I've never been in the habit of looting the corpses of my enemies, and of course my opponents in the past battles were mostly warriors, most of whom didn't have much money, and I didn't have a great hunger for money. The most important thing is that I don't think there's anything more valuable to be scavenged from them.

But this guy in front of him is obviously not, it is not difficult to rip off the clothes on his body for a few gold coins, and as a magician, it is not surprising that there are some strange or magical things on him.

He casts a green demonic spell, but his blood is red. Glancing at his detached head, the skeletal mask on his face was kicked to the side, his eyes half-open and half-rolled to reveal most of them. He must have felt inconceivable at his death.

If it weren't stained with blood, his clothes would have been sold for a good price. I muttered to myself as I picked up his clothes. Unfortunately, the blood that came out of his head contaminated and soaked his clothes inside and out. I touched it from his chest all the way to his waist, and even his back buttocks, but I didn't find anything that could make me scream except for a hand of shit. Is this birdman so clean?

I looked at his ring and necklace again, and although I didn't understand it, I felt that it should not be a simple ornament. Especially the ring on his hand, there was a visible chaos flowing in the green gem. This person should not be called a magician, or more appropriately a warlock.

In the past, I had the impression that warlocks only represented those who could use necromancy and spiritism, and there were very few people in humans who could use this kind of spell, if it weren't for the Scourge Legion's invasion of psychics, it might still be a forbidden spell, but even if the Scourge Legion scourged the human kingdom like this, there would not be many humans who could master psychic spells. But this one doesn't use necromancy, he can summon demons. Orthodox mages only use arcane or elemental spells anyway, and no matter what they summon to summon such an evil thing, there is nothing wrong with using a word like warlock with almost no positive meaning on him.

He tried his ring, and ended up wearing it on his little finger. Either the hands of cultural people are good-looking, slender and white, and each finger of my rough hand looks like a wooden stick.

The dragon eagle lay quietly on the ground, its wings close together like the old hen in its nest, except that instead of raising its head, it lay quietly on the ground and stared at me. I tried to relax myself and slowly walked towards it, and then it raised its head and looked at me vigilantly, I was worried that it would spread its wings and fly again, but when I stretched out my ring hands, it only moved its head and showed no signs of trying to fly away.

I gently stroked its feathers, which are rare to find such soft feathers, and the red and green feathers are very beautiful. Its head was quite large, no smaller than that of a horse, especially since its one-foot-long beak was thick and long. It's also strange, because it has scales in addition to feathers and fluff, and it's more comfortable to ride on than a griffin.

Griffons have ridden it, and bipedal wyverns have ridden it, and this thing is really softer than those two things when it flies in the sky, and this soft undulation makes me feel a little comfortably weightless and dizzy. I didn't dare to fly too fast, I didn't want them to find out that I was following them. Because I knew the direction they were traveling, I would fly into the sky at night, and they had a habit of making fires, which were very easy to spot in the dark swamps. And once I find them, I will land near them and wait for them to move on the next day.

The mounts didn't help them go faster, but occasionally got stuck in mud puddles and slowed them down, not much different from me walking on foot, and I really had nothing to do for the few days I had been behind them. Finally, a week later, I finally saw the sea in the far north. That night they finally came to the vicinity of the Saldo Bridge, where the moon was especially bright that night, and I leaned on the treetops of the woods in the distance so as not to expose myself.

I saw that the night elf turned into a huge bird, and the blood elf seemed to have eased up, and she rode on the bird's back and rushed into the night sky. But it wasn't long before fierce gunfire rang out on the bridge. The moon is so bright tonight that they can be seen clearly in the sky. They soon flew back, and I thought that they would be the only ones to do tonight, but in the middle of the night I suddenly felt a sudden increase in humidity in the air, and soon the wind began to blow in the sky, and in a short time the waves on the sea were raging.

When I looked at the sky, the night sky was already dark because the clouds had obscured the moon, and when the lightning tore through the darkness and made the world shine instantly, and then immediately fell into darkness, the sky began to rain heavily. The rain poured down from the dark sky like no money, it wasn't a torrential rain anymore, it was so heavy that the dragon eagle curled up under the tree and retracted its head into its wings.

It's a strange rain, but I really can't imagine what kind of mana can manipulate the weather and even summon such a torrential rain.

Just now, you could see the lights on the Saldo Bridge, but now the heavy rain has obscured all the light, and the thunder just now is only a heavy rainstorm. This is a great opportunity to lurk into the Saldo Bridge, as any footsteps will drown out the sound of rain and waves.

I jumped down from the tree and touched the dragon eagle's feathers, and it turned out to be quite obedient. I've said something to it these days, hoping it will understand what I'm saying and remember my voice, and I don't expect it to be there for me when I call it, but it should approve of me, and maybe my ring. By the time I can't find it, I really wish it would hear me if I shouted it, and it would actually come to me.

I also want to see what happens over there for a while, so let's leave it here for now, it will be very difficult for it to fly in such heavy rain.

Running towards the Saldo Bridge, the guards on the bridge head of such a big rain did retreat into the bunker. And with such a heavy rain, it is extremely difficult for me to find the direction and touch the side of the bridge, I can't see anything at all from ten meters away, and I still expect those guards to be able to stand guard outside? And when I touched the bridge, I realized that they had already entered before me, and the guards on the bridge had killed them all.

The battle at the bridgehead was silent, and I didn't hear any movement anyway. The sound of the waves not far away was really a bit loud, and I guess even the guns were not much of a problem now, so I touched the musket on my waist at the thought of this. One of these four guys is still in the wrong place, but she seems to be recovering well these days. At that time, I looked for this girl in the hammer of doom and couldn't see her, I don't know if she knew that I had gone to her.

With a warhammer in one hand and a dagger in the other, I quietly followed. When I saw and heard the fighting in the tower ahead, I pressed my body against the wall and looked inside with half my face exposed. There was a mess inside, and the four of them were covered in blood, which was enough to show their bravery in the light of the fire.

Seeing this, I put away my hammer, took off my bow and arrows, and held them in my hands. The number of Black Iron Dwarves garrisoned here is already so huge! The four of them were surrounded by the Black Iron Dwarf in the middle, the Night Elf who turned into a bear was really resistant, and the Black Iron Dwarf surrounded him and tried his best to greet it, but this guy seemed to be really rough and thick-skinned, and he was still struggling to resist. And the man...... Varian's double-bladed bow and slashing is called madness.

The brassbearded dwarf who didn't even know his name was bloody, his armor was really strong, and a circle of black iron dwarves surrounded him but didn't knock him down. And I never saw that blood elf girl there.

Seeing that they were going to suffer, I also put the arrow on the bowstring, and at this time I was not going to use any holy light power, and I could shoot these black iron dwarves without plate armor at such a close distance, almost with their eyes closed. Hiding in a dark corner, I bared half of my body and shot an arrow, not the closest guys to me, but the guys in the crowd or on the edge, and after shooting one, I turned the arrow between my fingers and shot it immediately. After firing four arrows, I felt that I was almost there, so I quickly retracted. Listening to the movement, they didn't seem to find out who shot them, although there was no guarantee of death, but it was still possible to make the person who was shot lose their combat effectiveness with this force.

In this way, after I shot two rounds, they also eliminated the black iron dwarves in the bunker, the last time it was the orcs who defended in this battle, and after many years, they were occupied by the black iron dwarves who were so far away, which is also a strange thing.

The battle is over for the time being, but the problems come one after another, that is, the storm is over, and as soon as the wind and rain stop, the sound of the fight will definitely be far away, and the worst thing for me is that the dark clouds are like steam coming out of a pot. When the dark clouds dispersed, the bright moon sprinkled the white moonlight on the world, and it also illuminated the bridge deck, and even shone in through the window, making the room much brighter.

Looks like they're going to fail!

I don't know if they noticed the arrows stuck in some of the dwarves after the battle, I hope they didn't!

The battle at the bridgehead was over, but even if the bridge was rushed, there were indeed some boxes and even some dwarven chariots and trebuchets on the bridge, but in the moonlight it was almost the same as during the day, and it was too risky to rush through. But these guys are really fierce, the bear leads the way, the dwarf follows, Varian is not far behind, and the blood elf girl also runs forward. But just then, the black iron dwarves who came out from the bridge to visit spotted them, and a shout was followed by a gunshot.

The sound of this gunshot directly broke the night that had just returned to silence, and the four people were not silent but the shouters pounced, and the number of dwarves rushing out of the bunker not far away was quite a lot, almost the same as just now, and there were definitely more than thirty people. Touching the quiver, I found that the number of arrows is not very much, I have been quite economical, I have recovered all that can be recycled, but after facing this group of guys, I feel that the next battle may last for a long time, how far these guys can go through the level, I really beat the drum for them in my heart.

A few of them were surrounded again, and I focused on the men with muskets in the distance. When I raised the bow and arrows, it was the most hidden and effective way for me to save them.

To be honest, I was actually very easy to find and very easy to be set on fire by hiding behind the box, but there was no way, these reckless men didn't know where they got the confidence to dare to rush the bridge. Even the Arena Champion who is the Hammer of Doom can't be crazy like this, no.

I'm going to prepare for a sneak attack now, but I think it's more important to hide myself. The exposed body was also hidden in the shadows as much as possible, and the arrow leaned out of the bowstring, and the arrow flew for less than two seconds and plunged accurately into the head of a black iron dwarf with a musket that seemed to be watching the excitement, and the man fell to the ground.

I immediately shrank back when I saw this, they didn't shoot in my direction, and I couldn't hear what they were shouting because of the crowd on the bridge. Hiding behind the chest, I poked my head out when I heard a loud noise, and the monster in front of me made me pout hard.

What's that!