The camp is burning fiercely.

The number of demons that struck at midnight was not too many, only about a dozen or so small demons, but among them there were big demons as their leader. The Great Demon was not burly, but rather a little thin, with a long tail trailing behind it, covered with small, sharp thorns. The red and black lines intertwined on the surface of his body, forming a very complex structure of magic patterns, especially on the hands of this great demon, the number of magic patterns was even more amazing. A fiery red ball of light was tossed around in his hand, like a human child playing with a toy ball.

This kind of archdemon is a very terrifying spellcaster, and there is actually only one magic that can be used, which is the fireball technique equivalent to that used by a human intermediate mage. The explosion range of this fireball technique is about 10 meters, which is enough to burn ordinary people within range into a ball of charcoal, and can also ignite anything that can burn.

In the face of this great demon known as the Incinerator, even the elite warriors of the training will have a hard time surviving the heat and explosions, and only the knights who have comprehended the Fighting Spirit Seed will be able to reduce the damage from the fireball.

The bloody battle under the Viscount's Castle was when more than ten burners cast a fireball spell at the same time, causing a devastating blow to the cavalry.

However, this kind of big demon also has disadvantages, and its hand-to-hand combat ability is relatively poor, and it is only slightly stronger than that of small demons. The gap between them to cast the fireball spell is not too short, as long as they resist the first round of fireball blows, after getting close, even ordinary soldiers can inflict serious damage on the incinerator.

But now no one dared to approach the Great Demon, because in front of it, there were already several charred and blackened things, which belonged to several reckless camp guards, and the Great Demon used the light ball in his hand to let them know what the so-called Burning Hell was all about.

The wooden wall protecting the camp was burning violently and crackling. Although the wooden wall was built with dirt to prevent fire, the fireball emitted by the incinerator was a magical flame, and the earth could not stop the fireball at all.

Grace, the sniper archer, stood under the burning wooden wall, his face grim, and if you looked closely, you could see that his right hand was trembling slightly.

Grace was the first to react when the demon forces appeared, and the sniper archer ran to the watchtower within the first time and fired several long-range shots in a row from a high place. His special longbow made of silver fir wood showed its might, knocking three or four little demons to the ground in a row, and also attracted the attention of the big demons who led the team.

A fireball wrapped in black smoke flew over, and Grace jumped from the watchtower in time, but the few camp guards who had just come to his side did not react so decisively, and after a moment's hesitation, there was a loud bang, and the fireball smashed accurately on the watchtower, turning it into a blazing torch that lit up half of the night sky above the camp.

There was a creepy scream from the burning watchtower, and the camp guards who had been hit directly by the fireballs had all turned into lifeless charcoal, and only one guard, who had been unlucky or too bad, was blocked by his tall companions and did not die on the spot. Flames enveloped his body, turning him into a man of fire, both his tattered leather armor and the hunting bow in his hand burning.

The villagers in the camp watched with fearful eyes as the burning man stumbled over the watchtower, and with one last foot in the air, he fell from more than ten meters in the air with a long scream.

With a bang, the Burning Man fell on top of one of the camp's houses, motionless.

This fireball kicked off the disaster in the refugee camp, which is not small, but there are not many young men who can fight with courage and physical strength. There were burners, and the watchtower behind the wooden wall had become a forbidden area for life, and after the second watchtower was also turned into a torch, the rest of the watchtower's guards fled one after another, and many of them even threw their bows and arrows on it, just glad that they had saved their lives.

Grace was indignant.

These people are so stupid, why would the Burner spend mana to attack the watchtower, of course, because the bow and arrow on the watchtower are the only thing that can threaten him. Now that the camp guards have voluntarily abandoned the watchtower, it looks like it is safe, and the demons are kept out of the high wooden walls, but the people in the camp have no way to attack the outside either.

If someone else were to share the attention of the Archdemon Incinerator, Grace would have the courage to climb the watchtower again, and this time he might be able to snipe the Incinerator who had already exposed his target in one fell swoop. However, all the watchtowers were empty now, and Grace would immediately expose himself to the demons if he climbed one of them.

The Incinerator would never ignore the presence of Grace, a marksman, and would smash the blazing fireball as soon as they spotted him.

Grace didn't lack the courage to fight, but he also didn't lack the wisdom to judge the situation, and he would never have died without a few camp guards to attract the demon's attention.

The fat chief of Huck had a face covered in sweat and scurryed through the crowd like a rat with a burning tail, trying to encourage men who could act as camp guards to take up arms. However, it seems that the effect of his efforts is not very good, these hillbillies who were holding hoes and scythes in their hands not long ago are definitely not qualified warriors, it is better to scare the robbers with the strength of the crowd, and when they encounter the most vicious demon troops, they do not run away immediately because they feel safer behind the solid wooden walls than in the wilderness.

There was a loud bang, followed by another bang, as if the whole camp was shaking, tongues of fire licked in from above the wooden walls, and a frightened voice screamed: "Oh no, the wooden walls and the gate have been hit by fireballs and are on fire!"

Grace's eyes flashed sharply, and the tall, thin figure walked towards the back of the camp like a ghost.

It's hard to hold on here.

Whether it's a thick latch or a heavy wooden door, it's not something that burns through so easily. But now the front of the entire camp was in a sea of fire, and the blazing tongues of fire licked in through the cracks in the wooden door from time to time, and the heat made everyone unable to stand and had to retreat.

Some villagers brought buckets of water from the well in the middle of the camp, but they did not dare to come forward because of the heat wave, so they could only splash the water at the wooden door from a distance, except for the puffs of white smoke rising from afar.

There was another loud bang, and the fireball from the burner bombarded the outside of the wooden door, and the already charred wooden door finally couldn't support it, and after a few cracking sounds, it fell apart and fell into the sea of fire.

Most of the demons have quite good firefighting ability, although the wooden wall is still burning violently, but several little demons with red bodies can't wait, screaming and rushing in from the sea of fire, the steel forks in their hands stabbing down on the crowd.

The screams sounded, and the villagers standing in front were already frightened, and after seeing the little devil, their only thought was to turn around and flee. However, it was crowded with people behind them, and the only result of turning around was to give the back to the little devil for assassination.

When the first victims were born, chaos inevitably spread, some of the camp guards shouted to come forward to fight, but many more abandoned their weapons and ran around like a swarm of headless flies, which completely disrupted the formation of the few guards.

A hoarse burst of laughter rang out, and the Archdemon Inciner stepped on the unextinguished embers and walked into the burning refugee camp. The tongue of fire on the wooden wall touched his body, and instead of causing any damage, it was absorbed by the red and black magic patterns on his body.

"Stupid human, surrender to the great demon race immediately, if you dare to resist......" The burner looked around, a cruel smile on his face full of black and red markings.

"Kill or kill!"