The thirteen demon dog cubs were stripped of their fur by slave gladiators, and handcrafted by Grace Loslin into the "fragile skin of a puppy", which was as tough as a military bust, but larger than the "Demon Dog Leather Armor", covering the length of the knees, and looked like a burqa commonly used by the clergy.

As for their bones, they were made into an enchanted armor called "Rabid Dog Roar" by means of magic inlay, based on the bronze round shield of the sword and shield hand, which can be activated three times a day.

The raid on the Dog's Lair has finally come to an end, and the four pieces of extraordinary equipment that Ron Loslin harvested and obtained were given to his followers.

However, the veteran spearman has two unique pieces, one is the leather armor of the demon dog, and the other is the fragile skin of the puppy. The second is the sword and shield hand, not to mention the canine sword, and the bronze shield of the rabid dog roar, which is inlaid with the skulls of ten demon dog cubs.

The frustration of the net-throwing fighters and spear-throwers was written on their faces, but it was a rule set by the magician's master to distribute the spoils according to merit, and even Ron Roslin himself did not want to break it, so they could not say anything more.

In fact, the more proactive spearmen and sword and shield bearers, who have obtained their own extraordinary equipment, do not have any psychological burden, and for the sake of the sad faces of their companions, they can only privately persuade them to obey the orders of their magician masters at all times.

It's a pity that in the next trip, not to mention the demonized creatures that have become dangerous, even the fallen people who worship demons can't see a single one, and they feel very uncomfortable feeling empty in their hearts.

After thinking about it carefully, he deduced it in combination with the inherent hunting territory of the demonic creatures, and explained to himself: "There are thirteen adult monsters in the demon dog's lair, and in order to feed themselves and feed the cubs that have not yet grown up, the territory they occupy will be quite vast, and all the prey that enters their field of vision will be hunted together, thus creating a considerable area of no man's land. ”

The words of the master of the magician calmed the restless hearts of the followers in time, and after making a decision in the city of Ron Lothlin, the group of five abandoned the tentative raid on the edge of the Wheat Plains and began to advance towards the inner hinterland.

As it turned out, Ron Lothlin had made the right decision, leaving the direct domination of the Dog's Lair and encountering a lone lone wolf perched on top of a high hill that looked like a statue.

After resting for a while to recover a little mental power, Grace Lotlin couldn't help but throw an identification technique up, and was surprised to find that this demonized creature turned out to be a strange fusion, part of it was a human degenerate who worshiped demons, and the other part was a demon wolf who was eroded by the power of destruction and absorbed the magic element.

"Possess the evil intelligence of the Fallen, as well as the speed, strength, and agility of demonic creatures. From a certain point of view, it is simply a perfect creation. I'm starting to wonder who would go to the trouble of creating such a creature, and with the chaotic nature of the demons, the two can't merge at all, and will only perish in constant conflict. ”

Embarrassment Loslin can see through the details of the lone high demon wolf at a glance, the evil wisdom of the fallen will be washed away by the wild nature of the demon wolf, and the human spirit is too dull to keep up with the extraordinary physical strength of the demon wolf.

The slow reaction, the feeling of pain before you know that you are beaten, and then carry out an effective counterattack, as well as severe schizophrenia, are the norm of this lonely wolf.

Because of this, the man-made demonized creature was also well aware of its strengths and weaknesses, and when it found that the human magician, who smelled of blood, led four heavily armed followers, and undisguised hostility, it immediately clamped its three tails and sneaked away from the hills.

When she approached the top of the hill, she didn't find the lonely demon wolf, but only a dog that had fled early with its tail between its legs, and couldn't help but shake her head and say nothing.

On the other hand, the morale of the four slave gladiators, seeing their prey retreating without a fight, naturally increased a hundredfold, and they screamed and pursued for battle, especially the net-throwing fighters and spear-throwers.

For the sake of their sincerity, Embarrassine explained not to be careless about the enemy, and let the two of them go after the trail of the Lone High Demon Wolf.

"It's not getting early, you find a suitable place to camp, it's inevitable to sleep in the wild tonight. I feel that there is a more dangerous existence behind the demon wolf, after all, it is not easy to use the degenerate and demonized creatures to do human fusion experiments. ”

The two followers, who had already put their minds at ease, immediately raised their vigilance when they heard the words of the master of the magician, and it must be said that after the raids on the ruined village, the ruined castle and the lair of the demon dog, their trust in Ron Roslin had reached an overwhelming level.

Besides, the Lone High Demon Wolf obviously has more rational wisdom, and even knows that the forces on both sides are obviously invincible compared to their own side and flees in advance, which is much more beneficial than the attacking demon dog group and the small group of degenerates who are not self-sufficient.

The two chose the slope near the river as a temporary campsite, and the tent set up on the site was covered with waterproof tarpaulin to avoid heavy night dew, and the air in late autumn would permeate the air, affecting the sleep quality of the magician's master.

As for their residences, they are all single tents, there is no need to be too demanding, and it is also the responsibility of the followers to divide the large tents that guard the core in four directions, south, east, west, and north.

The camp was largely set up, and it was not long before the net-throwing fighters and spear-throwers returned empty-handed, and soon found the conspicuous tent and trotted to the side.

Ron Roslin didn't say anything, but just opened his mouth to comfort them, making them feel less uncomfortable: "The opponent is not only the lonely demon wolf, but also the demon warlock who hides behind this demonized creature and is proficient in the alchemy of life. I'm glad that you've come back safely, and at least to make it clear that the other side is also very cautious, and will never recklessly choose to go to war until they find out what we are doing. ”

After hearing this, the net-throwing fighter and spear-thrower were in a much better mood, and after a moment of exchange with their companions who had stayed behind to set up camp, the expression on their faces was no longer tense, and they slowly began to talk and laugh.

Embarrassine secretly unfolded the "magic map", showing the small dots of the expeditionary force advancing into the Wheat Plains in an endless stream, looking like a colony of marching ants, beginning to eat away at a bloated worm.

"Perhaps it was the large-scale invasion of the southern aristocracy that caused the demon-worshipping degenerates to shrink their power. Well...... Our side is all in action, there is no reason for the science wizards of the northern country to sit idly by, they have sent a very strong elite, but they don't know how big they are and how strong they are. ”

The logical conjecture of Grace Lothlin is close to the truth, and the expeditionary force organized by the nobles of the southern border has taken away many of the Fallen strongholds on the edge of the Wheat Plain in a wave, and has saved many of the remaining farmers.

At the same time, the latest "Elemental Alchemist" from the Northern Science Magus Group, under the leadership of Alexander Hull the "Stigmata", skipped the ordinary degenerates and demonized creatures whose strength was not worth mentioning, and advanced directly to the heart of the Wheat Plains, the former location of Baiozantium, and now the demon's lair.

Demon Baron Clint Eastut is keenly aware of the crisis and has no choice but to shrink his strength, preparing to rely on his geographical advantage to fight to the death against the elite of the Wizards of Science in his own territory.

The other elemental alchemists were stabilizing the back road, so that they could retreat safely if they were defeated in the future, but Alexander Hull, the "stigmata", had a very complicated feeling about the branch of the Holy Light Sect, Baiozantium, and resolutely continued to advance, preparing to enter the demon's lair first and say hello to the baron-level demon nobles.

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