through the dark road

Chapter 132 Strong Enemy
After clearing this nest of snake people, Perona began to use telekinesis to fish for gold coins from the cracks in the stone.

Mo Bei leaned beside her, poking his head to look in, hoping that she could catch something good.

But the previous group were just ordinary sharp-clawed vipers after all, and it was already a big hit to get a small handful of gold coins together.

"Someone, it's another team." Milor pointed to the top of the cliff outside the canyon. There was a faint light of lightning between the rocks, as if a battle was taking place.

It has been half a day since they entered this canyon, and this is the first time they have seen traces of other adventure teams.

After a while, calm was restored on the cliff, and the battle seemed to be over.

Mo Bei asked Milor for the Withering Ring of the Dark Gold Hunting Bow, and shot several magic arrows into the air in succession. The white streamer was not bright, but it was still eye-catching in the night sky.

Soon, a strong light crystal lit up on the rock above, shaking slowly in a person's hand.Three figures appeared beside the man, looking into the canyon.

Mo Bei remembered that they went to look into the canyon from the outside first, and it was also pitch black.He immediately took out a crystal to activate it, and took a clear picture of the situation on his side.

The two sides met each other, but because of the great distance and a cliff, they could only point in one direction, hoping to meet up ahead.

He now felt that Lu Gaoyin's overall command of the collective action was a mess compared with that of the Rogge camp.

I thought I could find the organization when I came here, but everyone just wandered around blindly.

In fact, the situation in Lugaoin City is very complicated. Such a big city wants to be managed the same as the Rogge camp. Everything is carefully calculated, and every power and every resource is reasonably allocated to the most needed position. In fact, it is simply an impossible thing.

Now that the managers in the city have already been battered, they really don't have much spare energy to support Drognan's guess.

As they continued to go deeper into the canyon, the group of monsters they encountered became larger and larger, and even more sharp claw vipers would be involved one after another in the battle.

When the number of snake people increased, the three of them obviously felt the pressure.

That kind of assault one after another, the continuous attack that will not stop until the goal is achieved, is indeed difficult to parry.

Just imagine the terrifying existence of the overwhelming snake-man army.

After advancing slowly for about a day, Mo Bei finally saw four figures above a rock, and his heart burst into excitement.

Finally converging, this broken place.

He couldn't see the other person's face, but seeing the four standing still, he felt a bad feeling in his heart.

The three looked at each other, and Perona shook her head unobtrusively.

"Was it you who shouted to us outside the canyon before?" Mo Bei still smiled and asked.

"Yes."

Four people jumped off the rock and walked forward slowly, one of them responded lightly.

It's your uncle. . . .Mo Bei's heart tightened, and he remembered one of the members of the Wizarding Society that Elise had mentioned.

Those diehards who have been cultivated since childhood will not be branded.

The man who speaks wears a bronze mask and light armor.This is a higher-level armor than the Gothic armor, which is suitable for legal and agile occupations.

And the three people around him were also wearing bone helmets that concealed their faces, or excellent helmets with high horns, and they couldn't see their expressions.

The barbarian wearing an excellent helmet was also holding a huge two-handed hammer upside down. The head of the hammer was one size larger than the hammer held by the blacksmith in the military camp, and the handle of the hammer was nearly 1.5 meters long. It looks quite terrifying.

Mo Bei glanced at the equipment on the four of them, and knew that their level was definitely not low.

I saw so many job changers in the small trading space, but I haven't seen one who can wear light armor or have that kind of two-handed hammer.

"I didn't expect there to be a living beacon." The man who spoke earlier seemed to have lost interest in playing games with Mo Bei and the others, and directly mentioned the word beacon.

"Squad of three, judging by the level of this equipment, it seems that the target from Candulas is still alive." The barbarian hammered his hands together and weighed them, ready to attack.

"Aren't you going to run? We still prefer the feeling of chasing and killing!" The only woman wearing a white bone helmet moved her wrist with two claws, and a long tail like a saber-toothed cat appeared behind her, swaying slowly Scrolling, that kind of tired and lazy look, very much like a cat playing with a mouse.

Demonize.

The only one who didn't speak, suddenly grew taller, and then crawled on the ground, turning into a sickly looking werewolf, similar to the one in Warriv's caravan, with bald hair and steaming body.

The paw slid across the sand, causing a faint smoke to rise from the sand.

Mo Bei's heart was beating like a heavy drum, and he felt the hairs on his face vibrate slightly with the violent heartbeat, and his back was sweating a little. The number and rank were at a disadvantage, but in his heart, there was a surge of excitement suppressed. Emotions, even madness.

Under the cover of the shield, his left hand made two simple gestures towards the back, and then made a fist.

"Shh!"

Perona flashed back a few meters away, and left a wall of fire in front of the four of them.

Miloer also flew out like a gust of wind on his toes.

With a wave of his left hand, he took out the Shenyu bow, and with a touch of his right hand on his waist, he drew out a feathered arrow and put it on the bowstring.

Turn around, draw the bow, twist the string.

That feather arrow has condensed into a crystal clear ice arrow.

"Boom!"

An electric arc shot out from the bowstring, and the frozen arrow was spun out, followed by an ice bullet, hitting the barbarians who crossed the fire wall from the air one after another.

It is indeed difficult for a barbarian to dodge an attack when he is in the air for a moment, but it also requires a strong fighting intuition to catch the flaw at that moment.

The bald werewolf seemed to be completely unafraid of the fire wall's harm, and passed through the fire wall.

The assassin bypassed the firewall with a burst of speed, with his center of gravity lowered and his long tail flicked. From left to right, outflank Mo Bei,
No wonder I have the confidence to say that I like to play chase the most. It seems that there are really not many people who can escape from their chase.

From what they said earlier, I don't know how many job-changers died at their hands.

Thinking of this, the madness in Mo Bei's heart was stirred by hatred and almost occupied his reason.

Forcibly suppressing the impulse in his heart, after the opponent entered the range of the charge, he performed a charge in the opposite direction, and his body retreated violently.

"call!"

The place where he was standing just now suddenly darkened, and a darkness that could not be penetrated by eyes appeared.

Shadow Cloak.

Fortunately, it flashed in time, this blindness is really incomprehensible to him now.

The assassin's phantom cloak failed to cover Mo Bei, so he let out an annoyed drink, and his figure flashed, and she, who was two statures behind the werewolf, suddenly appeared behind Mo Bei!
(End of this chapter)