"You are so calm. Didn't you hear that Granfaz is about to kill you? Are you still driving slowly here? Do you want to watch the battle?" the curly-haired woman asked with a yawn.
Although Enfas was looking at the road ahead, his attention was focused on the psychic warriors who were starting to set up positions behind him: "Aren't you interested? This is not an adventure for one or two psykers to go into the dungeon, but a spiritual warrior.
It can be used on the battlefield, and the psychic transmission just now is enough to explain a lot of things."
"I'm not like you, who looks forward to fighting every day." The curly-haired woman rubbed her forehead: "I wonder if there is good wine in Chai Dui Town. I have a terrible headache."
"Are you still thinking about drinking? Nowadays, everyone in Chaihei Town is probably like ants on a hot pot. It's better if they don't drive us away." Enfas looked at the sky around him: "And I can feel it here.
The air is filled with fluctuations of psychic energy. Is it imprinting psychic powers on the surrounding space? Is there such a magic circle? Is it using the astral body?"
The curly-haired woman grumbled and got back into the caravan. Enfas took out a cat's eye stone from his arms. There was a deep arc of light in the sea-blue stone, like a feline's vertical pupil, with eyes that discerned the truth.
This is the psicrystal servant of Enfas. Even if it does not have sensory organs, it can still see the surrounding environment through super-vision. Although Enfas cannot share the vision with it, he can telepathically communicate with the psicrystal servant to know the distance.
Situation. Astral bodies gradually gathered on both sides of the cat's eye stone, and spider-like legs grew out. With a slight jump, it jumped away from Enfas's fingers and headed towards the battlefield.
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"Hey! There are a lot of people on the other side!" The tall hunter, who was comforting his jackal comrades, said to the leader beside him. At the same time, he looked at the crowd on the horizon. There were sixty or seventy people, forming a tight formation and full of vigilance.
A strong mutated jackal was riding on the leader's crotch, holding a raw meat bone in his hand and chewing it. His mouth was full of sharp and messy teeth, covered with bloodshot minced meat, just like a humanized jackal.
"What are you afraid of? There are more people here!" The leader threw the gnawed bones to his mount, rubbed his hands covered with blood and grease on his legs, stretched his neck and sniffed hard, with a look of suspicion on his face: "
It’s strange, there don’t seem to be so many people on the other side, but I was disturbed by the smell on the road and couldn’t smell the number of people very clearly.”
"Is it a spell?" the tall hunter asked: "It's the same as the Imperial Guy's 'Mirror Shadow'?"
"Whatever! Charge over in one wave and bite when you smell it. You're right!" The leader pulled out two kukri knives from his back waist, clamped his thighs together, urged the mount under his crotch, and shouted at the same time: "Child
We, prepare to charge!"
Behind the leader are more than three hundred hunters and soldiers of the Wind Jackal Tribe, and there are also a hundred jackals with yellow and black fur. They have irregular and messy manes from the back of their heads to their backs, and they are digging restlessly on the ground one by one.
Roaring, with a strong thirst for flesh and blood, saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes gleamed fiercely.
This hunger has also been transmitted to more than 300 hunters. Each of them has an unnatural and fanatical expression. What is revealed in their eyes is not the high morale on the eve of the battle, but the desire to feast on flesh and blood. Most of them hold regurgitators.
They were equipped with short weapons such as knives, short spears, and hand axes, and they were covered with simple armor randomly sewn from the furs of various wild beasts.
The leader of the Wolf Riders is very satisfied. The Wind Jackal tribe never relies on pre-war declarations or magic control spells to boost morale. Their fighting style is like jackals on the grassland. When they encounter weak enemies, they swarm them in an extremely efficient and cruel way.
Hunt enemies. If you encounter a strong opponent, disperse in a rush so that the opponent cannot wipe out the tribe as a whole.
Even after the guidance and integration of the Sky Singers, the Wind Jackal Tribe already has more than 3,000 hunters dispatched by Gran Faz. However, their habits and style have never been to attack the enemy's huge array head-on. Instead, they look for the enemy's weak points.
Wherever you go, bite it down hard with your teeth, tear off a piece of meat, and then retreat with greedy eyes, waiting for the next opportunity to attack. This is what the Wind Jackal tribe does.
Looking at the team of only sixty or seventy people on the road in the distance, the leader of the wolf cavalry licked his lips. He would personally win the first victory in Chai Dui Town!
After a high-pitched wolf howl, this group of more than 300 wind jackal hunters came at a gradually accelerating pace, like a yellow and black torrent sweeping over the muddy ground, carrying the smell of blood.
On the other hand, the soldiers in Chaidui Town wearing ephedra robes were silent in the cold and slightly humid wind of early spring. The spiritual warriors in the front row were holding shields and leaning spears, standing upright like a thorny wall.
Move without any fear or flinching.
The one hundred jackals at the front, moving their limbs back and forth alternately, flicking their tongues and saliva, had already arrived dozens of feet in front of the formation, while the hunter group was divided into two groups, trying to double-team from the left and right.
However, in the next moment, bits of spiritual silver light shot out from behind the shield array, and a series of "astral entanglements" spilled out masses of thick liquid, like the effect of a large "spider web", trapping the wolves, where they struggled and howled.
At the same time, two groups of wind jackal hunters ran wildly. The spirit guard among them was as fast as a galloping horse with the blessing of "stride." And with the speed of running, he threw the first wave of spears!
A thin sheet of starlight rose up on both sides of the shield formation, covering the wide-area "deflection force field" of the psychic warriors, causing the spear projectiles to fly everywhere, but none of them hit.
"Kill! Kill them all!"
The Wind Jackal Hunter, who had long been hungry for flesh and blood, showed no fear in the face of this situation, howling and launching a fearless charge.
However, in the next moment, the formation of the spiritual warriors was covered with silver light, and all of them performed the "expansion technique" at once. Sixty or seventy giants raised their feet and dodged, and the linked "heavy stepping technique" caused a shock
Wave, sweep out!
A three-foot wave immediately set off, and the fastest Wind Jackal hunter was directly knocked away by the shock wave. The Wind Jackal soldiers dozens of feet behind fell to the ground in embarrassment, stumbling over their hands and feet, and fell like mowing grass. The charge was scattered.
The lineup immediately became chaotic.
Before the Wind Jackal Hunters who fell to the ground could get up, the Psychic Warriors rushed out in one move, sweeping with axes, halberds and heavy hammers, and piercing with long swords and spears. They had a speed beyond their size, like a life-devouring steel thorn fortress.
, crushing over the Wind Jackal Hunter without hesitation, leaving a pile of corpses behind.
The soldiers of the Wind Jackal Tribe in the rear were obviously frightened by the sudden appearance of the formation, and many of them stopped charging. Some of them tried to attack the giant psychic warrior, but they tried their best to attack, but they were hit in the end.
In the empty space, he was immediately flanked by the psychic warriors next to him. The weapons that also expanded and enlarged were astonishing in weight and could easily kill him.
"Phantoms! They are all phantoms!"
The leader of the Wolf Riders immediately noticed something unusual. It was estimated that half of the group of psychic warriors in front of him were phantoms formed by magic, and the number was far less than it seemed.
But even so, the charge of the Wind Jackal tribe collapsed at the first touch. The counterattack of the psychic warriors in Chaidui Town was fierce. It was not comparable to the town guards that the Wind Jackal tribe used to guerrilla and plunder in the past, but was no less a powerful enemy than the Imperial Legion!
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"Incredible." Enfas, who observed the battlefield through the spiritual crystal servant, sighed: "First, a method similar to the 'Mirror Shadow Technique' was used to transform a team of fifteen people into a lineup of sixty or seventy people. Under this cover,
Use low-level abilities such as 'expansion', 'inert armor', and 'combat prediction' to improve individual combat capabilities... What's even more rare is that the cooperation of these psychic warriors is simply extraordinary, flanking, covering,
To disturb the enemy, only veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time can do everything, and they may not even be able to do it so well!"
Watching the soldiers of the Wind Jackal Tribe disperse and run away with their tails between their legs, the Psychic Warriors did not pursue them, but re-stabilized their formation and advanced slowly.
"Hey! Don't sleep!" Enfas shook the curly-haired woman and asked: "Don't you think these psychic warriors have too much spiritual energy? I don't think their spellcasting level is high. Ordinarily they don't have that much.
They can squander their psychic energy. After this round, aren't they afraid of the enemy's next charge? Or are there enough magic items? But I don't think it will be of much use."
"Are you bothering me?" The curly-haired woman turned over and replied in a daze: "Well... there is a 'super resonance' in the fifth-level power, which can connect the caster's spirit with other psychics.
Extract everyone's spiritual energy to form a collective spiritual energy pool. The psychic powers exerted through this spiritual energy pool will be more powerful."
Enfas shook his head and said: "I have heard of this psychic power, but these psychic warriors don't seem to be of such a high level."
The curly-haired woman raised her fingers to the sky, and Enfas realized something: "You mean that spiritual magic circle? It provides spiritual energy for the spiritual warriors? This, but... what kind of huge amount of spiritual energy does this require? That mysterious
Doctor Lanso constantly provides psychic energy to the entire magic circle?"
"Then I don't know." The curly-haired woman was a little irritated: "Ah~ I have a terrible headache. Stop being so slow and hurry up to Chai Dui Town and get me some wine."
Enfas remembered the scene where the curly-haired woman had no drink, so he had no choice but to wave his whip and let the Psychic Crystal Servant catch up with him.
"Wait a minute, a group of natives are coming to us!" Enfas suddenly realized the danger. In order to allow the spiritual crystal servants to observe the battle, the caravan never stayed away from the battlefield. It happened to be upwind, so for
The jackal hunter with a keen sense of smell is almost a piece of meat right next to his mouth.
"Hey! Something is really going to happen this time! There are at least thirty or forty natives chasing this way!" Enfas urged the horses and said to the curly-haired woman in the caravan: "If it doesn't work, just use this car.
Just throw it away!"
"Don't throw it away! This is my only property. If you want to run away, just run away!" The curly-haired woman pressed her forehead and responded irritably.
"I can't deal with so many enemies!" Enfas said anxiously: "They are just a group of stragglers anyway. Why don't we just use the 'any door' to hide far away? It is impossible for this group of natives to really lead a caravan slowly."
Walk!"
The howl of wolves came from far away, and Enfas immediately took out the hand crossbow under the seat. A thin spiritual silver light appeared around his head, and said: "If you don't leave, I will leave!"
"A group of guys who are neither human nor beasts, are they making such a fuss?" The curly-haired woman stretched out her kick and kicked Enfas out of the carriage. She grabbed her head of thin curly hair angrily and looked very ugly.
"You are very capable, you handle it, I'll run away first!" Enfas was even more straightforward, patted his butt, cast "Any Door" with a flash of silver light, and fled to the bushes a few hundred feet away.
"You're so brave? It's a good thing that you participated in the Battle of Ghost Bay. You are becoming more and more useless." The curly-haired woman rummaged through the caravan for a long time, finally found a bottle, poured it into her mouth and spit it out:
"Where did you get the mugwort juice?"
While the curly-haired woman was still complaining, a group of jackal hunters who had been repelled by the psychic warriors overtook the caravan. They never minded fleeing and retreating on the battlefield, and when they saw other prey, they would immediately become greedy.
, plunge into a brand new battle.
"Look! There is a woman!" The jackal hunters surrounding the caravan were very excited. They didn't know whether it was due to the hunger for seeing flesh or other reasons, but they moved towards the curly-haired woman without any explanation.
"Go away!" The curly-haired woman waved her hand: "I'm in a bad mood!"
However, these jackal hunters didn't listen at all. Their primitive and ignorant nature urged them to capture this woman.
"I just hate guys like this who can't understand... Oh, they probably don't understand the common language, right?" The curly-haired woman said to herself, as if ignoring the surrounding situation.
But when a Wind Jackal hunter touched her shoulder, the surrounding air suddenly stagnated, and dozens of hunters and soldiers of the Wind Jackal tribe all stood still, unable to move.
The next moment, the air flowed again, and the wind was mixed with a little silver light. The horrifying scream replaced the sound of the wind, penetrating the minds of every member of the Wind Jackal tribe, and the power of the "overfrequency blast" made their brains boil.
It was "boiling" in the literal sense. There were thirty or forty people around, and the skulls were visibly melting. The brains inside the skulls made a gurgling boiling sound, and then exploded one after another.
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"Um?"
On the three-part eight-view altar, there are more than a dozen silver mirrors hanging in front of Xuan Weizi, which reflect the various large and small battlefields in Chaidui Town. The small-scale battlefields of Glanfazi are mainly composed of the Wind Jackal Tribe and the Wild Mane Tribe.
The test has begun. With the assistance of the Star Gang Altar, Xuan Weizi can monitor the situation in multiple battlefields at the same time. At the same time, Xuan Weizi uses the Star Gang Law Altar to resonate with the deep crystal mineral veins to extract spiritual power and provide spiritual warriors with
support.
Just now, Xuan Weizi suddenly sensed that another extremely powerful psychic power was being displayed within the scope of the Xinggang Altar. At present, except for himself, most of the other psychic warriors only mastered first- to second-level psychic powers, but
That kind of spiritual energy fluctuation can clearly only be displayed by a high-level psychic.
An inexplicable thought emerged, and another round light appeared in front of Xuan Weizi, like a gaze from the sky looking at the caravan on the ground.
They saw a curly-haired woman standing among the headless corpses on the ground, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. But the moment she was looked at by Xuan Weizi, she raised her head very keenly, and through the round light of the sky, she looked directly at Xuanwei, who was sitting on the altar.