This Terran was completely different from the other captives, and the other mercenary warriors begged for mercy or shouted at the Quaid warriors, but this man remained calm. The fist pounded into the emaciated Terran's body, causing him to fall to the ground like a worn-out sandbag. But from that thin and ordinary face, the hunter could only see painful convulsions.

Turning into the celebratory crowd, Riga stared at the calmly beaten Terran with an interested expression. In this way, the hunter watched him being knocked down again and again, and watched as all the captives were dragged into a low wooden house at the orders of the chief. It was the kennel where the sled dogs used to live, but now the loyal beasts had a new home.

"Lord, God of the Harvest, you have angered the Venerable Baron Auston Francis, and we are his trading caravans. You heretics will face divine punishment!I'm going to ......" As the last Terran was stuffed into the kennel, he turned his head to the Quaid warrior who was pushing him with his hand, waving his right hand as if he were holding something.

This Terran was different from the others, he had a white face and a very clean silver beard. Her shiny short hair of the same color sticks to her head, as beautiful as a precious metal that has been finely crafted. The tunic sewn with fine linen and velvet was stained with yellow-black mud, and there were several cuts torn out of the cuffs and neck. Although this human race is dressed in tatters, it still has an air that makes people feel "noble".

"Terran, remember who you are, you're a captive now. Palon, who had been following him, interrupted him. The frightened Quaid warrior immediately reacted and punched him angrily.

The heavy, hard fist made the Terran immediately shut its mouth. He clutched his hit stomach and fell backwards, his body bent like a boiled prawn. The other Terran captives immediately reached out and grabbed him, and then pulled him into the cramped kennel.

The Quaid tried to go up and kick him, but Paloon held him back. "Stop! Remember the chief's words, this Terran is a guy of noble blood. With him, we'll be able to get more steel from the Terrans!"

Paloon's words made the Quaid warrior give up the beating, but he glared at it fiercely, startling the Terrans locked in the kennel.

Riga also followed the crowd to the kennel where the captives were kept, he wanted to hide from being seen by Paloon and the others, but the people around him respectfully made way for him. The good wine-drinking Quaids had already told the story of the contest between Paloon and Rega. In the tribe, force is the most important factor in earning respect, so these weaker tribesmen have made way for the hunters.

It wasn't until Riga reached the front of the crowd that he saw the rich booty that the chief had brought back. Dozens of Kabajin dwarfs laden with goods were parked next to the stables, heavy chests and bags unloaded, from which Quaid warriors found furs, steel coins, and iron weapons.

The surrounding clansmen were already mad at this astonishing wealth, and they blushed as they watched the Quaid warriors who had participated in the battle distribute their possessions, talking and marveling at each other. Riga also felt his heart flutter, no one could remain calm in the face of such a huge wealth.

Amid the excited cheers of the clansmen, the wizard finally came here slowly. He still wore the cloak and carried a long bone staff in his hand. The numerous warriors immediately crouched down on one knee to pay homage to the mad god who had protected them, but the sorcerer did not bless them with the gods.

In the midst of everyone's somewhat strange eyes, the wizard suddenly quickened his pace. He came to a box of steel coins that reflected the devastation light, picked one up with both hands and clutched it in his hand. Then, under the old man's shocked gaze, the steel coin suddenly faded into a small black pebble.

"It's a magic trick!" the wizard immediately slammed the bone staff on the ground, and then a white-gold shield poured out from the top of the bone staff and wrapped his body, just in time to block a fiery red meteor from a distant shadow. It was a magic arrow, and the fire elemental attached to it caused it to attack with bursting flames. The arrow slammed into the magic shield and failed to shatter it, but a pillar of stone suddenly rose from the wizard's unprotected feet, knocking him to his feet and slamming him to the ground to the side.

"Enemy attack!" the shrill warning immediately confused the Quaid in the clearing, and the chief stood up and shouted command, but he was soon attacked. The kennel where the Terran captives were held suddenly shattered, and the nobleman with short silver hair stood up from inside. Beside him stood the emaciated Terran warrior who had been beaten expressionlessly.

The mage held a gray staff more than seven feet long in his hand, and spread a magic shield that swirled on seven or eight sides around his body, resisting the arrows fired by the Quaids.

"Quaid, enjoy the wrath of the gods of harvest and magic!" the silver-haired Terran paused as he slammed his staff on the ground, releasing several silver rays of light from the twisted upper end of the staff's vine. The light instantly pierced the bodies of several Quaid shooters, and only the chief quickly ducked to the side. Then he saw the warriors fall down clutching through the holes they had been shot through, and when they trembled on the ground with wails, he immediately hid in the low.

Scorching Ray!The hidden Terran mage used the terrifying third-level magic that was memorized in the spell slot for the first moment. The extremely high temperature of the rays instantly burned through the bodies of the Quaids, and the residual temperature was able to continue to scorch their bodies, causing the warriors great pain.

"There's a lot of enemies outside the camp!" the watchtower's observer suddenly tapped the bronze bell beside him, adding to the chaos in the camp. At the same time, he did so but attracted the attention of the Terran mage, and the powerful mage made a casual move, spilling some sulfur from his hand, and then chanting a spell from his mouth to release a huge fireball.

The fireball made Rigga's eyes shrink, because this was the blazing orb that the red-robed mage had used to attack him. But before he could say anything to warn, a fireball struck the watchtower, breaking it off with an explosion. As if it were a meteorite, the upper half of the watchtower burned and fell, smashing down a wooden house and allowing the flames to spread.

In the rain of arrows fired by the Quaids, the mage walked leisurely as if he were walking in the garden, his light steps and the swirling magic shields around him blocked the arrows. The expressionless Terran warrior rushed towards the unconscious wizard with flying speed, and he wanted to kill the magician. The Quaid warriors who were protecting the old man immediately tangled with him, but they didn't resist a few times before they were stabbed to the ground with daggers. The two apprentices could only rush up to block it, but their throats were cut in an instant. They clutched their necks and fell with a "gurgling" sound in their mouths.

Realizing that the wizard was threatened, the Quaid archer immediately fired arrows at the Terran warriors. The rain of arrows sent a look of horror to the warrior's face, and he sped up to the wizard to pounce. The razor-sharp dagger struggled to reach forward, and the warrior tried to complete his mission, but less than two yards away, the arrows stabbed him in quick succession, causing him to fall to the ground like a broken sack.

After the shooter's attention was distracted, the Terran mage began to prepare a spell with a lengthy spell. His staff waved in the air, various spell casting materials continued to appear in his hands, and strange spells continued to sound inexplicably from his mouth.

The wizard, who had been dragged aside by the other two Quaids, also woke up from his coma, and despite his bleeding forehead, he stood up and waved his bone staff at the mage and said, "Attack him! And compared to the outside, which is difficult to destroy, the inside of the gate has little protection. Even Riga felt that a fiery orb could break it.

"Kill him!" the wizard roared again, swinging his bone staff with all his might, a trace of crimson blood unconsciously flowing from the corner of his mouth. Countless Quid warriors immediately rushed forward with their weapons brandished, and the chief was about to rush to stop them, but the lightning flashing from the Terran mage's hand caused him to suddenly fall to the ground.

"O great trio of magic, the silver moon I believe in!Please grant me the thunder and lightning that destroys my enemies!" The mage, whose magic shield was destroyed on both sides, finally unleashed this powerful magic completely. Countless visible lightning bolts coalesced near his hands, causing the Quaid warriors to fall to the ground one after another. A few clansmen who were too close to escape were directly cleaved into powder by the unstable thunder and lightning.

"Level 4 magic! no!" the wizard shouted in shock as he shook off his hood and slammed his bone staff into the ground with both hands. "Petrified Defense!" the old man struggled to unleash an equally powerful fourth-level divine spell, causing a crispy skin similar to a stone slab to begin to spread across the gate. And while unleashing this magic spell, the wizard is aging at an astonishing rate.

His flushed cheeks quickly dried up and turned pale, and his hair turned white in the blink of an eye. The goshawk-like eyes became cloudy, and the corners of the eyes were covered with white pimpellations. The wizard was dying fast, but he was still unleashing his magic, trying to obscure the door from the fragile stone skin.

One breath later, a massive thunderbolt shot out of the Terran mage's hand and struck the wooden gate that was being covered with a layer of petrified skin.

"Boom!" a violent explosion rang out at the gate, and choking smoke enveloped the entire camp entrance. Riga covered his nostrils with his cloak and coughed as he cowered in a stable, not daring to rush out to fight until the smoke cleared, lest he be attacked or injured by mistake.

As the north wind howled, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed. The Quaid warriors lying on the ground slowly and staggered to their feet, but they all stared in horror at the place where they had been attacked by magic.

The Terran mage's powerful magic directly split the top half of the gate into the air, leaving only the bottom half of the gate with petrified skin. The violent thunder also ignited some wood, causing the gate and fence to start burning.

The fierce shouting from outside was getting closer and closer, but the momentum in the camp was getting lower and lower.