"This is not an ordinary monster tribe, but a premeditated ambush, eighty percent is a scattered tower forest meeting, open the teleportation, retreat!" Although he did not have conclusive evidence, Cliff instinctively felt that this matter was inseparable from the Santalin Society.

"Just give up?" Darcy looked at the coachmen and guards who were resisting, and his eyes were full of unwillingness, many of whom were old people who had followed him for many years.

He led them to go south and north, covering most of the Moon Sea and the Falling Star Sea area, and today he actually confessed in a small rocky field.

"We must send the news back to the distant mountains, otherwise the city lord and the great commander will be more passive in the face of the accountability of the Santarin Society, and no matter what, they will not be allowed to succeed in the Santalin Society's treacherous schemes." Cliff anxiously explained, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave if you want to leave later." ”

"Give me half a minute." Darcy pulled out a magic scroll from his bosom, emitting intense waves of fiery magic.

Firestorm!

Seven Rings of Magic!

Cliff saw the appearance of the magic scroll, and suddenly changed color, "You are crazy, this is far beyond your casting level, if you are not careful, it will cause magic backlash, and when the time comes, we will all have to die." ”

Cliff knew very well the value of this magic scroll, which Darcy had secretly exchanged from Serre's red-robed mage, and the five thousand gold coins spent were still tangible, and there were some intangible trading conditions, and the value was still above the gold coins.

Darcy has always carried it with him like a treasure.

It's just that compared to their life and death, the value of the magic scroll like Firestorm is relatively secondary.

Darcy grinned, with a strong smell of blood: "Whoever wants to calculate us, you have to pay the price, rest assured, this magic scroll, I have been obtaining it for a while, I have eaten the things on it, and poured enough magic into it, it belongs to me, I am not crazy enough, I am not crazy enough, I will be buried with my own life." ”

After explaining, Darcy was engrossed in his mind and focused all his mind on the scroll in his hand.

Although he did not hesitate to delay the pace of raising the professional level, and invested enough magic power in this scroll, it was a bit too much to surpass the level.

He only has eleven mage levels now, and it takes at least fourteen to cast Firestorm normally.

Had to give it all in.

A large number of flame elements, in the direction where he was, frantically converged.

The pterosaur in the air, obviously sensing it, roared and rushed in this direction.

This magic scroll shows its precious reason, and as Darcy's mental power pays attention, it begins to burn little by little, and when it burns out, the magic power is also gathered.

Fireballs, with Darcy's thoughts, flew out, and there were twenty-two.

When the fireballs reached their destination, they exploded like a storm, sweeping through all living beings within a radius of four or five meters.

Regardless of whether it was the coachman, the guards, or the monsters who fought with them, they were directly devoured by the raging fire elemental, and most of them didn't even have a chance to struggle, and died on the spot.

In fact, every fireball can be regarded as a fireball technique with half the damage range.

And there are twenty-two such fireball techniques.

The main direction of attack of the monster troops was taken care of by Darcy, and a whole ten of them fell there.

It's dense, and there's not much room to dodge at all.

Even those extremely agile warrior monks could not run a distance of forty or fifty meters in just a few seconds.

By the time the firestorm had subsided, there were only five or six blackened-faced armed cavalrymen standing there wakily, and the rest were covered with charred corpses.

The remaining twelve are mainly aimed at trucks.

A large number of wagons were set on fire.

Darcy's goal is simple, even if he fails, the goods can't fall into the hands of these monsters.

Because this cargo is mostly weapons and armor, once it falls into their hands, they will arm an elite army, which will become an even greater disaster here.

"You're looking for death!" The pterosaur roared angrily and swooped down, its neck held high, apparently preparing for a new round of strong acid dragon breath.

Darcy gestured to her, slitting his throat, and took Cliff and several elite armed cavalry to activate the teleportation technique, preparing to return directly to the distant mountain city.

"Be careful." Cliff exclaimed.

Darcy felt like he had been punched in the back.

No, more precisely, countless punches.

Each punch was powerful and heavy, and each punch was infused with a strange power, which penetrated directly through his body and deep into his heart.

With every punch, his heart beat heavily, and each blow seemed to jump from his chest directly to his throat, as if he wanted to jump out of his mouth.

Darcy felt his heart overwhelmed and shattered.

Wind Combo!

A high-level wind combo from the Transcendent Warrior Monk.

Heartbreaker.

The unique advanced skills of the warrior monks of the cult of the god of tyranny, Bahn.

Darcy's consciousness recognized the identity of the other party the moment he left his body.

Sister Broken Heart Stephani.

All of this was done by the bastards of the Santarin Society.

At the same time, Darcy also faintly heard the sound of the horn, one after another wolf howls, coming from a distance, he seemed to faintly see countless big goblin wolf cavalry surging forward, and then his consciousness fell into a piece of complete darkness.

"I'm going to kill you!" Cliff's whole body was about to explode.

Throughout the attack, he was passive at every turn.

Now even the caster has not been able to protect it, and he has no chance to return to the city to report the news.

Stephani just glanced at Cliff, and his figure slowly faded, blending into the air and disappearing into thin air.

Without hesitation, Cliff took out a small steel bottle from his combat belt and poured the potion inside into his eyes.

A sharp burning pain came from his eyes, and he couldn't help but scream in pain, and he had the illusion that his eyes were about to go blind.

The sensation lasted only a few seconds, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

But the things in my eyes have changed.

Everything around me became foggy.

It's as if a world made entirely of fog is right behind everyone.

Aether.

Cliff, who had been smeared with the potion, was now able to look directly at the aether.

A translucent figure was moving stealthily in the aetheric mist, about to turn behind him.

That damn woman, sure enough, used the etheric ability to lurk behind Darsey to assassinate her.

Cliff pretended not to see Sister Broken Heart, and poured all the remaining potions from the small steel bottle on the knight's sword.

By this time, Stefani had gone around behind Cliff.

Play the same old trick.

High Wind Combo.

Heartbreaker.

With a low-life profession below the transcendental, no one can resist this set of combination punches of their own.

Even if it is a high-life profession above the transcendent, if he eats it all, he will have to lose half his life, and the severe pain of a broken heart will seriously affect his combat effectiveness.

This kind of attack method infused with true qi ignores armor, whether it is scale armor or plate armor.

Twisting suddenly, Cliff didn't pay attention to the opponent's quick punch, but slashed the knight's sword in his hand hard.

Cliff was punched three times in return, and the knight's sword slashed at Stephani's arm.

The Broken Heart Nun, who was still in semi-aetherization, had a body like papier-mâché, and the knight's sword slashed through.

But Stephani let out a terrible scream, and completely emerged from the ether, her right arm had been severed, and her right arm was directly missing.

The strange thing is that the fracture does not show half a drop of blood, but is neat and smooth, as if it was not just severed, but a long time ago, or rather, Stefanone was born without a right arm.

The potion that Cliff had just smeared on the Knight's sword gave it the ability to directly attack the aether creatures and cut the aether.

Sister Broken Heart finally ceased to look expressionless, her eyes were full of resentment, she glared at Cliff viciously, turned and walked away, running as she ran, her body merging into the ether again.

She must have carried the magical items that helped her navigate the ether.

Both hands are the weapons of the warrior monk, and now that her weapon has been cut off, most of her combat power has been lost, and the other party has the ability to see through the ether and directly attack the ether, and if she continues to be here, it will be difficult to please her.

"Where to go!" Cliff would let her go, and rode after her, bent on leaving her behind to avenge Darcy.

Although he didn't recognize Stefani's identity, judging from the other party's ability, he must be the core high-level of this monster force.

The two of them quickly disappeared into the wilderness, and they couldn't even care about their own army.

……

Before he died, Darcy did not hear or read wrong.

His firestorm had just finished raging.

The other force showed its hideous minions and couldn't wait to join the battlefield.

At the head was a man in sealed knight's armor, armed with a sharp spear, and riding a vicious, massive wolf under his crotch.

Beside him was a big goblin warlord, riding a fierce wolf, in terms of size, this fierce wolf was far above the wolf, but the fierce wolf looked at the wolf, there was an unconcealed fear, involuntarily half a step behind it, just like a wolf king - because this is not an ordinary wolf, but a canine demon.

Above their heads, there was a huge bronze dragon hovering.

In the rocks, there is only Gavin and no other semicolon who has both the Bronze Dragon and the Goblin Wolf Cavalry.

Their appearance here, of course, is not a coincidence, nor an accident, but premeditated.

With the support of the Santarin Society, the monster community gathered by Shanoba has been under his surveillance.

When the other side has a large-scale military operation, even if it is not an attack on the dragon oak collar, Gavin will not sit idly by.

At the beginning of the war, they were already lurking five kilometers away.

If Shanoba had been targeting the good caravan, they would have rushed out to relieve the siege.

When Gavin discovers that it's Crimson Feather's caravan, he decides to wait for Shanoba and the others to get their hands on it, and then another black eats black.

This caravan is notorious to the extent that it is only under the Santarin Society, and it will be even more in the future to stir up trouble in the Kosholman region, and it is only a matter of time before it enters into hostile relations with them, and if it can be weakened now, it will be weakened by a point.

At this time, Gavin didn't know that in the Crimson Feather Caravan, the goods transported were consigned by the Santarin Society.

Even if you do, you won't be surprised.

Isn't this what Santarin will be best at?

This side robbed the goods they consigned, and the other side made full use of their own strength to claim compensation from the carrier, not only did they not have to pay the transportation fee, but also earned a compensation in vain.

With Gavin's spear, the goblin wolf cavalry behind him poured out like a tidal wave.

Darcy's retaliatory firestorm cleared the way for the goblin wolf cavalry.

With just one charge, the most densely populated area of the monster army was swept through, and the heads of people were cut off.

As for the monster army's greatest combat power, the pterosaur Shanoba, he froze directly in mid-air, not knowing whether to attack or not.

The first time she saw Evanza, she knew where this army came from.

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