The Dusaki warriors poured into the warehouse. A heavy iron oak gate was opened by samurai wielding large oars, and inside were stacked many crates. They found a large hole in the ceiling made of white iron, and there were sawdust everywhere in a radius of dozens of yards.

Like a bull ready to charge, twenty teams of men swirled back and forth in the aisle in the middle of the crate, but there was no sign of the robber. "He may be hiding," the captain of the leader decisively judged, "open these crates." ”

There were no crowbars or the like, but the swords they wore were sharp, and at least they could cut through the cork boards made from sawdust. "Ping Pong" was smashed, and soon the whole warehouse was filled with a smell of sawdust.

The air was covered with dust and dust, and the sunlight was constantly dancing through the holes in the ceiling. A large number of bones were scattered from the broken crates, which had been piled up in stacks, as if they had been picked up by some pervert.

"It's very much like a human skeleton, but it's not the same, it seems to have been distort......ed," the captain of the Duchu Warrior's face froze, and he immediately thought of something, "...... They are the bones of those monsters, and this warehouse holds a lot of monster bones!"

The reason why he was able to recognize these monster bones was because there was a time when the Dufall Samurai had been ordered to help someone in the Scales Chamber of Commerce of the Eternal Order bury many of these things.

After the Battle of the Protruding Cape more than a decade ago, all the monsters that died were put to use. However, there is still some loss in the process of being recycled, and these losses become waste.

Soon, the situation in the warehouse was informed by Fezak, who was waiting outside. When the orc wolf rider heard this, he couldn't help but frown, "This slaughterhouse is still smuggling contraband?" he waved his hand, "Let the black-robed mages do some work." ”

Immediately afterward, the two casters summoned several lively air elemental creatures. They ran into the door of the warehouse and came out again, covered in dust and the smell of death.

A few of the dire wolves that had been in the slot (smelling the smell information) stepped forward and sniffed, and then let out a long low roar. "The leopard man is still hiding in this warehouse...... There was also some new smell of blood mixed in...... "The orc wolf cavalry standing next to him immediately judged the messages that their companions wanted to convey, and they reported them to the chief.

"Let the black robe look for the blood there, and hit the fuck with a spell," Fezak ordered decisively. The two black-robed mages immediately walked through the door of the warehouse, and summoned a swirling ball of amber light, guarded by many Dufall warriors. They observed everything around them through this ball of light, and not even the slightest trace of blood could hide under this spell.

It didn't take long for them to lock on to their target. "Here," the two black-robed men agreed, and they took out a bit of dried bat dung from their pockets and crushed it into powder, "Fireball Technique!"

Two fireballs shot out of their fingertips, and they slammed into a pile of wooden crates. The warrior of Du Fall, armed with a large oar, hurriedly stood in front of the mage, resisting the two frail spellcasters from the splashing of wooden spikes and shockwaves.

Several steaming fresh corpses appeared among the crate fragments. There was no blood on the ground, and the samurai who came to inspect it didn't see a single fragment of internal organs. On the broken corpse, there was a large opening from the throat to the lower abdomen, and the heart and liver inside were missing. As for the whereabouts of those organs, it is self-evident.

Just as the caster was about to continue bombing, many people heard a slight scraping sound. Crackling, creaking, light and shallow, but it was there, and it was near them.

A samurai with a pheasant knife suddenly shouted, "There!" Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw something crouching on top of a pile of crates.

The guy looked a little human, but his eyes were blood-red, he was on all fours, and his complexion was like that of a colorful tiger. He moved as smoothly as a mountain stream, and when he was discovered, he slipped away from the top of the stack of crates in a blink of an eye.

The warriors pushed the stack of crates and searched vigilantly with their swords. They don't believe in anything completely invulnerable, but the leopard man is strong, agile, cunning and fierce, and the threat of the sword to him is not really high.

And this was soon confirmed—just when everyone thought they were approaching their target, one of the two black-robed mages who was left behind let out a scream—and he was pulled out of his stomach by a robber who suddenly burst out from the side.

The other black-robed mage escaped because he had reserved a protective spell for himself. When the leopard man pounced on him, a crackling spell flashed on the mage's body. The air flickered with blue lightning. The raider's claws only touched his robe, triggering the lightning shield above, and he had no choice but to retreat for a while.

"Take that mage out," the Captain of the Duchu Samurai had already run over, and he gave the latest order, "Everyone else cheers me up, keep the tip of the gun down, keep the gun down, keep the gun behind, leave a distance of four or five steps, and release the gun to me at the slightest movement!"

The crowd trampled on the fragments of sawn planks scattered on the ground, crunching noises from time to time. Step by step, the aura of fear is gradually condensing. Bang! One of the gunners saw a dark shadow and pulled the trigger.

Everyone was startled, but when they looked through the smoke, there was no leopard man, only wooden debris scattered all over the ground. Phew! Captain Duchu Samurai quenched his phlegm and roared twice like an angry volcano.

Not even a ghost.

But at that moment, something suddenly fell from the ceiling, as black as the purity of the night, as fast as sudden death. Many people only had to think of the phrase "so fast", and the leopard man fell into the crowd. Several samurai with pheasant swords stabbed at each other, but the aisle in the middle of the crate made the formation a little tricky, and they got in the way of each other.

The raider roared and roared, his fangs and claws so fast that it was hard to discern with the naked eye. What's even more anxious is that his minions are too sharp, and those Du Fall warriors wearing fine iron armor can't withstand his attacks.

The only remaining black-robed mage was about to cast a spell, and he took out a handful of night owl feathers and quickly crushed them with his thumb and forefinger, and then decisively recited a spell to add a layer of "owl insight" to the few nearest gunslingers and pheasant blades.

"Calm down, this monster has been beaten to death with a punch before," the black-robed mage revealed the leopard man's past to everyone, "Although his movements are fast, as long as he can't move, we can completely copy what Lord Naru has done!"