This is a small campsite near the commercial road.
In the large space of nearly two to three hundred meters, trees, shrubs, thorns and other debris have been cleared away. There is a small stream flowing not far away, which is the best place for caravans and travelers to stay in the wild.
Best location.
As soon as it got dark, the place was crowded with people.
Large caravans will sit in a corner of the camp, using large carriages and trucks to circle a small area as their habitat. Ordinary business travelers or pedestrians will gather together in twos and threes, light bonfires, and prepare carefully
Get up for dinner tonight.
The overflowing fragrance of vegetable soup and the sound of dried meat tumbling in the soup pot are enough to make every hungry traveler's throat twitch and lick his lips.
Some of the female relatives who came with the team would meet up and walk to the stream not far away, hoping to briefly wash up and solve some problems that troubled them before dinner. After being restrained in the carriage all day, it was rare to have some leisure time now.
During the loose time, their laughter as clear as silver bells came from far away from the sparse forest, causing some men to keep raising their feet and looking around.
There is a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere throughout the camp!
Da da da…
A crisp sound of horse hooves came along the business road.
In the darkness, a man in black wearing a cloth robe slowly rode into this lively and noisy temporary camp.
Perhaps shocked by the other party's cold aura, the sounds in the camp gradually fell silent.
All the men couldn't help but put down their work, straighten their waists, and silently look at the newcomer.
This is a demonized white horse produced in the Sarovia region. Not only is it a tall horse, but its temperament and ferocity are no less than those of low-level monsters. Therefore, it is impossible for a non-powerful knight to control this magical horse.
.
The person riding on the magic horse was dressed in a black cloth robe, with not an inch of skin exposed on his body. The hood completely covered his face in a deep shadow, giving people a sense of being from a distance.
An eerie and cold feeling.
On the chest of the man in black robes with a demonic horse, everyone saw a strange badge with a burning iron fist.
"He's from the Crimson Family..."
"Is it Master Wizard or Apprentice?"
"have no idea……"
The people who appeared in the camp were all well-traveled and well-travelled guys, and they immediately recognized the identity of the person coming. The eyes that were a little confused and wary just now were instantly covered by a thick layer of fear.
Everyone who was caught in the gaze hurriedly bowed and saluted, with flattering smiles on their faces.
"Who are the people in Duro's caravan?" the black-robed man standing high on the demon horse shouted in a deep voice.
Hearing the name called by the black robe, hundreds of people in the camp instantly focused their attention on the group of people in the corner of the camp. There were seven or eight light carriages, thirteen or four adventurers, and figures dressed as mercenaries, including a male
The leader is also wearing a cloth robe, has short blond hair, and looks very young.
Seeing that the other person's eyes were following everyone's gaze, the blond man took off the obstructive robe on his body, revealing the gray apprentice robe underneath.
"Now that these scum of the Crimson Family have come after us, friends, we will fight with him..."
Following the blond man's low roar, half of the thirteen teammates took off their robes, revealing the different styles of armor and armor underneath.
"It's a wizard's apprentice..."
"From the Kamala family..."
There were also people in the camp who were familiar with the local situation, and they immediately recognized the identities of this group of people.
Damn it, it is said that the Kamala family and the Crimson family are at war. If they fight here...
The camp that was peaceful and peaceful just now suddenly became panicked. Everyone, men, women, old and young, fled into the distance. And in this chaotic camp, the black robes who jumped off the demon horse and more than a dozen Kamala family members
The apprentices fought together.
Black Robe is not a wizard, but a quasi-witch.
The Kamala family that was hostile to him was a small team composed of 4 senior apprentices, 3 intermediate apprentices and 7 family warriors.
As soon as the two sides got together, seven apprentice-level witchcraft spells from the Kamala family came over.
Unfortunately, they were all blocked by a wind wall rising from the ground.
Jump, jump, jump...
The successive explosions of witchcraft shook the wind wall, causing it to die together with the first wave of attacks amid a trembling and agitation.
"He is a quasi-witch of the wind system... Cole, you come up... Avril, you, Anna, and Tony are responsible for long-range attacks on the outside... Brother Lie, Gray Ear, you come up with me..."
Under the command of the blond man, seven Kamala family apprentices quickly surrounded the crimson apprentice and launched rapid attacks on him from all directions. As for the family warriors who protected them, they shouted and raised their weapons.
and armor, and bravely charged towards the only enemy.
In an instant, a red fireball the size of a human head, a blinding thunderbolt and lightning, a cold ice blade and a snow blade, green sticky acid arrows, and ground spears rising from the ground... numerous witchcrafts.
Like brilliant and beautiful fireworks, it engulfed the entire battlefield, involving all the apprentices and warriors.
Although the physique of wizard apprentices is not necessarily much better than that of family warriors, the witchcraft protection lingering outside their bodies can truly protect their fragile bodies. And in the fast-attacking witchcraft attacks, that
The seven family warriors undoubtedly became the first victims of this apprentice war.
Whether it is our own witchcraft that explodes on the crimson quasi-witch's protective shield, or the rotating wind blade that the opponent randomly activates, it is fatal to this group of warriors without any witchcraft protection.
Amidst the roars of witchcraft, several family warriors fell one after another.
The body wearing leather armor or chain armor is covered with large and small elemental traces and burst blood holes. Not to mention those ice knives and snow swords, even the ordinary cold air blowing over it can directly kill a powerful warrior.
Freeze to death.
Compared to the power of elemental witchcraft, the swords and shields in the hands of family warriors are almost harmless!
Perhaps the only reason for their existence on the battlefield is to attract the opponent's attention and firepower, and to serve as human shields when necessary.
The battle only lasted a quarter of an hour and ended quickly!
The winner is of course the more powerful Crimson Quasi-Witch.
When the opposing team has no opponent who can compete with him, one-sided massacre is the most common scene!
Each wizard apprentice was cut to pieces by the terrifying wind vortex tornado, and lay dying in a pool of blood. Even the body-refining apprentice was cut off by a transparent wind blade, and the organs and debris in his belly and chest were
Scattered all over the floor.
The only remaining blond man among the seven wizard apprentices was kneeling in the bloody battlefield, breathing heavily and hard. His body, hands, and face were covered with fine scratches, slightly lighter.
If you move it, a deep black line of blood like earthworms will flow from the wound.
He gasped loudly, ignoring the fine blood on his face, and stared ferociously at the crimson quasi-witch who was still healing himself quickly on the sidelines.
They had just experienced a bloody battle, and the opponent was unable to escape despite the desperate counterattack of seven fierce apprentices.
The black robe outside the opponent's body was burned to pieces by the flames. A bloody hole the size of a fist was blasted out on the left side of the waist, and an acid arrow was pierced through the right shoulder. Other parts of the body could also be seen at every turn.
Elemental traces left by freezing air and lightning.
This crimson quasi-witch is also a young man with a sinister face. At this moment, he took out a bubbling purple potion vial, opened the cork with his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and poured it out.
At the wound where he was pierced by the acid arrow.
There was a soft sound, and white smoke billowed from the wound. The young quasi-shaman looked up to the sky and let out a short scream, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead with bulging veins.
After using the purifying potion to clean up the remaining acidic liquid in the wound, the stinging feeling of gnawing at the bones and flesh slowly subsided. I took out some hemostatic cream and treatment potion and quickly cleaned the remaining parts of the body.
The young quasi-witch finally felt relieved after he was wounded.
Even though he was scarred and on the verge of collapse at this moment, the ferocity and power deep in his bones still deeply shocked the people hiding in the distance. Although he was not a wizard, his cruelty to kill the enemy was enough to kill the enemy.
The powerful power of controlling the life and death of his enemies in his own hands made him a conqueror above everyone else.
Looking down at everyone, one can feel the strong sense of satisfaction and pride of a lion king perched high on the top of a cliff, slowly scanning his territory and his subjects!
If the businessmen, guards and laborers in the camp in front of him were all pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, then at this moment he was a majestic wolf, dominating the whole crowd! And he was also a lone wolf covered in blood and even more ferocious and vicious.
!
Even if he is seriously injured, as long as he is still standing, no pig, horse, cow or sheep will dare to take a step closer to him!
After quickly treating his injuries, and waiting until they were no longer in the way, the young crimson quasi-witch strode to the tragically dead enemy's body and began to carefully search for that special item.
stand up.
Unfortunately, after a complete search, even the flesh and blood dregs cut into pieces by the wind and vortex tornado were not spared, but the mission target of this trip was still not found.
The young quasi-witch's face immediately darkened, and he quickly targeted the senior apprentice who was still alive.
"Tell me, where is the storage ring you secretly brought out? If you hand it over, I can let you live, otherwise..."
The young quasi-witch took two steps forward, waved his hand, and a green wind blade quickly gathered in his palm.
"Bah..." The blond man knew he would die, but he was unusually harsh: "You lackeys of the Crimson family, even if you kill me, I won't tell you anything..."
Before he finished speaking, a ray of blue light passed by the side of the blond man. His right arm, which was struggling to support the ground, was broken at the elbow. The raging blood fountain instantly wet the ground beneath him.
ah……
The blond man's shrill scream sounded particularly shrill and tragic in the dark night! (To be continued)