The ten knights left behind outside were not a problem, Baroque cut off the head of the knight leader, walked out of the mine with his hand in his hand, came to those people not far away, threw his head over casually, and shouted indifferently and cruelly: "This is the fate of offending me, all your companions have died in the mine, are you going to avenge them?

Ten cavalrymen hurriedly snatched their heads and looked at them, and they were immediately terrified...... It's really the captain's head, it's over, and the rest of the companions must have died in the mountains!

This was a fatal event, and the rest of the people were immediately frightened, looked at each other, turned around and jumped on the back of the horses beside them, and fled frantically for their lives, as for the nearly a hundred horses and the armor piled up on the ground...... It doesn't matter a life!

In fact, Baroque doesn't want to spend any more energy chasing these people, and he needs to gather strength to deal with the upcoming wind scouts. Although those people will leave some hidden dangers after they escape...... After all, they saw the Baroque, but now they can't care about it.

Calming down and preparing for everything, Baroque was busy shuttling through the mines, blocking several forks in the mines, and then chopping down a few supporting stone pillars with a giant axe, causing them to break and crumble...... Even the supporting stone ridge of the underground hall in the center was cut off by more than half of its thickness with great effort--as long as this stone ridge was broken, the entire underground hall would be buried by a large number of stones, which was a last resort, and would only be used when it was forced to die together.

Try to set up an environment that is conducive to your own planning. The Wind Scout could be there at any moment, and he had to hurry. Susan sat still sluggishly beside her, neither noisy nor sad and crying, quietly watching the Baroque busy.

After more than an hour, Baroque felt like there was only so much he could do. It's all about luck. He carefully helped Susan to hide in a deep tunnel, which was straight as a line, low and narrow. It was only after hundreds of feet of penetration that a slightly wider crater appeared. It was here that Baroque shook the storage ring. Take out the magic crossbow, set it up in the pit, and put the magic arrows, the crossbow string made by the hamstring tendons of the legendary wurm-level monster is not opened.

Just as a human mage can never be a shaman, Baroque is not a mage, and while his shamanic skills seem to be indistinguishable from magic, he cannot use a magical crossbow, even if he pulls his bow with great force. Nor can it stimulate the magic in it. To unleash the terrifying power of the giant crossbow, one can only hope for Susan, a high-level magician.

Baroque had to trick Susan, who was already insane, into deceiving Susan, who was still able to listen to others, otherwise he would have had nothing to do. Whispering softly in her ear, she portrayed her child's killer as a wind scout, provoking the sadness and the madness that followed in her heart. When Susan's eyes were bloodshot again, her expression was hideous and sad, and the magician's aura stirred, even the indifference of the Baroque felt guilty............ Just this once. Only this time. If he kills the Windwhispering Scout and escapes from the area, Baroque vows never to use it again to deceive the poor woman. Will do everything possible to cure her illness, if possible...... With the strength in the future, he doesn't mind helping Susan launch a bloody revenge on the Duchy of Hansea.

Gently placing Susan's hands on a small six-pointed star-patterned array at the end of the magic giant crossbow, Susan's uncontrollable surging magical spiritual power urged the giant crossbow, the crossbow strings bent and tightened silently, and with a slight crisp sound, the crossbow arrow stuck on the card slot. Susan's magic power didn't stop, and she urged into the crossbow, and the arm-thick magic bolt began to glow slightly. I even felt the constant trembling, as if I had accumulated too much terrifying power. ...

That's all there is to it...... There is a huge disparity in the strength of the Baroque and Wind Whispering Scouts. He even had a premonition that he couldn't confront that person head-on, even if that person wanted to kill him. He wouldn't even be qualified to stall for time. Once the Wind Scout enters the pit, Baroque lets the Silver Wolf lure him into the narrow pit and trigger a magical crossbow attack. It's very cramped here, and the wind-whispering scout can't dodge it at all, so he can only carry it.

The magicians of the Padya School of Magic spent a lot of energy and resources to create a giant crossbow that was a strategic-level weapon, specially designed to attack the city walls or destroy the siege giant equipment.

In order to cover up the magic fluctuations in this tunnel, so as not to arouse the vigilance of the wind scouts, Baroque coaxed Susan like a child, and then went to the underground hall, stood the totem pole in it, and released the power of the shaman, and the earth dog Rak immediately turned into a frost wolf and began to swim around the totem pole, the crystal hair on his body flowed shiny, in the dark pit, like a flying elf.

Suddenly, the whole mountain trembled slightly, and if it weren't for the fact that Baroque was in a very delicate state at this time, he could hardly have noticed this tremor. This was followed by several more tremors, from different directions. Baroque didn't even have to think about it, he immediately realized something, and the wind scout came............ He couldn't help but twitch and curse the scorn for his viciousness and cunning............ Judging from the direction from which the tremors came, it was clear that they were several exits from this dwarven pit. Presumably, those exits have been completely blocked, leaving only one passage to enter, so that the wind scouts can easily capture the Hebrewonian wolf without worries!

Sure enough, the Don Wolf on Baroque's body sent a nervous and frightened message again, and they sensed that the Wind Scout was approaching. Baroque stood up, walked to the side of the tunnel, stretched out his arm, and the silver wolf tattoo writhed, as if a piece of mercury had fallen off his arm, and returned to the size of a kitten, covered in silver hair. A little shrunken on his stomach, pitiful.

Baroque reassured it and told it to follow its plan. Seeing that the little wolf nodded in agreement, Baroque ran to the totem pole, ready to put away the totem pole, and hid with Lark on the other side to hide.

As soon as his hand touched the totem pole, a voice sounded in front of him like a ghost: "I really didn't expect that I would be deceived by a lowly orc once! "This guy's speed is so fast, from the time he destroyed a few passages, to the time he passed through the spider's web-like complex tunnels, and then accurately found this place, it only took a very short time, and even the Baroque didn't have time to hide, and his plan was immediately disrupted.

Baroque roared without hesitation, and burst out all his extreme power to attack the guy with a mocking tone, waiting for it to die, it was better to fight hard.

Frost Wolf Rak followed, and instead of unleashing an Ice Blade magic attack, its body turned translucent and floated off the ground, turning its entire body into a ray of light and pounced on the Wind Scout............ The whole process of Rak was completely ignorant, this was his subconscious move after fusing the power of the previous spirit beast of the totem pole.

"Oh, orc shamans, and totem spirit beasts that have only been half-cultivated, I can't imagine that there are remnants of your kind here, so let's all die!" said the wind scout in surprise, the [Wind Bell Bird Phantom Armor] on his body is not known for its attack power, but it is only relatively speaking, the lowest level of the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect's Phantom Armor Warrior is also much stronger than the [Phantom Crystal Armor Warrior] of the secular country. Baroque only saw a transparent glow on the blonde man, and then he floated backwards...... The body didn't seem to be his own, and he heard a few crunching sounds of bones, opened his mouth and spat blood, and his eyes were a little blurry. In a trance, the Baroque seemed to see...... His good brother Lark was punched in the stomach by the Wind Scout, and then pulled out...... Rak's Monster Core was held in the man's hand...

No...... Lack, my good brother, I did you the other!......! His entrails seem to be shattered!

"Weak orcs, you are no longer the overlord of the continent, what about shaman sacrifices? In front of the Holy Apocalypse, you are just a group of poor reptiles. The Wind Scout casually threw away Rak's core, but it was nothing more than a frost wolf, and its core was not yet in sight.

Ignoring the dead giant wolf and the dying orc, the wind scout turned his head and stared at the silver wolf hiding by the side of the tunnel, and finally showed surprise in his eyes: "Hehe, Hebrewonian wolf...... Hatching Hebrewonian wolf cubs, the God of Light is above, and you praise you for such a good time. ”

"Come on, don't hide in vain, I know you can understand me, hand over your father's old wolf's crystal, and then you come with me, and I will guarantee that you will not be killed. The wind scout approached feverishly, muttering temptation.

The silver wolf turned around and drilled into the tunnel, and the wind scout finally became a little impatient in the face of the nearby wolf, and followed into the tunnel without any defense, chasing after the silver wolf.

A short distance away, the wolf suddenly screamed, and then snapped into a pit that suddenly appeared in front of him. The wind scout snorted slightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then the hairs on his body exploded, and a huge danger was coming.

Hearing the scream of the little wolf, Susan, who was full of revenge for her son, subconsciously released the magic that had been accumulated for a long time, and the crossbow strings of the magic giant crossbow drove a huge force to eject abruptly, and the magic crossbow arrow that was almost broken by the magic power shot out with a whistling sharp sound.

The speed of the crossbow arrow was too fast, and the tunnel was too narrow, and the wind scout didn't even have time to turn around and flee, so he could only urge all the power in anger, and the phantom armor on his body was fully revealed, like a delicate metal bird crashing head-on into a magic crossbow arrow...... Click, click, click......!

The Wind Scout is certainly powerful, but it is still slightly insufficient in the face of this kind of strategic-level magic giant crossbow that exists entirely to destroy the city wall. The metal shell of the phantom armor was only delayed for a few seconds, and then it shattered, and with a muffled snort, the giant crossbow exploded, and the metal fragments penetrated the body of the Wind Scout under the impact of the drumming of the magic element!