The main characters of this operation are not the soldiers, but the existing magicians who are hiding in the corners and shivering.

"Let me ask you again, to go, or not to go?" Pullett didn't have so much patience to care about their feelings, and because of the death of the soldiers, he was in a pile of fire, and it was rare to be able to speak in such a calm tone.

"Don't go! Die and don't go!" everyone shouted in unison, if the zero-distance observation of the monster a few days ago is a psychological shadow, then this time it must be a psychological trauma, the friend who was still laughing with himself just now turned into a blood flower in an instant, and what fell in front of him was a face full of blood and godless eyes as if looking at himself, that kind of despair, I definitely don't want to experience it once, if they really set foot on that battlefield again, they are really afraid of a mental breakdown, they will really die!

"Oh, you think I really don't dare to kill you?" Plitt couldn't stop laughing, his expression suddenly cold, "What makes you have such an illusion? If I can win and kill a few useless people, I will be happy to do it." ”

At this time, a magician walked out, and said in a trembling voice: "I am the only wood-based magician now, if you force us to go to the front line, kill me!"

The wood magician stood in front of everyone and trembled, and from Pulit's mouth, he had already learned that this plan must require a wood magician to be finalized, one of the wood magicians had died on the battlefield, and he was now the only wood magician, which means that he would not die!

The wood mage thought with a slight relief in his heart, forcing himself to stare into Pulit's emotionless eyes.

Pulit looked at the wood-based magician boy who stood up and stared at him quietly for a moment, and suddenly said, "Kill." ”

The soldier behind him immediately drew his knife and raised it to slash.

"Stop. Misha immediately rushed in from outside the tent, looking at the blade hanging in front of the student, the wood magician sat on the ground weakly, his face was full of tears, the knife just now was only a trace away from himself, as long as Misha teacher came in a second late, he would die, they would really kill themselves!

Misha pushed the blade away and glared at Pritt, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why? It's very simple, they didn't listen to my orders at all, that's why, of course they want to kill. "Pritt's words are as relaxed as chopping vegetables.

"They're just students, they're not your soldiers, they've never been to battle, and of course they're hurt to see their friends die in front of them. Misha shouted.

"I don't want to go to the battlefield when I see my friend die? Hahaha, the more than 5,000 soldiers here are all brothers, if we really follow what Teacher Misha said, wouldn't we not have to send troops today? Stay in the barracks, we are sad anyway. ”

Misha's momentum weakened for a moment when she heard this, yes, the lives of more than 2,000 soldiers have completely disappeared.

"Listen to you! I say it again, this is a battlefield, this is not a campus, this is not a place for you to talk and flirt, if you want to live, you can only live by going to the front, only by working hard for the empire! If you have the courage to go to the front line······"

Pulit threw the knife in front of the students and said without a trace of emotion, "Then use the courage you have left to resist me and kill yourself." ”

"If you get out of this tent, it means going to the battlefield, and the escapees - kill!"

Plitt turned and left the tent, leaving only the magicians watching the blades and Misha standing there watching Plitt go out.

"General, if Misha-sensei hadn't had time to rush in, would I have stopped with my sword?" asked the soldier on the side.

"Stop, of course, they are the same as you, a group of recruits, come in and need to beat well, their minds are not bad, although they are all scared, none of them have collapsed, they are not as unbearable as I imagined. "It's okay to scare, but I don't have that penchant for killing people for no reason." ”

To Pulit's surprise, all the magicians came out, although there was still timidity in their eyes, but they were full of determination, very good!

Standing on the front line, Plitt yelled: "Everyone, this time we don't have to fight hard, but to maneuver, as long as the monster doesn't get close to the magician, then his own life comes first, do you hear?!"

"Yes!"

Five water mages, four wind mages, and the only wood mage are ready to fight.

The monster reappeared, its pace was even slower, although the scars on its body had recovered, but they still existed, bowing its head, as if it was the same as a few days ago, an old man in the twilight, and his life was short.

But now everyone looked at the monster solemnly, the weapons in their hands were extremely condensed, and they no longer dared to despise it, and the painful lesson of yesterday was still fresh in anyone's memory.

Everyone rushed up, of course, so did the magician, the water magic rain, it is a fifth-level magic, then the distance from the casting target is within five hundred meters, and the magic of falling rain is acting on the heaven and earth, and the chanting time is extremely long, which means that the magician should sing at a distance of five hundred meters from the monster, once there is an accident, even if the monster does not attack these five people as long as the chant is interrupted, then this plan is completely impossible to complete.

Although Misha is not a water magician, she still stands in front of the five students and looks at them with a smile: "It's okay, you just need to sing." ”

Misha drew a three-level chanting time shortening formation for the five people, and then stood silently in front of them, and the five water magicians looked at Misha's back and looked at each other, nodded, and then began to chant magic smoothly.

With the help of the formation, the chanting time was shortened, but it still took nearly two minutes to complete the chanting, and the dark clouds began to gradually condense directly above the monster, at the same time, Misha and the three students who ran behind him walked to a place three hundred meters away from the monster, the three-level wind magic tornado, although the chanting time was not so perverted, but because the casting distance was too short, it still made everyone's hearts worry.

Because it was in the wasteland, the weather was too hot, and no raindrops were seen falling after the tornado formed above the monster, but the lightning and thunder in the dark clouds were clearly visible.

To everyone's delight, the plan succeeded, as long as there was a final assist from a wood mage.

At this time, when the eyes of the people around him were fixed on the wood magician, he instantly froze in place, holding the seed in his hand step by step was so difficult.

The growth of third-level wood magic does not require a long chanting time, but it requires a long duration of magic, and Pulit temporarily escaped, after all, there is no one else who can put the seed on the monster's back except him.

Without saying a word, Prit snatched the seed from the wood magician's hand, picked it up, and quickly placed it beside Misha.

Once the seeds are placed, it's up to the magician.

Misha held him by the shoulder, and the three wind mages beside him also stood around him, and he looked at them in amazement, and finally began to chant firmly.

After chanting,A seedling gradually woke up in the monster's body,The roots of the tree grasp the monster's body,Strive to grow upward,Maybe the monster has noticed the abnormality,But the monster has no mental care about the foreign body on its body that is gradually getting heavier,Now it has been tired and standing a little laborious。

The small sapling finally grew into a towering tree, and the spiritual power of the four people around the wood magician, including Misha, was exhausted in order to help the seed grow.

"Buzz!"

There was a loud bang, thunder and lightning roared in the sky, and one by one it swam and entwined in the clouds like pythons.

"Everyone back off!" Prit shouted, letting out all of his inner strength, not letting the monster get out of here.

Plitt is thinking too much now, and there is no possibility of leaving with the current monster against a towering tree.

Pulit watched the thunder flicker in the sky and anticipated the timing of his escape.

"It's now!" Plitlett jumped away from the moment!

"Boom!"

A thick thunderbolt slashed down the towering tree on the monster's body with an unstoppable momentum! In the thunder and lightning, everyone could only see that the tree was easily split in two, and the monster's black shadow flashed in the thunder and lightning, and the sky and the earth seemed to be dark.

The monster fell to the ground, motionless, as if it was really dead, and Pulit was not worried that he had let two thousand archers release three arrows, and the monster was now alive and was a large hedgehog.

This time, no one dares to step forward easily, they are all watching from afar, even if this time it is a thunder strike, but who can guarantee that the monster will definitely die?

This time I waited for a long time, from noon to the afternoon, from the afternoon to dusk, it seems that this time... Is the monster really dead?

Cautiously approaching the monster, of course no one dared to approach the head and tail.

Just when someone tried to touch the monster's body with a halberd, the monster moved again, and everyone who was scared quickly retreated, even if Pulit had fought so many battles, he had seen other strange-looking monsters, but it was really the first time he had seen it if he was not dead after being struck by the thunder.

The monster didn't roar, let alone stare at the people around it, it just silently turned its body and crawled in the direction of the canyon with difficulty.

The monster had no ability to get up again, its hind limbs seemed to be unusable, only its two forelimbs were crawling hard, as if there was some reason why it had to go.

Depending on the situation, now is indeed a good opportunity to give the final blow, but I don't know that no one can make a move.