The mage merchant felt a palpitation in his heart.

He stopped a little stunned, tilting his head to listen to something, but all he could hear was the sound of the fighting of the warriors on both sides and the buzzing of the spider eater's wings, the merchant shook his head, silently shook the Tyr emblem in his palm, took out the magic missile wand and began to cast the spell, and the energy in the magic net began to condense on the emerald at the tip of the wand, emitting a dazzling light.

Both sides of the fierce battle noticed the mage's movements, and the scimitar warriors were demoralized, wielding their scimitars vigorously to grapple with their enemies, and the bright scimitars flew swiftly in the air, and the fire reflected from the blades almost dazzled the eyes of the spider-eater knights.

The morale of the Spider-Eater Knights was extremely low, and they had to watch out for the attack of the enemy on the other side, and at the same time look at the glowing wand in the mage's hand in horror, and secretly pray that the mage would not shoot the deadly magic projectile at them.

Finally, the mage who had finished chanting the spell had chosen his target, and several bright magic missiles spun around and flew towards the unlucky man, and the chosen knight let out a crumbling scream, he didn't even try to escape, several of his comrades who had died in the previous battle had tried to run away or dodge, but no matter how they dodged, the mage's missiles could accurately hit the target.

The knight routinely blocked his opponent's slash, and then several missiles hit him. Under the gloating gaze of his opponent, the knight's leather armor was pierced through several charred holes, and the magic bullet burst into the knight's body, illuminating the knight's torso, and the knight rose and fell to the ground like a broken ragdoll.

The battered knight screamed and tried to stand up, but the scimitar man, who was already eyeing him, immediately rushed forward and cut the knight's neck, while the mage stared at the knights who were still fighting with ill will, choosing the next target.

The mage was lucky, the priest and the chief led the team to drag the Santarin group, and Link went to the pit where the slaves were located, the mage weighed it and gave up the original plan to attack the portal, and decided to attack the spider-eater knight's livestock pen first, and wait for Link to release the slaves and then attack the portal together, when the mage led the team to arrive, the knights had not yet risen into the air.

Spider-eaters look like wasps, in fact, their habits are similar to insects, at night it is easy to be misled by artificial light sources and lose their sense of direction, the loss of a sense of direction will become very frightened and irritable, night spider-eaters are generally locked in dark and quiet livestock pens, and now suddenly the spider-eaters are going to take to the air at night to fight, and the knights have to waste a lot of time to calm their panicked mounts.

When the mage gave the order to attack, the spider-eater knights were still calming their mounts, and in the face of the enemy's scimitars and bows, the knights who were not good at melee combat had to throw out the fire glue, although it caused a lot of casualties to the enemy, but the fire that burst in the darkness still hurt the sensitive eyes of the spider-eaters, and the spider-eaters were frightened and lifted into the air, and at the same time took away the hope of the knights.

Link couldn't help but look at the pit below, and couldn't help but shudder, and Niata on the side glanced at Link with disdain, calmly stepping on the wooden beams and plank protrusions at the edge of the pit and climbing down.

Looking at Niata's vigorous skills, Link, who was weak in his hands and feet, gritted his teeth and followed cautiously, one-eyed old Joe followed behind Link with a dozen or so warriors, and everyone climbed down cautiously, from time to time there were unsturdy planks and hard sand that were stepped into the pit, causing everyone to be frightened, and Link's feet also slipped from time to time, and he couldn't help but firmly grasp all the parts that could be grasped, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe behind Niata.

Finally, Njata was the first to reach the bottom of the pit, and Link and the warriors climbed down safely one by one, looking at the planks on the pit wall and the partially exposed sand, Njata frowned and said, "I really can't climb out of this angle." ”

Link pointed to the gnome machine that was being used as a fortification by the garrison and said, "It's up to you whether you can get out or not." ”

The slaves at the bottom of the pit greeted Link very excitedly, telling them about their sorrows and misfortunes, expressing their desire for revenge and their unwillingness to be slaves.

Under Link's organization, the slaves picked up their pickaxes and rushed to the garrison's fortifications, while the warriors mixed with bows and arrows to shoot at the garrison, and Link and Nyata took advantage of the chaos to rush at the dwarf machines.

These machines are very strange, and you can probably see what they are used for, but the workmanship seems to be extremely rough, Link rushed to an excavator, while carefully dodging the guard's crossbow arrows, while checking, through the thick smoke exhaust pipe and the obvious smell of soot, and the huge water tank at the tail, Link judged that this thing was steam-powered, and got into the narrow cab, and Link understood the driving method in a while.

The narrow cab allowed the gnome to sit comfortably, but Link could only curl up, but the excitement of getting a new weapon diluted the discomfort, Link pressed the button to start the boiler, and the roar began to sound, Link tore open a spell scroll, and poured the surging arcane energy into the clear crystal in front of the console, the clear crystal turned red, and the energy flowed down the conduit into several small crystals, and some lingua franca was marked next to the crystals.

Link poured spiritual power into different crystals, and the machine began to move according to the lingua franca next to the crystal, forward and backward, lifting the shovel and putting it down, Link nodded, this kind of machine is already very advanced in terms of power, but it can only rely on the mage in terms of control.

After quickly finding the confused Niata and teaching how to use it, the two excavators began to exert their might, finding a specific angle, and turned sideways to dig out some planks from the pit wall, and the loose sand poured out, plus the ropes dropped on it and the wooden beams and planks between the sand, the slaves could also step on the soft sand.

Under the desperate gaze of the garrison, two excavators buried the entrance to the stone house with sand, and the garrison had to abandon the advantageous terrain and start charging, but was beaten back by the slaves and warriors, and had to choose to hold on and wait for help. Link jumped out of the excavator and led the slaves out of the pit and towards the portal.

Fernande grinned and cast a healing spell, healing the wound in his abdomen, stroking the wound, still a little stinging, the dozen or so remaining soldiers of the Santarin Society were beheading the captives one by one, the captives all looked lost and depressed, quietly leading the neck to kill, the body of the barbarian chief was cut into three pieces, and the expression on his face still showed a roar.

Sighing, Fernande looked at the corpse of the mage, and the mage's face showed a look of confusion and surprise, as if he was still wondering about the fact that he was actually dead.

The priest of Tyr blew himself up with his divine power, which not only caused heavy casualties to the soldiers of the Santarin Society, but also scattered the mage's invisibility and protection spells, and the dizzy mage collided with the angry barbarian chieftain, and the ending can be imagined, Fernande sighed, and had a headache about how to explain to Danzoka.

At this time, a cry from the mage apprentice interrupted Fernande's reverie, and an emerald green ray shot out of thin air from the air, and Fernande, who had been consumed by the protective magic technique, was immediately shattered, and his last thought was a deep doubt: "Isn't there no high-level mage in the Yin Soul Man? How can you still use dissociation?"

Link and the mage merchant led the team to meet at the portal, but there was no news of the priest and chief, the elite guards of the Santalin Society were in full array, and in front of the portal was a small "black road" army that rushed to support, just when the two sides were about to fight to the death, the high-level mage of the shadow appeared.

Geokinetic spells broke the formation of the Santarin Society, a series of lightning bolts scorched the elite soldiers of the Santarin Society, and the collective suggestion technique caused the survivors to start killing each other, and in the face of the Yin Soul Mage who was constantly shuttling in the shadows, all the attacks of the Santarin Society were ineffective, and the mage finally summoned a ferocious bear, easily killing the last few members of the elite guard, and the reinforcements in front of the portal fled back in a hurry.

The shadow mage came to the portal and made a few complicated gestures, Link felt an obscure wave of magic, and the portal with a bright light suddenly went out, and the ghost was haunted in the black mist, and a pair of red eyes were very conspicuous in the black mist.

"Which of you is the leader?" said the Shade slowly, looking at Link and the Merchant.

The two said at the same time, "I am!" and then looked at each other with the smell of gunpowder.

The Yin Spirit trembled a few times in the black mist, and made a few strange sounds, as if amused: "Then let's talk about them one by one." Then he walked lightly to the tent next to the portal, and the merchant followed first.

The slaves erupted in cheers and hugged each other, while the tribesmen and the merchant's subordinates guarded each other, and Link perfunctorily hugged a few of the slaves who rushed up, suddenly feeling a chill on his face and raising his head.

The sky has been clouded and brightened at some point, the newborn "Atta" is a little hazy, the very rare gray clouds in the desert are shrouded in the sky, blocking the newborn "Atta", feeling the coolness on his face again, Link stretched out his hand to the sky and muttered, "It's snowing." ”