Ordinary invisibility techniques do not conceal aggressive movements, and are most likely related to the mood swings that occur when attacking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoMaybe it would be better to leave this question to a halfling who is proficient in psychic abilities, when fighting, Zhao Mai really didn't have the energy to think about these marginal questions.

He and Butcher split up and circled on either side, one left and one right flanking the Manticore. A monster spurred on by psychic abilities is biting at a white-robed sand thief, ripping her guts out of her soft belly. To deal with this animal, it is necessary to use heavy weapons and smash its skull open. Like this sand thief just now, using a bone dagger, he could only cut through the outer skin, causing a shallow wound that had little impact on the battle situation.

The sand thieves did not dare to surround it, so they could only shoot stones with slings to counterattack. The manticoremon wriggled and shrithed, shielding the stone bullets with its corpse, howling in rage. But although he was angry, he turned a blind eye to Zhao Mai and Butcher, who walked over blatantly. Others, whether sand pirates, mantises, or halflings, can guess the approximate idea just by thinking about it.

The Mantis Man knew that the Manticore had a great grip on the sand thieves, and in the unfavorable situation of the battle, he could not waste this thug in vain. He flicked his whip and forced his enemies back. Unexpectedly, the sand thief who was fierce and armed with a big stone hammer did not resist and took the initiative to give up the way. The mantis man jumped sharply and took advantage of the situation to rush towards Zhao Mai's back.

"Be careful!" a sand thief shouted stupidly, but it was a wake-up call for Zhao Mai. As soon as the druids whistled, they ordered the war dogs to attack, which had been hidden as reserves. The Reserve Savior was so anxious that he rushed out of the corner of the battlefield and hit the mantis man on the thigh with his head. The mantis man didn't say a word, and slashed horizontally with a bone tooth dagger. The leather armor of the war dog was cut into a large hole, and some hair was lost in the reserve grain.

"Stupid lion, attack to the right!" the halfling roared, ordering to pass with the psychic ability. At the same time, Zhao Mai and Butcher have already launched an offensive. The sword slid like a meteor, slashing at the manticore's neck with all the strength of Butcher. Zhao Mai was more steady, knowing that in the case of an attack on the head, the tail of the manticoremon was its biggest counterattack. So he stood up and stabbed the scorpion's tail from behind, then twisted it so hard that it tore off one of its tails.

Blood with paralyzing venom spurted out, and Zhao Mai hurriedly avoided it, and at this time, the mantis man also rushed over. It was delayed by the reserve of food and lost the best chance to save the scene, causing the manticore to be hit hard, and this anger had to be vented on Zhao Mai!

"Death, thief!" the mantis man spoke inarticulately, always with a rustling noise. He used a whip, a stick and a dagger to launch a series of attacks on Zhao Mai.

The martial arts of the praying mantis people always reveal beauty, no matter how large or small the amplitude of the movement is, an elegance is irrepressibly displayed. Beauty represents efficiency in many cases, and the pursuit of efficiency beauty has long been integrated into the blood of the mantis race. Zhao Mai only insisted on four moves before he became scrambling, the defense line was full of flaws, and he didn't even have a chance to aim and pull the trigger. Although the mantis man does not know what the muzzle of a musket is, it can still use multiple weapons to force the blade of the spear out of the threatening range.

The long whip flung over from an unexpected angle and wrapped around Zhao Mai's neck. The whip, as rough as sand, tightens constantly, cutting off blood and oxygen. Zhao Mai wanted to cut off the whip, but he had to use the megalodon to block the dagger that stabbed him in the heart first. Out of the corner of his blurry eye, he saw the stick pumping towards his temple from the other side, and he could only try to pull his shoulder back, hoping that the megalodon would catch up. There was a loud sound of the "bell", and my ears were numb.

The Sand Pirates had long since dispersed to deal with the other enemies, and Butcher was still making a final break with the frantically struggling Manticore. "Grandpa" with four subordinates has already forced the mantis man into a corner, and when he saw Zhao Mai, who was about to be strangled, the corners of his mouth hidden under the face towel were slightly upturned. Although there are still halflings that have not been resolved, the current pace of the battle is what he wants the most.

Suddenly, a spear stabbed through his side and burrowed into his ribs. With anger and horror, he saw the bewildered eyes of his men. "How dare you betray me?" the grandfather roared, and the stone hammer whistled and smashed the man's head.

The wound under his ribs was painful, and the blood stained his robe red, like a blooming rose. They all wore armor under their white robes, and the "grandfather" was still a hard armor made of the scale skin of a sand lizard. But no one should know that this armor doesn't protect the side waist, this should be a secret within a secret?!

And there is no traitor, there cannot be only one traitor. It takes a lot of courage to betray, and a single person can't gather that much courage. As for the sand thieves who were killed by the mantismen in chaos, it looked like a traitor, because people who fought the enemy wholeheartedly would not be killed so quickly.

The stone hammer in her hand became fiery, like sand in the scorching sun, like her skin. It seems that memories of the past appear in front of me, and some forgotten fragments also surface. By the way, he remembered that Latuma's sister was pushed into a quicksand pit by himself and drowned, although she deserved the crime of disobedience, but would Latuma hide her cruel thoughts until now, and have been secretly planning revenge?

The more I think about it, the more likely it is, and the more I look at him, the more it looks like he has something to hide. The grandfather took a deep breath, avoided the mantis man's weapon, quietly picked up a stone, and threw it out violently. The flying stone flicked off the ground and struck Latuma in the knee in an arc. Just stumbling, this guy with a "hidden evil heart" fell to his knees and just rolled in front of him.

He looked down and saw Latuma reaching into his arms, trying to pull something out. "You traitor!" the grandfather was furious, and struck him down with a hammer, smashing his upper body to pieces. From between the fingers that had turned into paste, the grandfather really found a dagger, a sharp dagger sharpened from obsidian. "Here's the proof!" he picked up the dagger and showed it to the others: "They are all traitors......

Before he could shout the word "disciple", his stomach was pierced by a stone spear. The mantis people have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and they can finally solve this master with a hammer. The grandfather roared angrily, but he didn't retreat at all, grabbed the spear shaft with one hand and dragged it deeper, and raised the hammer with the other hand to smash it. Mantis people are very flexible, but their insect-like slender bodies are not strong, and they can't be tough. And neither a whip nor a bone-toothed dagger could stop the heavy stone hammer. The mantis man was smashed in the shoulder and chest, and the green blood splattered everywhere, and it could not even let out a wail, and it was hit in the head again by a hammer, and exploded like a watermelon.

The grandfather struggled to draw out the stone spear, such a heavy injury could not heal itself, even the doctor would be helpless. Unless a priest or high-ranking Templar can jump out of the cracks in the mountain, this life will be confessed. He lifted his robe to see how much time he had left, but to his surprise, he only had a wound on his stomach, and his side was unharmed. What's going on? He was a little confused.

On the side of the battlefield, the halfling's glowing eyes dimmed, and he withdrew his mental tentacles in the sand bandit leader's brain and began to choose the next target to control. These sand thieves lack mental protection in their minds, and it is not troublesome to do it, but it is very energy-intensive after all. Soon, he set his eyes on the big man, and he was able to tear off the head of the manticore lion with both hands, which was really a natural divine power!

As for the man who was about to be strangled, the weapon in his hand was quite valuable, enough to make up for the loss this time, and then he could make a lot of money!