them a lesson, they will naturally understand that the matter is exposed, and they will retreat without a fight. ”

Mu Qingyang said in his heart: I see, no wonder you are so calm. It turns out that you have already figured out the habits of these little things, and the tactics of dealing with them are also very familiar. I'm underestimating you.

But he promised as usual, and he went out to prepare.

With a "boom", the flames burst somewhere outside the caravan station, and the flashes and loud noises in the fog looked unusually dull. The jackal thief in charge of the feint on the west side screamed in fear, followed by several basin-sized bursting fireballs. After a few "booms, booms", a few poor wolf demons' scorched stumps fell on the ground - each burst of fireball accurately hit a cloud of jackal demon thieves, covering them in the fog, which would have become a disadvantage in obscuring their vision. Although the strong and agile ones avoided it, killing only a few of the sluggish ones, each accurate attack caused a great deal of panic and confusion to the Jackal Thieves in the west. After a few hits, they make a weird "hiss, hiss, smack, smack" sound and begin to trot backwards and retreat.

The mage watched with satisfaction as he continued to direct the burst fireball stored in his wand to fly out. Hitting in the direction and distance pointed out by the "puppet mage" beside him, every time he heard the screams of the jackal demon thieves in the fog, he launched spells more and harder, causing the fireballs to whizz out one after another.

It's been a long time since it's been so smooth! He thought happily in his heart: it was really unheard of for this mage to be able to receive reconnaissance information from a small puppet from a long distance. However, the universe is so vast that we mages are only allowed to invent all kinds of novel spells, and we are not allowed to study new technologies? If there is such a person to accompany the long-range attack in the future, it will be a pleasing thing to make the enemy fall desperately at a great distance.

He added another "ear sharpening technique" to himself. Instead of enhancing hearing, this spell uses the power of the spell to "place" a snooping energy field somewhere at a distance, allowing you to "hear" the surrounding images from the perspective of this peeping field. Since this spell field is completely detected by spells, it can be clearly "heard" in any environment.

He heard a scattered sound "around", and it seemed that the formation of the jackal thieves had dispersed. One is to run for your life, and the other is to use loose formations to avoid area attacks that explode fireballs. Although they are very good at tactics, they have shown a flaw in their strategy, and the only way to escape is to avoid being hunted down.

So he proudly announced to the caravan boss beside him: "Our goal is basically completed, we only need those mercenary soldiers to come and stabilize the position." As he spoke, he smiled at Mu Qingyang to show his gratitude.

Before the boss's smiling face could unfold, a guy ran over and shouted, "Boss! Mackenzie: They won't come! They say they don't have a responsibility for tonight unless you pay them all these weeks. ”

The faces of the boss and the mage turned pale, and the jackals and thieves were all clever ghosts, and if those mercenaries couldn't die in battle, they would definitely see the flaws! As soon as they rush over, the team will collapse immediately! Although those fellows have been in the rivers and lakes for some years, they are only amateur thugs after all, and they are really far from those regular army or professional bandits.

No, now there are more than a dozen guys who are hiding behind the cart, and their legs are trembling and they can't even hold the dagger in their hands. It seems that he will leave his companions behind at any time and run for his life.

The Jackal Demon Thief is really shrewd. After they had taken a few dozen steps back and didn't hear the sound of chasing or shouting behind them, they knew immediately that something was wrong with the team. Some of the dexterous creatures, with a few long leaps as light as a chariot, quietly ran back, and swooped into the tall grass to scout this way.

After a while, several hoarse but penetrating voices sounded in the vast fog. The jackals and thieves on the west side rushed back. The formation still spread out to fight the mage's bursting fireballs, but they were as fast as the wind, and they could easily chase the rabbits. In a few breaths, he rushed to a distance of more than 70 or 80 feet outside the caravan station.

The mage hurriedly raised his wand and unleashed several bursting fireballs. However, the other party is very scattered and very clever. With caution, a few balls were only slightly injured in the past, and when they got up, they jumped more than ten feet and rushed to this side like a light sparrow.

The men all gathered together, took out improvised weapons and wooden round shields, and prepared to resist the first round of the jackal thief's onslaught. But when they heard the strange hiss of jackals and thieves in the fog, they didn't know how many of them there were, what kind of weapons and equipment they were holding, and what kind of formation they were going to use, so they were all timid. His face was frightened and uneasy, and there was no look of firmness or fortitude.

Mu Qingyang sighed secretly, knowing nothing about the enemy would cause a strong fear. In this way, you will definitely lose, unless the fog is dispersed so that both sides can see each other, so that the doubts and fears of the guys can be dispelled.

So he pressed the wind talisman hidden in his clothes, and used his demonic power to run the "weather manipulation" spell that the seal possessed. After refining the rune into a seal, you only need to consume demonic power to make the rune produce a certain spell. There is no level limit for spell slots, and it can be issued as long as there is still demonic power.

Now, in addition to "Manipulating the Weather", this "Wind Seal" can also perform the Wind Wall Technique and the Hidden Mist Technique.

Now that he activated the Wind Seal with all his strength, the fog had faded a lot in a few breaths, and he could vaguely see movement in the distance. At this rate, it will not take more than half a minute to create a large fog-free combat area in the vast fog.

But it was too late, and the jackal thief slammed a neat javelin projection, like a sharp and terrifying rain falling from the sky.

At the heart of Javelin Rain is the mage!

Although he had already added hazy magic to himself, his body and surroundings were filled with a large cloud of distorted and blurred light and shadow, which could prevent point-to-point attacks. But now it's a swarm area attack, and the spell is useless. So he burst out of his mouth like a cannon, faster than a tongue twister.

Buzzing, a half-human-long, translucent spell shield appeared above his head, helping him fend off the javelin. He himself was half-crouched, trying to reduce the area of attack.

And the spell in his mouth still did not stop, and he made various gestures in his hand quickly, and his flexible and fast appearance was several times faster than that of a deaf and mute person playing sign language! I really don't know how they usually train.

The rain of sharp javelins whizzed down, and a few unlucky, slow-moving fellows were immediately stabbed in the heart!

Double, thump, two powerful javelins slammed into the circular mage's shield, nearly shattering. Then a third, heavy, powerful javelin flew in.

With a thud, the mage's shield shattered into nothingness.

The javelin castration is unabated, and the straight stab mage is coming!

With a whoosh, it pierced the mage's body.

But at this moment, the mage's body was already rapidly twisting and expanding, turning into a cloud of golden smoke in the blink of an eye, slowly rising into the sky. A few more javelins shot through the golden cloud and fell to the ground, but the golden cloud was not damaged at all. It turned out that the moment the third javelin stabbed down, he had already completed the "Vaporize Form" spell. Normal power attacks are now completely useless against him, unless the opponent's javelin is a demonized weapon to damage him.

The mage, who had turned into a golden cloud, ascended safely, flying higher and higher, and soon was far away from the entire camp - he was safe.

However, the caravan on the ground was in danger, and another round of powerful javelin rain swooped down viciously from the sky, unstoppable!

Screams rang out, and several people were pierced through their arms and thighs, and were wailing and lying on the grass convulsing and struggling.

The Jackal Demon Thieves quickly gathered together and reconstituted a well-established battle group. With the cooperation of various weapons from near and far, they launched a merciless attack on this side. Several ferocious battle groups even broke into the caravan's garrison and collided with the poorly equipped and timid men.

Blood splattered like water, screams rang out like gongs—all human, of course.

Before the men could get close to the battle group of the jackals, they were accurately shot by javelins that came from the barrage, or fell to the ground screaming or muffled, and they didn't see it alive. As soon as the brave approached them, they were overwhelmed by spears and could not get closer. Those men with combat experience managed to cross the range of the spear, and were blocked by the jackal demon thief with a short sword with a round shield. They shield their bodies with round shields and directly charge at the human brave. As soon as he collided, he took advantage of his short stature and swung his sword to cut the legs and feet of humans.

The brave man fell with a scream, blood spurting from his legs and filling the bleak weeds of the dark night. Their individual bravery, with the strict tactical cooperation of the jackals and demon thieves, is nothing more than an honor!

Although the combined number of combat groups was less than fifteen people, they were like no one, crisscrossing seventy or eighty human groups. Everywhere you go, the humans killed are like gourds rolling on the ground, and the collapse of morale is just around the corner! (To be continued.) )