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Grimm hid in the caravan and yelled, "Stinky motherfucker, bastard, leave me alone, want to kill me?!" He looked at Le Lin in the distance who was making a big show among the ko-headed lizardmen, and couldn't help but curse secretly: "Master Donghezi told you and me to stay here and not move, but you want to go out." If those kobold lizardmen find out that I'm the only one here, they'll be in big trouble, and they'll be exposed. When the time comes, our money and my life will not be safe. I really don't have any sense of responsibility at all, I just know that I want to be happy. Hmph! You think you're a lone ranger in your novels? Now you're beating other people's joy, and you're beating you to a cripple!

His curse could not be fulfilled this time. After Le Lin had that pair of power bracelets, her strength became four times that of the original! Every time the short sword was swung, it was like a heavy broad-bladed decapitation sword, how could a small and weak ko-headed lizardman stop it?

A slightly larger kobold lizardman jumped at him, raising his shield and ramming it. Delusional to use the shield to withstand the attack, and then bury yourself and cut your feet, in order to achieve a quick victory.

A short sword seemed to swing out at random, and when it touched the iron-covered wooden shield, it slashed open like chopping a cake, without any sense of stagnation!

With a "snap", half of the kobold's lizardman's head, which had been cut off alive, suddenly fell to the ground with his brain closed. The remainder of the lower half of the head was still twitching, more terrifying than a dead body.

This is the power of magic!

Le Lin asked herself, if she didn't have the help of equipment, it would be difficult to kill this kobold lizardman. Judging from its ability to leap seven or eight paces away and its ability to grasp the time when it gets up and hits, it is a good player with rich combat experience and a strong sense of attack. Maybe it will take a while to decide the winner.

Who knew that after having four times the strength, one qiē skill was equal to zero! With a raised hand, he split the shield, cut the bones, and simply took its life—this was Le Lin's victory, and it was also the sorrow of the warrior.

Lelin's heart is filled with this "sorrow of victory".

At this moment, Le Lin's heart was filled with hatred for magic - it deprived a qiē warrior of its glory, and made the fighting spirit of life and death evolve into a competition of equipment, that is, a competition of magic tools, that is, a competition of mages!

Her hatred turned into two more violent silver storms in her hands, and the sword light splattered red blood everywhere, and the shield was shot off!

The lizardmen spotted her, and stared at her with a scream, and the javelin in their hands was about to be thrown, promising to shoot her like a hedgehog, no!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" javelins shot in a row from different directions, seemingly messy, but in fact, they secretly crossed each other and sealed Le Lin's way to dodge in all directions. If you want to dodge one of them, you will inevitably be hit by the other! If you don't have a very skilled combination technique, the break will not have this effect.

The panic on Le Lin's face flashed away, and her body shook strangely between the slight movements of her footsteps, and she was able to avoid the sharp javelins flying vertically and horizontally in a radius of four or five steps wide! Then her arms drew a peculiar trajectory like a swaying waterfall, and a pair of short swords were like invisible windmills that cut off the javelins that came one after another. In an instant, the remnants of the guns flew in all directions, blocking the other javelins that were fired.

Le Lin glanced at Dong Hezi gratefully, and at the moment just now, the other party threw another "wild blessing" to save the crisis. This time, according to what Dong Hezi said a few days ago, "Wild blessing can amplify some of the effects as needed", she used the Nine Turns of Change Pulse** to connect with it, almost giving up other effects, and specially strengthened the effect of "lucky spell and snake strike" in it. The result was immediate! In an instant, he was able to rely on his ear to judge the approach of each javelin, and to judge the tiny gaps that could be exploited in it. He also exerted the super instinct of the snake strike technique to act first, and he "dangled" a way out of the impossible dense attack!

To outsiders, it seems that the kobold lizardman's marksmanship is too bad, or Lelin's luck is too good. In fact, it's just a layman's excitement, and I don't know the danger at all!

At this moment, Le Lin heard a few special hisses, and the fierce javelin rain suddenly stopped. She was wondering when she saw a half-human-tall flying shadow flying from the grass on the side at a rapid speed. The javelin rain stopped and the shadow came out so well and so fast that there wasn't half a gap. It's like acting, and it doesn't give people half a minute of respite at all!

A black light shot out from the flying shadow, and even the blink of an eye can make your soul fly to the sky. Usually Le Lin might not have been able to dodge this near-perfect sneak attack, but now with the blessing of the supernatural power "Wild Blessing", she knows everything around her well. To put it mildly, even how many grasses there are within 20 feet of the body, you can generally know which way each grass is being shaken!

She had been noticed before the shadow had even burst out of the grass. Although the incident happened suddenly, it was not unprepared. At the moment, with the effect of the "snake strike", he cut it with a backhand.

The brilliant silver arc handed over the sharp black light, and the sound of the broken rod rose crisply.

Le Lin's body flew towards the black shadow like a swift wind, and the two short swords were like two sets of intertwined poisonous snakes, forming a set of ferocious offensives, as long as the other party dared to touch it slightly, it would definitely trigger the stormy attack behind, so that it would be cut off and die!

This is also thanks to the power bracelets on the wrist, without which they are boosted to 4 times the strength. It's a very difficult trick to perform.

The swift ko-headed lizardman of the Flying Shadow was about to crash into the leaping dagger and die in his own swift rage. It threw the weapon in its hand violently, and its limbs turned into claws to catch the tall weeds and shrubs below. Although the grass stem and twigs were broken, the speed was suddenly slowed down. He shrunk his body into a ball between the lightning and flint, and narrowly brushed the tip of Le Lin's sword.

"Sure enough, it's a good hand!" Le Lin was surprised and happy in her heart, she didn't expect that there would be such a superb martial artist among the pair of ko-headed lizardmen she met casually, and she was happy that there was a martial artist who could avoid attacks blessed by spells and supernatural powers.

It's just a pity that it's the enemy.

Although he didn't want to kill it, there was no benevolence and righteousness in killing him. Lelin was about to turn around and kill him, when she heard the sound of neat footsteps on the side—mercenary soldiers rushing towards him in an orderly formation.

Dong Hezi breathed a sigh of relief, if they didn't come again, he would have to pull Le Lin and Grimm away. Because although there is Le Lin's intervention in the east, after all, it is difficult to stand alone, and some kobold lizardmen combat teams have broken through the defense line formed by trucks and began to wantonly slaughter the guys who lack a sense of cooperation. The kobold lizardmen on the west side, who had already retreated, moved here again, waiting for an opportunity to cooperate with the attack of their companions on the east side. If you come a little later, you will be made dumplings and birds.

The caravan boss who came with the mercenaries also realized this, and saw that he might as well run out of the formation formed by the mercenaries and shout to the crumbling guys here: "Don't panic! Reinforcements are coming! Those kobold lizardmen are finished! Persistence! Persistence is ~~"

Before the word "victory" could be uttered, a javelin shot at the head with a "whoosh" shot straight through the chest and throat - what an accurate shot!

The boss was still stunned, and a long arrow-shaped yellow-green thing flew out from the mercenary behind him, and he actually hit the javelin accurately—— which was more accurate, and only looked at Dong Hezi stunned.

When he looked closely, it was McKensi, the leader of the mercenaries, who raised his fist to this side, and a thin ring on his middle finger was emitting residual spell fluctuations.

Looking at the javelin that fell to the ground again, only the back half was left. The front half of the piece looked like a wooden stick had encountered sulfuric acid and had been corrupted into ashes. It seems that it is a ring that specifically releases "strong acid arrows", and it is worn on the hand and pretends to swing a fist, but in fact it shoots. It's a good plan.

Dong Hezi shook his head and sighed slightly, only sighing that he had seen and heard shallowly. I thought that the people of the other world were just Erer, but who knew that they were all as strong! This Mackenzie's archery skills were completely comparable to those of Li Guang, Huang Gai and other fierce generals on the earth, but he could only be mixed up here as the leader of the mercenaries. This world is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and it must not be taken lightly.

He was still sighing, but when he saw that the boss had only come back to his senses now, he suddenly looked frightened and fell to the ground with a poof. was dragged aside by the mercenaries behind to pacify.

"After this incident, you don't dare to despise martial artists anymore. Dong Hezi thought to himself.

It's just that any martial artist is so powerful that Cheng dù is so powerful, what about the legendary high mages and priests?

The human mercenaries also formed battle groups in groups of three or five, and all kinds of weapons from near and far combined with each other to rush into the attack line of the kobold lizardmen. Although a single ko-headed lizardman was extremely nimble and rushed left and right to find the flaws of the human group, with the cooperation of various human weapons, the far ones were shot into hedgehogs, and the close ones were cut into pieces of meat. There is not even a chance to get close! The good hand who escaped Le Lin's attack also screamed and fled, and the speed is really not bad at all when described as "flying on the grass"! It is very clear that the combat power of an individual is really not worth mentioning in front of the group! In the end, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, not to mention that people are "four weapons"?

The kobold lizardmen who fought in teams were even more defeated, as if they had been crushed by human mercenaries, and fled with a bang - the teaming severely limited their mobility, and once they lost their mobility, they could only fight the human combat group. With their small bodies, weak strength, and short weapons, how can they be invincible? All of them were suddenly killed into rolling blood gourds.

The kobold lizardmen hissed and retreated like a tidal wave. The fat has become a hard bone, so don't gnaw it.

When they began to retreat, the mage dared to descend, and unleashed several bursting fireballs to bombard the kobold lizardmen from afar. But those basin-sized fireballs hadn't fallen yet, and the other party was scattered again, only to be injured by the flames.

The mage landed, looking slightly embarrassed, but quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Just silently watched, the mercenary soldiers put away their formation, scattered to treat the wounded, and clean up the goods. Mackensius led a few warriors over, all looking at him with contempt on their faces. Then he passed by, not looking at him squarely.

The surrounding night was filled with painful moans and shouts from the people, and everyone carried the bleeding wounded to the ground in front of Dong Hezi, hoping that this "priest of the God of Qi Elements" would do his best to save them, as long as the lives of these wounded could be saved tonight, it would be easy to talk tomorrow.

One by one, Dong Hezi uses healing techniques. Because there were many people who were seriously injured, the few healing spells he had prepared were quickly used up. As a last resort, he used the "spontaneous spellcasting" druid ability to turn all spells into healing techniques to save the lives of the wounded.

"Get out of the way!" shouted a few rude men as they parted the crowd around Donghezi. They squeezed into the line carrying a man with a terrible wound. A javelin poked through the liver on the right side of his body and out of the left kidney on the left side of his body. Blood and the remnants of internal organs were spilled all over, and the man fell into a deep coma, and in a few moments he was about to die.

"Save my brother! he's running out of breath!" a tall, thin man came up with a fierce face, as if a robber was threatening the doctor: "Treat him first! Otherwise, if he dies, I'll fight for you!"

"Hey, you should be a little more respectful to the pastor. The other wounded beside him were dissatisfied with his cutting in line and bad attitude, so they used the prestige of the pastor to suppress him.

The tall man turned around and scolded, "Shut up, you useless coward!" My brother was wounded because of his bravery in battle! He deserves priority treatment. How can you cowardly creatures tremble at the sight of kobolds lizardmen who are shorter than children!"

"I don't have the ability to be cut down, but there is still a reason to launch a threat? How old are you? Kill a few kobold lizardmen?" The people around him became angry and shouted to beat him. And the tall man and his companions do not show weakness, and they have to strike first when they throw their fists.

"Don't make trouble!" Dong Hezi got up and shouted, patting the acupuncture points on the shoulders and back of the tall man, making him suddenly half of his body numb and almost falling to the ground. He looked surprised at first, and then thought: this may be some kind of magical spell that the priest has cast on him, otherwise how could he have fallen to the ground if he touched it casually?

As soon as he thought of the priest's ability and lofty status, he immediately became honest and looked at Dong Hezi with some confusion. Let the people around you continue to speak disrespectfully.

"You all give me peace, otherwise it will affect the effect of the treatment!" Dong Hezi shouted angrily to the people around him.

Everyone was quiet, and the priest's authority was still quite powerful. You need to know that anyone in this world can offend, that is, you can't offend teachers and priests. Otherwise, it is light to kill you, so that you can survive and not die, and that is the most fatal!

Dong Hezi leaned down and began to treat the wounded man whose life was hanging by a thread. Speaking of which, the people of this world can be regarded as lucky, even such a terrible wound, as long as he has not completely lost his breath, he can be cured with a 5th-order spell "Healing Fatal Wound". And it is guaranteed to be intact as before, not even a scar! If it is placed on the earth, even if the medical skills are excellent and the equipment is complete, it is difficult to guarantee that it will be saved!

Dong Hezi placed his hand on the wound and emitted a soft pale blue glow. In this magical energy field, the wound gradually healed. The man woke up a few minutes later, apparently only a little tired from the loss of blood.

The people around him cheered and admired, and their favorability towards this "priest of the god of air elements" increased a little. The tall man smiled with a little embarrassment, so much so that he didn't dare to look at Donghezi. Just a strong thanks.

When the sun rose, all the seriously wounded were treated and their lives were saved. Most of them were able to continue to move with the caravan. I have to say that the disability rate in this world is too low. Dong Hezi secretly thought: Will this lead people to become more aggressive?

Dong Hezi is thinking about the changes in social relations that are caused by technical conditions.

Some people are thinking about the changes in the relationship between the teams caused by this incident.

He is the owner of the caravan.

The mage still rode silently by his side, but the men looked at the mage with distrust in their eyes. The awe that used to lead to a sense of mystery has all been lost because of yesterday's clumsy expression. And the mercenary warriors still went their own way, gathering together and moving forward. The guys are willing to move closer to them for more security.

The team seems to have split into several pieces: mercenary warriors, caravan mates, and himself and the mage. Oh, and the "priest of the god of the air elementals", the wounded all approached the caravan he was in.

One qiē has lost control, and all the people don't trust each other and have their own little calculations - this is very bad. If you can't unite people's hearts in time, the road ahead is the graveyard of this caravan.

The caravan boss gritted his teeth and made up his mind: only by spending more blood and money could the current crisis be solved. But now there is really no money left! Then, there is only one way - usury!

He couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this, it was something worse than the devil!

But if you don't borrow it now, how can you cope with the journey ahead? Without money, those mercenary warriors may leave their ranks behind at any time! When the time comes, their caravan will be a big fat sheep standing alone in the wilderness—they will surely die.

He looked up at the wide walls that were getting closer and closer, and his heart settled a little. Then I looked beyond the city walls and saw the golden spire of a towering building reaching into the sky. The four-storey walls stood as low and ridiculous as a pigsty in front of it, and the dazzling light reflected from the golden spire was like a splendid lighthouse showing its existence.

The boss looked at it with envy: only this chamber of commerce, covered in gold coins, could have built such a glorious building, especially the incomparable and unique spire that thrust into the sky like spikes, which is its unique symbol. They symbolize the heavenly wealth of that chamber of commerce, and also symbolize its heavenly power - no one who owes them usury is alive and sound! never! Even if he runs to the ends of the earth, even to the distant eastern continent! No other usury organization can continue to save under its suppression. It can be said that half of the usury business in the Western Continent has been controlled by it. You won't find a second home other than it.

The caravan owner sighed helplessly, and he was about to enter the towering golden gate.

Is it heaven or hell?

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