Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 45 Killing

Wayne's handsome appearance was extremely intimidating, especially the cold murderous intent revealed in every move, which made the Wild Dog Gang, these little thieves who only run rampant in the market, instinctively feel a little fear.

However, after all, they had a huge advantage in numbers. Excluding the seven or eight people who had been slaughtered by Wayne, there were still about 20 of them left on the farm, and counting the vicious dogs they had domesticated, the number had already exceeded forty.

With such a large number, let alone encircling and suppressing a person, it is more than enough to slaughter a village.

A strong man with a bald head and a scarred face, carrying a steel knife, may be the little leader of the wild dog gang. He was the first to react from the shock, and immediately grabbed a young man next to him, and shouted to him:
"Go and inform the boss that there is a strong enemy attacking us, let the boss come to support us."

After saying this, the bald-headed man pushed the young man away, pointed at Wayne with the steel knife in his hand, and shouted:
"Don't be afraid, this bastard only has one person and one sword."

"No matter how awesome we are, with so many of us, each of us can drown him with a mouthful of saliva."

"Give it to me, let the dog bite him to death."

After receiving the order from the leader, the other members of the Wild Dog Gang stuffed two fingers into their mouths and blew a series of loud whistles as if they had gained courage.

And when they heard these whistles, the vicious dogs beside them seemed to have been ordered, their expressions and movements became more fierce, their eyes glowed fiercely, their mouths barked harshly, and they rushed towards Wayne in a swarm.

There are about twenty of these vicious dogs. After professional training, they are not much weaker than wild wolves in terms of strength and speed.

Running wildly on all fours, he rushed to Wayne in just a few seconds.

However, in the face of these wild beasts with mouths wide open and slobbering, Wayne already had a countermeasure in his mind. As the saying goes, the fire is too weak, and these shiny, fur-covered vicious dogs are just torches waiting to be ignited.

Before the members of the Wild Dog Gang issued an order, the magic power of chaos had already accumulated in his hands. When four or five of the strongest vicious dogs rushed in front of him, an Igni Seal that condensed about one-third of the magic power in his body spewed out instantly.

The orange-red flames, with suffocating heat, immediately enveloped the space about ten meters in front of Wayne. Not only were the vicious dogs rushing forward directly ignited, but even some vicious dogs behind were also affected.

Their shiny fur became the best combustion accelerant, and they were ignited into burning torches one by one in the hot flame.

The ear-piercing barks all turned into desperate howls of dying, and a stench of burnt fur soon permeated the farm.

Fire is the bane of all animals, and no animal is not afraid of fire.

Seeing that almost half of the dogs of the same kind were burned to charcoal by the flames, the fierce dogs clamped their tails and scratched the ground restlessly with their limbs. No matter how their master called, they dared not move forward.

Wayne squinted his eyes and looked at the results of the seal with satisfaction. The destructive power of the Igni seal he had strengthened many times could no longer be called a trick, and it was no more than the fire spells of the warlocks.

If some warlocks saw this scene, they might open their mouths in surprise.

And those wild dog gangs on the farm who have never seen the world have been scared to death. As the city's hooligans, they have never seen a real spellcaster. The power of the Igni Sign has seriously affected their confidence.

They were a rabble. Facing Wayne's rapid killing, several gang members were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and took a few steps back in a vain manner.

He murmured in his mouth:
"Wizard, it's a wizard! Those monsters are coming to kill us."

The boldness of the bald man is good. Wayne's spells did not frighten him. He swallowed quietly, observed the cowardice of his subordinates, and thought of the boss's punishment for the loser.
"Don't be afraid, all rush forward, he must only cast the spell once."

"We have a lot of people, as long as we surround him, he will die."

Seeing that the people under him were still hesitant, he immediately threatened:
"Think about the fate of Verus. That guy has been eaten. If you escape, the boss will definitely feed you to Hogg afterwards."

The Hogg mentioned by the bald man seemed to be very intimidating. After hearing this name, the wild dog gang who had been distracted immediately gathered their courage again.

A few simple-minded guys directly raised the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards Wayne screaming.

This time, Wayne didn't choose to cast other spells that cost a lot. Instead, he put a layer of Quen shield on himself, and went to meet the few people rushing towards him.

Although the seal is more powerful, he doesn't know what kind of enemies he will encounter later, and he needs to preserve his magic power.

The first thing Wayne had to face was a fat man with a strong physique. This guy was full of fat, wearing a set of brown leather armor, and holding a mace in his hand.

Probably because he was used to street fighting, facing Wayne who was holding a steel sword, he actually wanted to rely on his strong body to throw him down.

Wayne only took half a step to the right nimbly, and his body dodged his pounce, while the steel sword in his hand pierced directly into his throat in an upward slanting way, and then cut off half of his neck directly by the inertia of the two bodies when they staggered.

A middle-aged man who was following him was taken aback by Wayne's neat movements, but he had already rushed in front of Wayne, and he could only instinctively raise the ax in his hand, shouting and chopping it down.

Faced with this unskilled attack, Wayne just turned sideways, without even moving his footsteps, and avoided the trajectory of the ax blade. The steel sword in his hand slashed sideways mercilessly, directly cutting off the man's two arms holding the axe, and then the steel sword pulled upwards, directly cutting open his stomach.

Let him fall to the ground, he can only hold his internal organs and howl miserably.

After killing two people in a row, Wayne shook off the blood on the sword, and walked a few steps towards the Wild Dog Gang expressionlessly.

The third gang who attacked came with a rusty scythe, maybe he was a former farmer, and he bent down in a different way, trying to cut Wayne's legs with the scythe.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he bent down, he just exposed his neck.

There was no mercy in Wayne's heart, and the steel sword in his hand was even faster. Before the man's sickle touched his legs, the sword light flashed, and he had already cut off his head.

The sprayed blood splashed onto Wayne's face like a fountain, and the warm feeling aroused more destructive desires in his heart.

Wayne's eyes shone brightly. After killing three people in a row, he felt that dealing with these humans seemed easier than dealing with water ghosts.

Aside from the lack of hesitation and no fear in the attacks of the water ghosts, the biggest difference was that the mob in front of them had no professional training at all, relying entirely on instinctive and clumsy attacks, it was simply a joke to want to fight a sword master who had undergone more than ten years of training.

It seemed that they were afraid of Wayne's clean killing method, and it took less than ten seconds to kill three people in a row.

This kind of efficiency is simply too powerful for these gangsters who usually only blackmail and bully with their numbers, and even shake their sanity.

Some gang members only felt that their heads were dizzy, fear lingered in their hearts, and their limbs felt numb.

The leading bald man was not intimidated by the killing in front of him. He gritted his teeth and stared into Wayne's eyes.

As a deserter who has been on the battlefield, although he is not considered brave, he has seen wars anyway, and knows that swordsmanship masters are not much better than ordinary people when facing siege.

Seeing that the hearts of the people on his side have been scattered and the morale of the army is unstable, a trace of timidity and ferocity flashed in the heart of the bald man. In order to boost morale, he raised the steel knife in his hand, gestured to his confidantes with his eyes, and shouted loudly:
"Hold on, come up with me, the boss will be here soon."

"At that time, this guy will be dead. We must smash his bones into ashes and tear him into pieces to avenge our brother."

After shouting this, the bald-headed man felt overwhelmed, and took the lead to charge towards Wayne with a weapon in his hand.

(End of this chapter)