The threat of burners has backfired.

Several camp guards suddenly let out a frantic roar. Maybe it was desperation that stirred up the bravery in their blood, or maybe it was the scene of destruction that drew out the anger in their memories, but none of that mattered, their outburst caught the little devil off guard. One of the little demons had just stabbed the steel fork in his hand into the victim's body, and before he could pull it out. As darkness cleared him, a tall camp guard picked up his shield and slapped it heavily on the little devil's head.

With a chirp, the little devil fell to the ground on his back, dizzy and unable to get up. The camp guard's big foot stepped over it, followed by another kick, and by the time the third stepped on it, the imp's cry was already faint.

A grim glint flashed in the eyes of the burner, and the resistance of the humans was expected, as if it were a final struggle, and if these people were completely defeated, the camp's will to resist would be weakened.

The three camp guards rushed through the imp's defense, and many people behind them launched a counterattack, raising pitchforks, sickles, hoes, and other weapons to shoot at the imps. After all, the number of little demons was far less than that of humans, and they fell into chaos for a while.

"Die, demon!" roared the tall camp guard, his hands struggling to raise a heavy shield and rush towards the burner. The shield looked like an iron-clad door panel removed from a house, obscuring his burly body.

The other two guards chose to flank from the left and right, both armed with axes and leather armor, and their movements were quite agile, making them the elite of the guards in the camp.

The corners of the incinerator's mouth curled up brutally, and then he threw the fireball in his hand towards the tall guard with the shield.

With a loud bang, the fireball smashed into the shield, which exploded like papier-mâché. Blazing flames poured into the tall guard's body, causing tongues of fire to erupt from his mouth and nose. The tall body that rushed over like a wild bull staggered to the ground, and its body turned into a blurred mass of charcoal, and the death was extremely tragic.

The aftermath of the fireball explosion held back the other two camp guards, and by the time they steadied themselves, the tall guards had turned into lifeless charcoal. It was clear that the strength of the tall guard had considerable prestige in the refugee camp, and the other two guards couldn't help but hesitate at the sight of his death, and hesitated on their feet.

The hesitation was fatal, for a few seconds later, just as the two guards had regained their courage and wanted to continue rushing forward, a fiery red ball of light had once again appeared in the incinerator's hands.

Grace was far away from the battlefield, hiding her body in the shadow of a house. Before the two guards had that fatal hesitation, he had raised his longbow and aimed it at the body of the burner, but the figure in front of him swayed, and the little devil and the villagers were entangled, and Grace did not find a good time to shoot the long arrow. His bow and arrow can kill the little demon instantly, but if the target of the shot is the big demon, even the weaker one of the big demons will not be able to kill it with one blow.

Grace knew that if he attacked blindly, he could inflict heavy damage on the burner, but the only fate he could do was to be burned to ashes by the burner's fireball.

"I'm sorry, I can't die right now. Grace whispered in her mind, and then put away her bow and arrows.

A dazzling fireball exploded on the battlefield, and another guard also followed in the footsteps of the tall guard, his strength was a little worse than the tall guard, and his entire body was directly blown apart. The last guard could not bear the horror of the sight, let out a miserable howl, and turned and ran towards the back.

Two little demons came up to him, and the steel fork slammed into the body of the half-crazy guard, and the power of the blasphemy soon weakened the guard's screams, and the villagers who were still resisting saw this scene and let out a scream full of fear.

The front collapsed.

The people who were still entangled with the little devil just now suddenly lost the courage to continue fighting, they dropped their weapons and retreated screaming. The little demon let out a scream of excitement, and the steel fork stabbed at the crowd that had lost the will to fight, producing twice as many dead and wounded in an instant.

The villagers, who did not have the courage to participate in the battle, had been hiding in houses and corners, but now they were running out of their hiding places and trying to escape from the camp. However, in order to protect the camp from possible demonic attacks, only a gate was set up in front of it. The surrounding wooden walls are five or six meters high, and the logs on them have been cut into very sharp shapes. Not to mention the old and weak villagers who are already in weak health, even adventurers who have been trained in professional combat will find it difficult to climb over from above.

Grace is, of course, the exception.

The sniper archer's professional level was probably not inferior to that of ordinary junior knights, and his tall and thin body jumped to the roof of a house that was more than three meters high, and then he untied a rope with a hook claw from his waist and threw it towards the wooden wall.

With the power of the rope, Grace was able to leave the camp effortlessly, but just as he could take one last look down at him, his hand struck the edge of the wooden wall and slid down.

The reason why Grace was able to make such a big mistake was that behind the group of demons who were slaughtering the villagers, a small army belonging to humans suddenly appeared!

At the same time, the Great Demon Inciner happened to throw the fireball in his hand at a house that had not yet burned, and watched the house explode with a bang, and his twisted mind was filled with dark pleasure.

"Burn, cry, and then all die!

The sound of horses' hooves came to the ground, and the blood-red light in the burner's eyes flashed, and the head turned back sharply.

The fireball on the wooden wall was still burning, and a small pony that didn't look tall neighed in, and the rider on horseback leaned forward slightly, leaning towards the end of the raised arm with a glint of steel.

"Human knights, how is this possible?"

The Incinerator's eyes widened in horror, and its hands jerked up, but the power remaining after unleashing the Fireball Spell was simply not enough for it to use deadly magic again.

The galloping horses brushed past the Great Demon, and a sword light pulled out the arc of the half-moon in the night.

The sword light flashed, and the burner's neck was cut in half, and black blood with a strong sulfur smell spurted up half a day high. Such a serious injury would have been fatal to the Great Demon Incinerator, but the strength of the hellish creature prevented it from dying immediately, and its body trembled violently, and the red-black magic pattern glowed with red light.

"Together...... Kill it......" The Inciner said indistinctly in demonic language, its body leaping up and flying towards the rider who had just rushed into the little demon to slash and slash.

A sharp pain came from his chest, and the incinerator's body stiffened, and then erupted into a rain of blood in midair, and black blood mixed with the flames of hell fell to the ground, and suddenly made a scorching sound, and it seemed that the corrosive surname was better than strong acid.

The rider cut down the two little demons and urged the mount to rush out, in fact, his strength was not as strong as he wanted to seem, after this fierce charge, his chest had risen and fallen violently, and his combat ability was sharply reduced.

The frightened little devils glanced at each other, felt that they had picked up a bargain, and gave up chasing the villagers one after another, raised their steel forks and screamed around them. With the speed of his mount, the rider could certainly rush out before the little devil could close the circle, but he looked coldly at the red-skinned creatures of hell and didn't make any retreat.

The little devil swarmed up, followed by a strange cry of terror, and several long spears with cold light flickered to form a small phalanx around the rider, and then four heavily armed men rushed out of the smoke, forming a gun formation and crushing the little devil.

Without the incinerator as the leader, the little devils' will to fight has long fallen to a low point, and seeing these new forces that are very difficult to deal with at first glance join, the few little devils in front of them suddenly let out a quacking cry and ran in all directions.

The five or six meters high wall may be a barrier that is difficult for humans to climb, but the little devil has short flesh wings behind it, and although it can't fly, it can definitely jump to the wall with the help of the power of the wings.

The little devil who fled in all directions was in no danger, and the rider who had slain the burner ordered his men to split up and drive the enemy away, and he himself reined in the reins of his horse and cast his eyes on the shadows beside a house.

The arrow that stopped the incinerator from exploding in a desperate attempt came from this shadow. A full hundred meters away, but able to accurately hit the incinerator's heart, the person who can shoot this arrow is not a simple person.

A strange light flashed in the rider's eyes, and he immediately recognized the identity of the man in the shadows. He stroked the mane of his mount with his hand and said in a clear voice characteristic of a young man, "Mr. Grace, Sniper Archer, I am Levi, a knight's squire, thank you for your help!"