Twelve vicious demon dogs attacked from all directions, and Ron Loslin knew that they could fight slave gladiators on their own, and that they could not hand over their backs to their weaker followers, and that they had to rely on themselves.

Fortunately, when the pikeman was fighting just now, he also secretly arranged countermeasures, such as rock golems, ground trapping, quicksand, group dullness, and mud swamps, all of which were chanted one by one, and only the last gesture was needed to activate them.

Because of this, when the demon dogs couldn't wait to launch a siege and killing offensive, they regarded them as the prey that they were bound to get, and instead showed a demonic grin, casually wielding their spiritual power, and unleashing one magical spell after another.

Among them, two demon dogs were the fastest, but they suddenly raised the thick and thin pillars on the way forward, and when they found out, it was too late to adjust, so they could only crash into them viciously.

"Click...... "Two clicks, even if the semi-undead body lost most of its pain, the injury of broken tendons still made the two demon dogs fall to the ground, and they struggled to get up several times because of the severity of the injuries and could not do anything to lie on the ground again.

On the other hand, the two pillars that suddenly appeared, still rising, when they were fully revealed, the slave gladiator was surprised to find that it was a nine-foot-tall rock golem, except for the joints made of gravel that could move at will, the rest of the parts were hard granite.

At the same time, the other two demon dogs rushed towards the slave gladiators, only one step away from the slave gladiators, but suddenly stepped into the air, and their sturdy bodies and a thin layer of floating soil on the ground all fell into a pit of unknown depth.

What's even more desperate is that the pit is full of sharp ground thorns, no matter how tough the body of the demon dog is, it can't bear dozens of ground thorns, hanging on it like a roast dog steak, and it doesn't even have a chance to breathe, and dies directly on the spot.

The trap created by the quicksand technique covered a large area, and even if the demon dogs reacted, they didn't have time to retreat, and their four dog paws were stuck in the quicksand, and in the blink of an eye, their jaws hit the ground, and the sand seemed to come to life, and poured into their mouths without hesitation.

The demon dogs didn't know what the dry sand tasted before, and they didn't want to taste it, but no matter how much they struggled to survive, they were still firmly restrained by the quicksand, and they became deeper and deeper.

The only two magic dogs that still have hope are the lucky ones who have been hit by the sluggishness of the Mulslin group, they follow the wind vigorously, and in the blink of an eye they look like old dogs entering old age, as if they are carrying four adult humans, and they can't continue to run at all, but can only take difficult steps...... Turn around and run!

Seeing this scene, Grace Loslin couldn't help but nod secretly, and then stretched out his hand to stop the followers from chasing the tails of these two demon dogs: "Don't pay attention to these defeated dogs, carefully protect my left and right and back." ”

The slave gladiator suddenly came back to his senses and witnessed the battle between his companions and the demon dogs, their challenge level was not low, and the combat power they exerted under normal conditions was definitely not below them.

Because of this, protecting the safety of noble magicians is more important than anything else, if it weren't for all kinds of magical spells, they would definitely be completely overwhelmed by the siege and killing attack of the demon dogs.

The final mud swamp was even larger, and there were four demon dogs pinned down, three of them insisting on continuing the attack, while the other turned around and fled.

Grace Loslin estimated in his heart: "Of the twelve sunken demon dogs, three of them have a chance to escape, and the rest will be handed over to them to make up for the sword." Seventy-five percent effective killing, the effect of the first official battle, looks pretty good. ”

Then the slave gladiators saw the noble magician wave his hand lightly, and said with a smile: "The danger alarm has been lifted!

The spearman, who reacted the fastest, couldn't help laughing, clenched his two-pointed spear with both hands, and stabbed the demon dog trapped in the quicksand trap.

The unavoidable demon dog, the sharp tip of the spear pierced through the muddy eyes, and the sharp pain of losing half of his vision just spread throughout his body, and the tip of the spear that continued to advance penetrated into his brain, and with a slight twist, his brain turned into a pile of paste.

Seeing the benefits, the other slave gladiators couldn't help but jump into the effort, and began to harvest the lives of the demon dogs with their weapons in hand.

The two demon dogs, which were severely injured by broken tendons and fractures, but still had a breath of hot air in their hearts, were easily crushed by the rock puppets, and the other was successfully mended by the spearman.

The sharp spear easily pierced through the unguarded chest, through the gap between the ribs that had become larger after twisting and alienation, and pierced its heart, so to speak, that it could not die again.

In the mud swamp, the demon dog that kept fluttering with its dog-like swimming style, but almost drowned, was dragged by the net-thrower and the sword and shield hand to kill on the spot.

Although the demon dog still had the strength to fight, the poisoned claws could not tear through the thick metal shield, except for a few claw marks when dying and struggling, and even the human who killed him did not see it face-to-face, so he died in great humiliation under the group beating.

Embarrassment Lotlin looked around, whether it was a magic trap or a demon dog blessed with a negative state by him, they were either dead or injured, as for the three defeated dogs who escaped by luck, the traces left by their turn and escape are believed to be able to guide him to the specific location of the demon dog's lair.

After all, no matter how strong the demon dog is, it is also a group of beasts, and after suffering a heavy blow, it is the most probable choice to flee back to the lair like a wounded old dog and lick the wound to heal the wound.

When the dogs around him were slaughtered, the rock golem complied with the orders of Eun Lothrin to collect the corpses of all the prey, completing its final mission, and at the same time depleting the spell energy and returning to its original form, a pile of worthless stone fragments.

The slave gladiators were eager to chase down the fleeing dogs, and Ron Loslin waved his hand: "Don't worry! Let them escape for a while." ”

The Lancer, the most senior gladiator among his followers, looked at the calm expression on the noble magician's face, and quickly returned to his normal state of mind, explaining to his bewildered companions.

"The cunning and suspicious ghoul dog is transformed into a demon dog, and it will definitely go around in circles outside, almost around the ground, before escaping back to its lair. I reckon that there must be puppies in the devil's den, and whether it is to move to other safe areas or to rely on the terrain to defend it, this is an opportunity to take advantage of. ”

Ron Loslin nodded in satisfaction and gave the veteran spearman a second look, "Your equipment is so poor! These demon dogs are just beasts alienated by the power of destruction, and you can deal with them enough. If I hadn't released a variety of magic in one go, the battle just now would have been over a long time ago, and the winner would definitely not be us!"

Speaking of this, Grace Loslin sighed softly: "Can you understand my disappointment at this time? Claiming to be the best in the Colosseum of Little Rock, your martial arts skills are not as good as a beast, don't tell me that you have teamed up against large carnivorous beasts, everyone knows that they are guests of the show, not bloodthirsty wilderness predators." ”

The weight of these words was really a bit heavy, and the slave gladiators were a little indignant, but thinking about the battle just now, if it weren't for a series of dazzling spells, they would not have been able to defeat the demon dogs that surrounded them from all directions, and still be alive and well.

Lookout as her followers knelt on the ground, she sincerely confessed her mistake and nodded her head in satisfaction: "Forget it! I just want you to know that a fluke victory is not something to be proud of." Now, you guys go about ripping off the dog's skin and minions, and I'll try to use the construction technique to make a few pieces of armor and weapons on the spot!"

The slave gladiator was struck by his master's words, and when he heard of the benefits, he immediately cheered with encouragement.