The moment he hit the ground, Khadgar felt the air in his lungs rush out as if it had been drained, and the grit he touched with his fingers made him realize that he must have landed on the low sand dunes beside the ruins on one side of the ridge.

The young mage struggled to his feet and stood up. From the sky, the ridge looks like a forest fire, and from the ground, it looks like an open gate to hell.

The wagon was almost entirely covered in flames, and the goods inside were scattered around the ridge and flames were emitting. Rolls of cloth spread out and sprinkled on the dirt floor, broken buckets leaking out, and some of the food scraps that had been taken away were scattered into the dirt. Around Khadgar also lay humanoid corpses in light armor, with occasional glimpses of a helmet or a broken sword. These are supposed to be relics left behind by the guards who failed to protect the convoy.

Khadgar shook his aching shoulder, but luckily it felt like a contusion rather than a broken bone. If he hadn't landed on the sand, he would have had to fall harder. He shook his head vigorously. At this point, the sensation left by Medivan's spell was nothing compared to the more intense pain all over his body.

There was a noise around the ruins, and Khadgar instinctively lowered his body. A barking, unfamiliar voice came repeatedly, and to Khadgar it sounded like a guttural language that was both profane and rude. They were looking for him, they saw him fall from his mount and were now searching for him. Just as he saw, the rickety figure staggered through the ruins, casting a string of hunched shadows in the reflection of passing firelight.

Khadgar seemed to feel like he remembered something, but couldn't remember what it was, and now he tried not to think about anything other than to hope that the shroud of night would keep him from being discovered by the creatures.

Behind him, however, there was the sound of a tree branch snapping, or a boot stepping on a pit covered in fallen leaves, or something like leather armor being wiped with a brush. Anyway, it was enough for Khadgar to know that he wasn't standing there alone anymore, and he turned around and was shocked to find ......

The kind of monster he'd seen in the illusion, a green-black humanoid monster.

It doesn't look as big as it does in Illusion. So wide, but still a nightmarish creature: a large jaw protruding forward with barging fangs, and the rest of the face small and sinister. Khadgar first noticed that the creature also had long ears that were erected. It may have heard Khadgar's voice before it saw him.

The monster's armor is dark, but leathery instead of metallic like in dreams. It holds a bunch of torches in one hand. The firelight deeply outlines the facial features, making the whole face look even more terrifying. In its other hand, it holds a spear decorated with a string of white objects. Khadgar suddenly realizes that these objects are human ears, the spoils of the slaughter around him.

A qiē happened so suddenly, and the contact between a person and a monster was just a moment. The beast raised its terror-embellished spear and pointed it at the young mage, roaring in challenge.

Khadgar muttered a few incantations. Raise your hand and release a small magic arrow that struck the beast in the abdomen. The monster then collapsed, and its challenge came to an end for the time being.

In a flash of lightning, Khadgar's mind was partly shocked by his reaction, and partly he remembered clearly what he had seen these beasts do in Karazhan's vision.

The creature seemed to have informed the rest of the squad before it spotted him, and now a battle howl rang out around the camp, and two, four, or even a group (of 12) of these clumsy beasts gathered around his location. To make matters worse, even the swamp howled and howled.

Khadgar knew he didn't have what it took to bring them all down. Summoning the magic arrows just now was enough to weaken him. If you come a few more times, you will probably be in danger of fainting. Maybe he should try to escape?

But these monsters probably knew the terrain of the dark swamp around them better than he did. If he continues to stay on the sandy ridge, he will definitely be surrounded. But if he escapes into the swamp, even Medivan may not be able to find him.

Khadgar looked up at the sky, and there were no astral mages or griffons to be found. Had Medivan landed somewhere and sneaked up on the monsters, or had he gone back to the human army south to ask for help?

Or, in a cold sweat, Khadgar thought, could it be that Medivan's mercury-like love had changed again and he had forgotten that there was still someone flying with him?

Khadgar quickly surveyed the darkness in the distance, then turned his attention back to the encirclement itself, where there seemed to be more shadows flickering around the firelight, and howls were louder and louder. Khadgar picked up the horrible spear on the ground and strode towards the fire, perhaps no longer able to cast a magic arrow or two. But the monsters don't know that.

Maybe they're as stupid as they look, and they're inexperienced with sorcery.

He did scare them, yes. The beasts were intent on catching their poor victim, who had just shot down from their flight, and when they reached the top of the hill, they suddenly found the victim standing in the light of the campfire, holding the spear of the trophy of one of their guards.

Khadgar threw his spear into the fire. The moment the spear fell, sparks flew everywhere.

The young mage summons a small cluster of flames, forming a small fireball and levitating in his hand. He hoped that the light of the fire would be able to outline his stern face like the torch in the guard's hand just now. The effect is indeed better.

"Get out of this place!" Khadgar roared, praying inwardly that his nervous voice would not leave a flaw

"Get out of this place or die!"

A slightly larger beast took two steps forward, and Khadgar chanted a spell, the energy of the arcane magic gathering in his flaming hand and finally bursting into the green beast's face, the monster reaching out for claw-like hands covering its own shattered face in pain. Then he screamed and fell.

"Get out of here!" Khadgar shouted, trying to keep his voice low, "Get out of the way or end up with him!" he felt a chill in his abdomen as he tried not to stare at the burning corpse.

A spear flew towards him from the darkness, and Khadgar used the last of his magic to summon air magic, the energy of the air shield just enough to deflect the spear in its original direction. After doing this, Khadgar was already feeling dizzy. It was the last thing he could do, and he had literally used up all his mana. Now there is only a bluff to scare the enemy.

The monsters around them, probably a dozen or so that could be seen, took a step back, and then another. Khadgar calculated, shouting again, that they would flee back to the swamp so that he would have enough time to escape. He had decided to run south to the camp of the human army.

However, a loud giggle clotted Khadgar's blood. The queue of monster warriors moved out of the way, and a figure staggered forward. It was thinner and more eternal than the other beasts, and wore a robe the color of congealed blood, like the color of the sky in a fantasy world. Its face was as distorted and green as the other monsters, but this guy's eyes flashed with evil savage intelligence. (To be continued.) )