With a "hula", the human mage raised his hand and shook off five magic scrolls, all of which depicted spell models that were generic magic missiles.

In order to deal with the demon sorcerer who can fly around on a broomstick, it can be said that he has made a lot of money, and even took out the magic scroll that he copied at a great cost.

The fan-shaped scroll floating on his chest tore open in response, and the burst of spell aura instantly formed a spell model, and the active magic elements around him were continuously filled, instantly forming five magic missiles.

The Demon Warlock no longer thought about bloody revenge, and she was surprised to find that the human mage was more difficult and tricky than expected, whether it was dealing with the Black Knight and the common degenerate, or dealing with the Demon Warlock like her, she was simply a professional hunter armed to the teeth, not at all like a rookie mage.

Even the robes of the mage's apprentice on his body may have been disguised to confuse the enemy, which shows that this person is ruthless and ruthless, and he is obviously a noble magician with family roots.

If you don't leave, it's too late. The Demon Warlock grabbed the broomstick's grip with both hands and squeezed it upwards in an attempt to change the trajectory of the flight.

In the face of a veteran full-time hunter, turning around and escaping to reveal the back of the empty door is simply a suicidal act. Considering the ultimate effective range of the magic missile, escaping to the sky is the most suitable and correct way at the moment.

Unbeknownst to him, Grace Lotrin's spells were carefully tuned by himself, exceeding the expectations of the casters of both sides of the camp, not only increasing the power to the limit, but also the range far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The Demon Warlock harnessed the broomstick and climbed up from a six-foot height, which was not an ordinary difficulty, after all, her weight was here, not to mention the excessive trinkets she carried, it was not a small weight.

In order to survive, the demon warlock stripped off her useless ornaments such as gold bracelets and bone necklaces, which made her feel much lighter, and even the speed of her rise increased.

"Innocent!"

Locking his eyes on the last of the Fallen, he spat out a simple syllable, and five magic missiles burst out in pursuit of the demonic sorcerer fleeing to the sky.

The piercing sound of breaking the air was like a rope grabbing the heart of a demonic sorcerer and pulling it down hard, and she was keenly aware of the breath of impending death, like a soul-harvesting god blowing on the back of her neck.

"Wow......" screamed like a cry, snot, tears, and sweat from her forehead came out, and it was clear that she was really scared. However, what can you do if you are frightened? You can't change the reality, you can only look sideways and watch the magic missile approach rapidly, and a heart that is not strong enough to stop beating very uncontrollably.

"Bang...... Boom...... Bang bang bang "

Five magic missiles hit the target, and at a low altitude of less than fifteen feet above the ground, they struck the demon warlock who relied on the skin of the Fallen in scorch marks and cracks, trying to prop up his magical armor.

The fragments of flesh and blood that exploded in all directions rained down bit by bit, and Ron Roslin put his right hand on his forehead, looked up for a moment, and finally showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Good death! a bunch of stupid depraved people who turn their backs on the glory of humanity and act as lackeys of the devil. Death is your only way out!"

Four slave gladiators who stepped onto the battlefield for the first time only discovered the reason why magicians can stand at the top of human society. Mastering unfathomable magic, possessing superior intelligence, and easily strangling powerful foes are themselves part of the ruling order, and rightfully so.

"I'll leave the rest of the work to you. Clean up the battlefield, pack up the loot, mend the sword and kill the degenerate, you don't need me to teach you!"

The slave gladiators nodded desperately, for fear of missing the opportunity to show their skills, and with such a powerful magician in charge, their courage would only flourish, and the panic of facing the demon worshippers for the first time on the battlefield had already vanished.

Compared to the raging beasts of the Colosseum, the degenerate who like to be competitive and love to fight alone is obviously easier to deal with.

Among the ordinary degenerates who have thistles everywhere, there are no dying people who explode, and the pain makes the muscles of the body cramp and tighten, and they have to curl up on the ground and wait for death, which is their normal.

The slave gladiator cautiously began to mend the knife, threw the net and grabbed one, clenched the spear in both hands, aimed at the vital point of the body of the degenerate, and poked it with great force, and a small life was repaid.

A simple tactic that takes the lives of one depraved person after another. On the premise that no one makes a mistake, there is no exception to the smooth repair.

The next step is to pack up the loot. The Black Knight and his mount were bareheaded, and the armor was unexpectedly tough, but unfortunately it was so badly damaged that only the left and right shoulder armor were intact.

Thinking that he wouldn't need it anyway, he gave it to the pikeman who reaped the most lives of the Fallen, and as for the Black Knight's sword, because it was in the shape of a knight's sword, no one could use it without modifying it, so it could only be put aside as a collector's item for the time being.

Next is the Black Knight's mount, which broke a leg, his neck was almost broken, and his body strengthened by demonic power could not even be slaughtered and eaten, so he could only remove the saddle and other equipment, after all, this set of things was very valuable.

The rest of the loot came from the Demon Warlock, and most of the trinkets were broken pieces, except for the trinkets that he had faded from when he fled for his life, but there was no sign of "enchantment".

"No matter how few mosquito legs there are, they are still meat, so in my opinion, they should all be put away!"

The rest of the money in Lossling's hands was spent on the purchase of slave gladiators, and he did not let go of any lucrative loot, even gadgets without power.

"The sage said that the treasures of the dragon's nest that are rich and rival the country are also accumulated one by one gold coins. This time, I led a team on an expedition to the Wheat Plain, and if I didn't make any money, it would be a loss. Can you do something that is at a loss?"

Her eyes swept over the slave gladiators under her command, and she suddenly thought of how to motivate them: "If the Fallen are killed by your own hands, the value of the loot collected will be counted as the cost of my purchase of you. If it is more than doubled, I will give you the status of tenants of the estate. In other words, limited freedom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eun Roslin heard the slave gladiators stunned, and immediately reacted, letting out a selfless roar, and they yelled and vented their ecstasy, almost forgetting their current situation. ，

It was only after their emotions had slowly subsided over time and they had regained their former calm state of mind that Ron Loslin teased in a nonchalant tone.

"Of course, with your strength, I'm afraid you are no match for the Black Knight who has embarked on the path of depravity, let alone the demon warlock who wields the power of evil. I'm all up to me, and you're in charge of strangling the common degenerates. These people are only a little stronger than ordinary people, and as long as the four of you join forces, you should be able to easily kill them. ”

The slave gladiator remembered the scene of killing the degenerate, and he was originally a little unimpressed, but since this was said by the magician, there must be a reason for him, plus the experience of breaking through the Colosseum several times, he can't help but be cautious and careful with the enemy.

Receiving a burst of cheers, Grace Loslin led them to the rock hut in the ruined village.

"The crisis of the fallen has been lifted by me, so come out!"