One-Eye slammed into the ground, squeezing the air out of the fat. His hand touched the rough ground, and he realized that he must have fallen on the low gravel on the side of the ridge. And his brother, crooked mouth, lay not far from him.

The veteran sand bandit, the newly black-robed mage One-Eyed, climbed up uneasily. Looking blind from the air, the condition on the ridge looks like a forest fire. However, from the ground, it looks like the gates of hell have been opened.

By this time, the wagons had been almost consumed by the flames, and their goods were scattered and burned on the ridge. Rolls of cloth spread out in the mud, cracked barrels oozed liquid, and food was thrown everywhere.

There were also quite a few corpses around them, all of which looked like humans in light armor. He could also see the reflection of the sparkling helmets or the blades of the sword, which must have been the caravan guards who had failed to complete their mission, or rather the caravan guards.

One-Eye moved his aching shoulder, which he felt was only bruised and not fractured. In fact, if he fell headlong from a height of more than 100 feet, even if there was sand as a cushion, he should have fallen harder and heavier than that.

"Thanks to the 'Maniac Armor,'" patted the Eternal Order Scale Chamber of Commerce's fist product on his body, One-Eye was a little glad. His brother should have been worse off than he was, so he hadn't recovered yet. "But he also deserved it. ”

Near the wreckage of the convoy, there was a sudden noise, and One-Eye quickly crouched down and hid behind a flipped board. A voice spoke sharply in an unfamiliar language, and to him, the voice was a little rough, more like an invective.

They were looking for him and crooked mouths. No doubt they saw them fall off the flying carpet and came to search for them. One-eyed saw several hunched figures stooping through the wreckage all over the mountain, leaving bowed silhouettes as they passed in front of the firelight.

"These must be the Raven Guys," something touched in One-Eye's mind, the knowledge he had gained from the Ramsay Monster Instruction Manual handed out by the Chamber of Commerce. He cautiously moved towards the crooked mouth, hoping to stealthily drag his brother into the darkness and not be discovered by the monsters.

However, his hopes were disappointed. There was some noise behind him. Maybe a dead branch snapped, or the sole of a foot stepped into a small pit covered by fallen leaves, or the leather armor hooked up with the bushes.

Anyway, One-Eye immediately realized that there was someone else here, and he immediately turned around and saw ...... A humanoid creature with yellow eyes and a belt of armor all over its body. The guy was holding a torch in his hand, and his beak-like facial features looked even more terrifying in the light of the fire. In his other hand he held a spear, decorated with a string of small white objects.

"Similar to the bad taste of some sand bandits, they like to slaughter and collect the ears of their victims," One-Eye said to himself. The monster pointed its spear at him, and let out a terrible war cry like that of an old owl in the night.

However, his roar was interrupted - the newly promoted black-robed mage whispered a spell, raised his hand, and fired an energy arrow aimed at the monster's abdomen. The monster bowed and fell, and the roar stopped abruptly.

It's just that the monster has already conveyed a warning to the rest of its squad, and the war cry of response is heard everywhere. Two, four, as many as a dozen and a half monsters were closing in on One-Eye's position. What's worse is that they don't seem to have to go down the beaten path. With the claws on their hands and feet, the cornices walk on the ground as if they were walking on the ground, and it won't take long to gather and climb this hill.

One-Eye doesn't know if he'll be able to handle all the monsters here. Kill a dozen and a half, and maybe two dozen new reinforcements will pop up. According to the Ramsay Monster Instruction Manual, these Raven Men were hatched by the Big Monster Boss. They are like leeks and can be harvested one stubble at a time. Because of the low cost of "construction", a lot of them will be dispatched at once for each operation.

Moreover, One-Eyed and Crooked Mouth also had a mission from Quest, and they had to quietly plant a beacon near it in preparation for Sneid's spell to open a solid interdimensional portal. They can't let the news slip out.

If he hadn't been lying on the ground, he would have fled incognito by now. But now, he could only take out his obsidian orb, silently recall all kinds of spells, and find a way to clean up these monsters.

Just as One-Eye was getting ready, a dozen Raven people had already surrounded him in the middle. There was a shrill laugh, and the dark-brown-skinned monsters got out of the way, and another figure staggered out.

The monster's body was slightly thinner than that of his kind, and his back was hunched. He was wearing a long robe, the color was like coagulated blood, and there was a faint smell of rust, and I don't know if it was really dyed by blood.

He raised a hand, palm up, pulled out another dagger, and stabbed his own hand with the tip of the knife. Red blood pooled in his hands with sharp nails.

The robe creature uttered a word that One-Eye had never heard before, and the sound pierced his eardrums, and the puddle of blood in his hand instantly burned. "Humans want to play?" said the monster in the broken human language of Ramsay, "Want to play spells? ”

"Stand down at once," One-Eye narrowed his eyes, and if anyone who knew him well would have known that this cunning fellow was definitely lying now, "or else Lao Tzu will take out your intestines and stuff them into your bird's beak!"

It sounds like a fierce inward, but in fact, One-Eyed wants to paralyze the other party. He has already built a spell model of strong acid arrows, and with plenty of obsidian magic beads, he can release six strong acid arrows at once, and solve half a dozen monsters at once. "Don't stand so far, come over a little," One-Eye silently hoped in his heart.

The robed monster took a step closer, and suddenly, the two monsters to his right let out a scream and flames ignited on their bodies. It happened so quickly that everyone was stunned, and One-Eye was a little surprised.

Holding the flaming blood, the Raven Shaman jerked a "Flame Dispersal" at the two burning companions, intending to rebuke the flame elemental for leaving them. At the same time, however, the other two monsters also burst into flames like dry branches.

Crooked Mouth stood there, where those monsters were. He carried a long obsidian knife with a large canopy of flames. He looked a little embarrassed now, but he was calm. Crooked mouth smiled at the raven shaman, "My brother said that if you don't retreat, you will seek death, and you should follow his orders." ”

"Damn it......" Raven Shaman's curse was interrupted. A large hole had been opened in his chest, and the wound was surrounded by a constant "snort" of flesh being corroded by strong acid. The one-eyed voice came from behind it, "You should also listen to me, I told you yesterday not to talk to street ladies all night at night, and you won't fall off because of dozing off when you drive the flying carpet today." ”

The crooked mouth immediately begged for mercy.

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