At three o'clock in the morning in the second half of the night, the ambient temperature had dropped to about minus 10 degrees.

The biting cold wind carried the gravel and made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Although it is not yet the level of a sandstorm, it also greatly reduces the visual range of the naked eye, and the sound of the howling wind also obscures the sound of camels running.

More than seventy heavily armed bandits approached the caravan's camp with great speed under the cover of wind and sand.

Due to the prophecy magic item to guide the way, it was not affected by the harsh environment at all.

When they got close to about 500 meters, they could even see camels kneeling on the ground to form a "wall" against the wind and sand, and slaves sleeping behind them.

"It's now! Everybody rush with me! ”

The leader jerked out his scimitar and shouted, then urged his mount under his crotch to sped up.

Although the camel is not a very fast animal, and it is nowhere near as violent as a war horse.

However, they are exceptionally tall and provide better visibility for the rider.

When more than seventy trained camels charged en masse, the caravan camels that had been resting on their knees immediately began to agitate.

The slaves woke up from their sleep and began to shout in terror.

The mercenaries in charge of the vigil and wayfinding blew the whistle in their hands to warn them.

All of a sudden, the entire caravan camp was in chaos.

In the face of the fierce desert bandits, the slaves and hired civilians did not have the slightest intention of resisting, but only tried to hide back.

Just as the fierce bandits in front were about to shoot deadly arrows, a shadow darker than the night sky suddenly enveloped them.

Before anyone could react to what was happening, a large group of twisted figures wrapped in a thick black fog rushed out and attacked the rider on the back of the camel.

The Shadow Assassin, Yelinia, was the first to take the brunt of the attack, and the leader of the group of bandits jumped high and jumped high, wielding a sharp dagger with a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, making a cut in the opponent's neck.

Burst!

The moment the two sides staggered, scarlet blood suddenly scattered and splattered out of the veins.

The bandit leader fell down on the spot, covering the wound on his neck, and his face turned red and purple in just a few seconds or so.

You don't have to ask, you know, it must be that the trachea is cut off, and then it is blocked by blood, and there is no way to breathe.

In a few minutes at most, he would be suffocated to death.

Compared to this slow and painful death, others are much more "lucky".

Most of the robbers were suddenly frightened to find that their strength had suddenly decreased, and their bodies began to become weaker and weaker under the fatal "touch" of the shadow.

After being touched a few times, the whole person fell straight from the camel as if overworked and turned into a cold corpse.

Obviously, as "negative" creatures like undead, these shadows resemble the shadows of twisted humanoids, and can wreak unimaginable havoc on the bodies of living creatures.

"Damn! Who the can tell me! What's the deal with these black, shadow-like monsters? ”…

One of the bandits shouted as he swung his scimitar frantically to force the approaching shadow to protect himself.

Unfortunately, the scimitar in his hand was not a magic weapon, and all of them eventually passed through the shadow's ethereal body without exception.

Just as the twenty-six-seventeen-year-old young man closed his eyes in despair and waited for death, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Get down! I'm going to unleash the Fireball Technique! ”

Next Second......

Rumble!!!!!!

The blinding red flames swept directly through everything within a six-meter radius of the explosion.

More than a dozen phantoms didn't have time to hide, and they were blown to pieces on the spot, and they didn't even have a bit of scum left.

Many were burned by the flying flames, or screamed with fear in the bright light.

Clearly, the arcane spellcaster had finally struck.

Because he knew that if he didn't make a move, it would be impossible for these idiots around him to pose any threat to so many ghosts.

Just as the bandits breathed a sigh of relief and began to gather in the direction of the mage, a short figure of only one meter and more than three meters appeared out of thin air less than thirty meters away, slowly raised the card in his hand and spit out two words from his mouth.

"Blight!"

Moment!

A large cloud of death poison filled with negative energy exploded, directly centering on the enemy caster and spreading in all directions.

More than ten bandits just accidentally inhaled a little, and immediately bled from all their orifices, coughing up blood from their throats and eyes.

The camels under their crotches were also battered, wailing and falling on the cold gravel.

Seeing this, the phantoms immediately rushed into the area shrouded in the poison cloud like crazy, and began to kill the remaining enemies.

Since negative energy is like a "big tonic" for them.

Not only can it recover from injuries, but it can also promote its own evolution and greatly improve its basic attributes.

Therefore, I would rather risk being killed instantly by the [Fireball Technique], and I would rather go in and kill as many "living people" as possible.

"Ahem, ahem...... Damn it! Spread out! I didn't remember [Wind Creation] today! ”

After the man in the black robe vomited two mouthfuls of blood, he immediately took out a bottle of potion and poured it on his head.

He didn't even pay attention to the mount that fell to the ground and couldn't afford to be seriously injured, and immediately activated a magic item, and his feet quickly escaped from the poisonous cloud of the [Blight] card as if they were smeared with oil.

It's a pity that before this guy could stop to catch his breath and prepare a second spell to fight back, he saw a dazzling silver electric light flying from a distance.

Syllable!

With the loud sound of lightning striking on his body, the man immediately let out a heart-rending scream, and the whole person flew backwards two or three meters away from the ground with his feet on the spot, and then fell heavily on the sand.

However, due to the fact that he had blessed the suspected two-ring magic [Resistance to Energy Damage] in advance, although the injury was not light, he did not die.

Instead, he struggled to his feet, trying to endure the pain and enter a state of concentration, chanting incantations.

But less than half of the spell was chanted, and another fireball fell from the sky.

Rumble!!!!!

Under the blinding light of fire and the heat wave, the man who suspected to be a mage was engulfed by a huge fireball on the spot. …

By the time the deadly flames had cleared, all that was left on the ground was a charred, blackened corpse.

You don't need to ask to know that the almost seamless spell attacks before and after all come from the cooperation of Zuo Si and Alaina.

To be exact, this guy in black robes was targeted.

As a spellcaster, Zuo Si knew very well that magic was the biggest threat in battle.

Therefore, after discovering and confirming the opponent's spellcaster, he immediately besieged it mercilessly, without giving the opponent any time to chant the spell at all.

With the death of the only caster, the remaining bandits could not be the match of the Shadow Legion.

Seven seven or eight who were killed in just a few minutes or so, and the rest also lost their will to fight.

Many of them saw with their own eyes the corpse of their companion who had been killed by the ghost, and a few seconds to a minute or two later, a new shadow would crawl out, and they were instantly frightened and had a nervous breakdown.

The battle lasted less than six minutes from the enemy's charge to the end.

The Shadow Legion's efficient killing efficiency has been completely unleashed with the help of the [Blight] magic card.

By the time the mercenaries had assembled and ran over with their weapons in hand, everything was over.

Aside from the corpses scattered all over the place, and the negative energy remaining in the air, there was not a single living enemy in sight.

Especially Zuo Sihe Alena who was standing beside him, there was not even a drop of sweat on his body.

As for the phantoms who have been killing more and more with them, they have long since returned to hide in the shadows after the battle.

Zuo Si didn't want the paladin Aroline to see these shadows under his control.

That can lead to unnecessary quarrels and conflicts......