It was a sudden encounter, just like this desert, with a sudden sandstorm and a sudden man-eating monster. The only constant www.biquge.info is death, just like the cruel nature of the desert.

The ten white-robed men who charged up had the numerical advantage, and their opponents were three mantismen, a halfling, and a manticore. The Mantis are creatures unique to the planet Atas, a race created by halflings at the end of the Teal Age. They are naturally formidable combat weapons, with two strong legs, four agile hands, and a terrifyingly toothy mouth. They are taller than normal standing mantises, and there is not much room for them in their slender brains, but most of them are combat skills.

Four hands give them a lot of convenience, and the biggest advantage is that they can hold more weapons at the same time. Of course, it wouldn't be such a boring option as four longswords - they couldn't afford to equip them with so many long swords due to the lack of metal. Wooden shields, stone spears, whips, long clubs, bone daggers, or wolf "fang" clubs. The Mantis people use nothing more than a combination of these weapons.

Let's talk about the manticore. It has the body of a lion, the wings of a bat, and the tail of a scorpion, and its skin is orange-red because of the strong toxins. Adult manticores are capable of spewing fire or poisonous mist, depending on their sex. However, on the mountainside platform, this is a manticore lion is still a minor, with an iron ring around his neck, and the chain is grasped in the hands of the halfling, which does not pose much of a threat.

Of course, there is no threat not to refer to the halfling. In fact, on the contrary, halflings are the biggest threat. When halflings ruled the world, they had already created psychic abilities. Even today, long in decline, halflings are still one of the strongest psychic races. Judging by his expression and posture, it seems that he is instilling some knowledge into the manticoremon with his psychic ability, and maybe when he loosens the chain in his hand, the young manticore will become the biggest killer.

Because it can fly, no one else will.

"Grandpa" led the white-robed man to rush forward, and the mantis man didn't seem to expect to encounter so many enemies, and after being stunned for a while, he also began to charge. Each mantis man was assigned two opponents, and the unlucky one was besieged by four.

"The manticore and the halfling are handed over to you, and we deal with the mantis!"

Grandpa has a good calculation, but Zhao Mai will not be fooled. He shouted, "Deal with one first!" and then led Butcher to the mantis man who was being charged by the four.

"Ahh So that the "eldest son" beside him would have the opportunity to sneak up on the enemy with that spear smeared with poison.

Seeing a strong man rushing over, the mantis man let out a piercing scream. He swung all his weapons, jerked open a little space, and leaped hard. The strong hind legs brought up a puff of smoke and dust, and the mantis man jumped up directly for a full ten meters, and firmly nailed it to the sloping mountain wall. He adjusted the weapon in his hand, and a pair of large compound eyes assessed the situation on the field to see which one had the better attack above his head.

"Damn, get the rope nets!" the grandfather roared, and immediately two people withdrew from the battle group and pulled things out of their backpacks. The mantis man on the rock wall immediately chose his target. Although the halfling shouted, "No, withdraw!", it was too late.

The so-called rope nets are just traps, and even if there is such a thing, the person who takes out the rope net will be killed first because he does not have the weapon at hand. Grandpa's tactics are simple, the jumping praying mantis is difficult to catch, but as long as you know where he will go next, it is much simpler.

The mantis man does not have wings, and after he starts to fall, he can adjust his body posture by a small margin. The spear, hammer, and slingling projectiles are fired together, enveloping the decoy and praying mantis at the same time. The mantis man did his best to dodge, and although he broke the head of a sand thief, he was also smashed with a leg.

Green bodily fluids flowed from the severed limbs, and the mantis man became enraged, his whole body swelled and turned yellow, and he stabbed the nearest person with his pincer-like claws. With long hands and long feet, Butcher drew his sword and slashed the mantis man's stick, slicing open its belly.

The steel longsword reflected a beautiful glow in the moonlight, what a beautiful weapon it was. Many warriors spend most of their lives not necessarily saving enough money to build their own steel weapons. Everyone's eyes were staring at such a fine piece, and the battle on the field even paused for a second, and then everyone finally withdrew their gaze from this long sword. Coincidentally, everyone's combat style tends to be conservative, because only by surviving first can they finally get the spoils of war.

It was a mistake to forget to tell Butcher about this. Zhao Mai was a little annoyed, but there was nothing to do. Taking advantage of the gap in the tricks, he quietly pushed the bullet, ready to fire the musket at any time.

Although it seems complicated, it only takes a dozen seconds. After the halfling cast the spell, the manticoremon was fifty percent larger under the effect of the psychic ability! It was originally just a foal, but now it looks like a rhinoceros, still with claws, flying, and poisonous. The two praying mantis had a tacit understanding, and they approached each other while fighting, and finally formed a defensive circle with weapons flying up and down after finally meeting, blocking the enemy's siege.

The Manticoremon rushed up and headed straight for Butcher. Zhao Mai hurriedly stepped forward to fight side by side with Butcher. The manticore's eyes were red, its sharp teeth were constantly opening and closing, and its sour saliva was splashing everywhere. A white-robed man, with good intentions, tried to go around the manticore's back and attack. But the heavy aura on his body betrayed his intentions. The manticore glanced behind him, flicked his tail, and plunged the stinger into the man's feet.

Zhao Mai pulled Bucher back and cast a spell. This time I still have to absorb the natural force around me, the same pain and torment. Thankfully, the spell spell was short, and he did the preliminary work of harmonizing with the local environment. The magic ran down his hand and climbed up Butcher's back, wrapping himself around as well.

The white-robed man wielded a wooden stick and failed to hit the manticore, but poisoned his feet. The wound immediately paralyzed, and then became completely unconscious. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a hidden dagger from his sleeve, sharpened from the teeth of a sandworm behemoth during a hunt, and had been hidden for a long time. Only sharp things can cut through the flesh, and it is much better to lose a foot than to lose a life.

Seeing this scene, the halfling raised his eyebrows, and a wave of mental fluctuations was transmitted. He constructs the manticore's tail in his own mind, and then projects it into the mind of "foot poisoning". The sand thief who was cutting the surface of his feet was in a trance, and he felt that he was constantly attacked by the manticore, and his shoulders, chest, and back were all stabbed by the stinger.

There was no feeling, no pain, no sourness, just an endless fear of death. He remembered (echoed) a passage in his head, and he had forgotten when, where, and from whom he had heard about it. "The manticore's toxin didn't feel at first, but then it became more and more terrifying, and it was tortured for three days and three nights before it died. And its paralysis will make people not even have a chance to commit suicide. If you find that you can't remove the poisoned part, then take advantage of your strength and quickly free yourself. ”

"Hurry up and free yourself. He said this at the same time as the halfling. Then, the sand thief turned his dagger and pierced his own heart.

The manticore stabbed for a moment, then turned its head and disappeared Bucher and Zhao Mai. Neither sight, smell, hearing, nor the faint sense of flutter could detect the target that the halfling's owner had asked to kill. The manticore roared, feeling that he had been fooled, and turned his head and rushed towards the other white-robed ones.

Butcher's muscles tensed, and he was ready for the most demanding battle, but he didn't expect the enemy to run away. Zhao Mai knew that he had some doubts, so he quickly explained: "This is a spell that is invisible to animals, and I have specially prepared to deal with terrifying wild animals. The Manticore can't see you, but the others aren't, understand?"

"What are you going to do?" Butcher looked at the situation on the field.

"Let's kill the manticore first, it's the most dangerous after all, let's cooperate!" Zhao Mai bit his lip: "Seize the opportunity to sneak attack!"