"Ah!" Rodwell screamed, his eyes red, and his teeth gritted, "Red Wolf's barbarian, I'm going to kill you!"

The demon pet has a special spiritual connection with the master. Once killed, the master will also suffer mental trauma. Rodwell is a level 4 warlock and has reached the verge of being promoted to a level 5 warlock. But now, it will take at least a year for him to heal his mental trauma, so he will never be promoted before.

Cahill understood that the raven was killed as soon as he heard it, and comforted him: "Rodville, as long as you make great contributions to my Lord, my Lord will bring down God's grace, and all problems can be solved." He asked again, "How many savages have come from the Red Wolf?"

He had been in the abandoned land for half a year and had already figured out the strength of each tribe. The strongest Red Wolf is only level 2 barbarians. I guess they were all dispatched, otherwise how could they kill the three of their teams?

Rodwell's face was gloomy: "One man, Johnson and two other teams were also killed."

"What?"

"How could the Red Wolf have such a strong barbarian?"

"Have you read it wrong?"

"This is impossible!"

The senior fanged executives present couldn't help but question it.

Rodwell said: "The east hill is a little far away from here. Borini cannot keep in touch with me at all times, but at the moment of being killed, he can still send some information back. There is only one Red Wolf Barbarian, wearing armor and using an axe, killing Johnson and two teams for only one minute, jumping very high and far."

One minute!

Everyone was shocked and killed Johnson and two teams in one minute. Only Cahill and Larson could do it here, and Larson had to start a violent move to do it.

Someone asked anxiously: "Is that Red Wolf Barbarian violent?"

Some people also wonder: "How high and how far do you jump?"

Rodwell shook his head: "I don't know, I only have time to send back some of the information."

Larson snorted: "He must have consumed a lot after killing so many of us. The hills to the east are right, Lord Bishop, I plead for my life!"

His original identity was the leader of the tribe, and his current identity was the chief paladin of the temple, under the bishop.

The third-level barbarian Rance also asked for his order to go out: "Sir, our team requests to attack and avenge Johnson's Squadron!" He is one of the five captains of the Fanged Tribe, and Johnson's Squadron belongs to him.

Rodwell shouted: "I want to kill that damn Red Wolf Barbarian with my own hands!"

Cahill nodded and said, "Larson, you lead the Rance team to attack, Rodwell, Cartermore, Lisa, Yura, you go too, Kischhoff and Oshei gangs surrounded the hills. Such a powerful Red Wolf Barbarian must not let him escape back."

If you can kill an enemy in a squadron alone, you will not be careless at all. Cahill sent half of the troops of the Fanged Tribe!

Above the hills, on the top of the big tree, Wayne was condescending, looking at the vast army, couldn't help but breathe, more than 700 people!

In the hearts of Chinese people, there is no one with hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but in this world, more than 700 people are definitely a large army. Judging from the speed of these more than 700 people, you will know that they are almost all barbarians and have the ability to [fast movement].

"Three priest robes! There is a priest who is riding a black bear, a druid and priest? Humph, as long as you kill them all, I will send it!"

Wayne's experience value for killing level 1 professionals is only 5 points. Even if more than 700 people are level 1 barbarians, it is enough to upgrade him, not to mention that there must be advanced professionals in it.

The greatest wealth is not experience, but sacrifice. Wayne has seen three or four hundred bottles of potions and three or four pieces of equipment wave to him!

"Kill them all!"

He grinned, jumped off the tree and prepared to ambush.

"Kirchhhof, your team blocks the east and south sides of the hills; Oshei, your team blocks the north and west sides of the hills; others follow me up the hill." Larson assigned a mission, "Cartmore, Lisa, Yura, are you ready for summoning today?"

Cartermore is a level 3 druid and a level 1 priest, Lisa is a level 2 priest, and Yura is a level 1 priest. Like a mage, a priest, if a druid wants to cast a spell, he must complete [spell preparation] in advance. Even if he has learned a certain spell, he cannot be used without preparatory preparation - the priest's healing technique does not require preparation.

Whenever this topic comes, Rodwell is always full of superiority. He is a warlock. The warlock can cast any spell he knows at will until he exhausts the spell position. But when Larson asks about the purpose of summoning techniques, he thinks that Borini, who died tragically, he sinks his face again.

"I have prepared two summoned natural allies." Cartermore launched [Summoned Natural Allies in Level 1], and the light of the magic technique flashed, and a falcon appeared. Through the summoner's thoughts, the falcon immediately understood the mission, flew to a high altitude, and searched for the target.

"I have prepared a monster summoning technique." Lisa used [Level 1 Monster Summoning Technique] to summon a purgatory falcon, flapping her wings and flying high, and searching for Wayne.

Yula shook her head, she was not ready for the summoning technique.

The two falcons searched back and forth at high altitude and soon discovered that the druid's falcon indicated the location through the screams. The Purgatory Falcon was cruel and brutal, and directly rushed towards Wayne.

"etc!"

Lisa quickly stopped her, it was too late.

In the woods, Wayne randomly slashed the Purgatory Falcon with an axe, sacrificed to obtain one of the blue bottles, and looked up at the sky. There was a falcon staring at it at a high altitude. He could not get rid of the tracking, unless the falcon was a fool who actively lowered the height.

"Walk in the woods on the hill ahead!"

At the command of Larson, he rushed forward with four squadrons of the Warlock, Druid, Priest and Rance's Brigade until the woods, and saw Wayne, who was leaning against the big tree and resting with his eyes closed.

"Red Wolf's barbarian!" Larson roared, "Kill so many of my brothers, I'm going to cut off your head as a wine glass!" He was about to rush forward, but Rodwell had already taken the lead, "Go to die!" He smiled and activated his strongest spell.

Level 2 spell [Blazing Flame Ball], a burning spherical ball of fire followed Rodwell's finger and rushed towards Wayne. He was looking forward to the scene of his enemy struggling and howling in the flames, but he was doomed to be disappointed.

“Too slow.”

Wayne sneered, and his body moved two meters in a flash. The fireball hit the big tree, and the blazing flames instantly burned the big tree, but Wayne was unscathed.

No matter how powerful the spell is, it will be useless if you can't hit anyone.

Not only Wayne was laughing, but many barbarians were also whispering to laugh at the Rance team. Rodwell despised ordinary barbarians because he was a warlock and looked down on ordinary barbarians, which was unpopular in the tribe.

"ah!"

Rodwell was so angry that he screamed loudly, and kept casting spells, the flame magic ball! The flame magic ball!

Larson couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong with Rodville?"

Rodwell is by no means an idiot. Since the first flame magic ball has no effect, he should not use the second or third one, that is a waste of spell position. A level 4 warlock can only cast 3 level 2 spells, 6 level 1 spells, 6 level 0 spells, and the flame magic ball is useless. He should change to a more suitable level 2 spell.

"I can't spare you!" Rodwell roared and rushed towards Wayne, his right hand flashing with an electric light, and a level 1 spell electric claw.

"No, stop!"

Larson realized something was wrong, and his figure flashed, quickly caught up with him, and grabbed Rodwell. The priest Yula's reaction was also very fast. He rushed up immediately, and his hand shining with the holy light slapped Rodwell. Level 1 divine art [Protective Chaos], Rodwell immediately regained his rationality and exclaimed: "Why...uh!"

Puff!

The flying knife pierced his throat.

Wayne shook his head regretfully. When he avoided the first flame magic ball and laughed too slowly, he had already activated [Thank you] to anger Rodwell. It was in the anger of losing his mind that Rodwell continuously used the useless flame magic ball - because this was indeed his strongest spell, although not the most suitable one - after using three level 2 spells, he took the initiative to rush up and attack with the level 1 spell electric claw.

Unfortunately, Larson was held back in time, otherwise Wayne could wait for Rodwell to rush up and kill him with an axe instead of exposing his flying knife skills.

But no matter how regret it is, it is easy to kill a level 4 warlock - the mage will definitely not prepare all the level 2 magic positions for the flamethrow magic ball, so it must be a warlock - it is already satisfactory enough.

Not only did he kill the warlock, he also consumed a priest's first level spell. No, two, priest Yura used healing techniques, but it was too late and wasted.

"ah!"

Larson roared. He was about to be the first to rush into the battle. He stopped when he saw Rodwell launching a spell to take care of Rodwell's revenge. This made him regret it and extremely angry.

"Go to die!"

Larson rushed to Wayne in an instant, and the giant axe slashed, and a blood-colored holy light lit up on the axe blade, breaking the evil slash!

In fact, according to the standards of this world, this is not the Breaking Evil Slash, but the Breaking Evil Slash. The Breaking Evil Slash flashes with the sun-like light, purifying evil; the Breaking Evil Slash is the terrifying blood-colored holy light that extinguishes life.

But good and evil are relative. In the eyes of goblin gods or half-orc gods, they are kindness and justice, and humans are evil.

In Wayne's eyes, the evil-breaking and good-breaking are all bullshits. They are nothing more than two energy sources of different attributes. Those who use negative energy may not be evil, and those who use positive energy may not mean kindness.

Bang!

The two axes fought, and a ball of red light exploded, bombarded with the blood-colored holy light of the Breaking Evil Slash. The two of them were shocked at the same time and retreated. Wayne threw out a flying knife with his backhand, and Larson's giant axe was lifted and blocked it.

The two seemed to be evenly matched, but Larson was not fighting alone.

Cartermore rushed up and slapped Larson on the back with a palm. The light lit up. Larson roared angrily, his muscles became more swelling and full of explosion - Level 2 magical art [The Power of the Cow], power +4.

Priest Lisa loudly praised the orc god, waved a holy light and landed on Larson. Larson's muscles surged again, and his body doubled directly, becoming a giant - level 1 divine art of the Power Field [Giant Technique], Strength +2, Agility -2.

The priest Yura stimulated the power of the Holy Emblem, pointed at Wayne, and screamed: "Scared!" Level 1 divine art, and Wayne turned around and ran away. Yura's face showed a smile. As long as Larson strode to catch up, he could cut over Wayne in a terrified state with an axe, but... her smile froze on her face, and Wayne jumped sixteen meters, two jumped thirty-two, three jumped to the top of the tree, and four jumped without seeing it.

"This, this escape is too fast, right?"

"How could it be so high? So far?"

"Is this still a human?"

"Ah..." Larson roared angrily, "Coward, don't run away!"

Wayne sneered and fought against the powerful enemy who blessed the power of the bull and turned into giant magic. He is not an idiot. There is the stupidest but most effective way to deal with spells. He delays time and kills him when the spell effect is over.
Chapter completed!