The Wizarding Age

If Grimm was still the wizard apprentice with only a few magic puppets, then this "battle" in front of him might still make him excited and feel thrilling.

Unfortunately...

Now in Grimm's storage belt, the number of low-level goods like mud magic puppets has reached three digits, and even mid-level magic puppets such as rock pythons have begun to appear in squad mode. Except for the quasi-witch level magic puppets, which are still a bit scarce, Grimm's magic puppet army has begun to take shape.

The group combat brought about by the increase in numbers also makes the mud magic puppets extremely difficult to deal with.

To be fair, it is a bit difficult for a mud magic puppet with only the strength of an intermediate apprentice to fight against a regular demon hunter knight. The body made of mud cannot be as indestructible as rock puppets and steel puppets. The demon hunter knight uses simple magic weapons and sharp knight combat skills. Almost every powerful slash or savage collision can beat a mud magic puppet to half of its body.

Unfortunately, this group of demon hunters obviously lacked experience in fighting against large-scale elemental puppets. They did not know that there was an extremely important elemental core in the body of the elemental puppet. Therefore, most of their attacks were wasted on the heavy limbs and mud-ball-like heads of the mud puppets.

Every mud puppet with serious limb damage would dive into the ground, and when they repaired their bodies and emerged again, they were already brand new and no different from a new puppet.

Therefore, in the eyes of those demon hunters, this group of more than 40 mud puppets was simply a large army of puppets that emerged from the soil continuously, and they could not be eliminated by human power at all.

From the beginning of the war, every time a brilliant knight's combat skill shone throughout the field and smashed two or three mud puppets to pieces, the knights would burst into excited cheers. But now, a steady stream of puppets emerged from the soil, and the heavy mud fists and unexpected mud spears had made them exhausted and difficult to resist.

As more and more demon hunters were knocked to the ground by the fists of the clay puppets, the circle of battle shrank smaller and smaller. Soon, only the knight captain and two deputies were still fighting, while the clay puppets besieging them had already formed three or four dense circles.

Seeing that the battle was decided, Grimm no longer concealed himself, stepped out of the darkness with firm steps, and walked into the messy temporary camp step by step.

His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the last three people!

Looking at Grimm's strange figure covered by a black robe, the knight captain and the other two immediately understood that this was the initiator of the disaster tonight!

The three looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and made a resolute decision in an instant.

The two team deputies shouted, threw away the small hand shield with thousands of holes, and instantly drove the flaming sword to its maximum power, rushing towards Grimm like cutting melons and vegetables.

Just halfway through, they were blocked by the dense mud demon puppets.

The two knights' assistants shouted loudly again, their faces flushed red, and while the power in their bodies had not yet disappeared, two thick flame blades flew out of their hands, crushing the mud demon puppets in front of them all the way.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, white light appeared on the body of the knight captain, and the whole person was like a cheetah sliding quickly on the ice, passing through the chaotic demon puppet blockade, the long sword in his hand ignited a blazing flame, with a series of terrible afterimages, and slashed at the hateful evildoer with all his strength.

The fierce and hot wind almost blew off the hood on Grimm's head, and the knight captain's eyes suddenly collided with the other party's burning pupils.

No matter how domineering and overbearing he was at the moment, and no matter how close his flaming sword was to the evil man's eyebrows, there was no hesitation or fear in the other party's blazing eyes.

The knight captain's heart trembled.

For the first time in his life, he saw a pair of burning eyes!

Not a metaphor, not an illusion, but a pair of real flaming eyes spewing out terrifying flames!

At this moment, the front end of his flaming sword, which was burning like a torch, was less than one meter away from the evil man's head. And at such a distance, with his terrible speed of wild collision, he would pass through it without even half a finger.

Just as the knight captain's muscles were tensed, intending to chop open the pair of flaming eyes that frightened him with the most violent and cruel chopping, the ground under his feet, in front of the evil man, cracked, the soil splashed, and a huge and terrible monster rushed out.

And the knight captain's flaming sword was chopped right in the middle of the terrible monster's forehead!

The rocks were shattered, and the mud and sand were all gone...

The flaming sword chopped off layers of rocks, and finally got stuck in the thick and dense rocks.

A quasi-witch-level rock python broke through the ground, carrying the flaming sword embedded in the forehead brow arch and the knight captain, and rushed directly to a height of nearly 10 meters. The ring-shaped rock body stood up like that, and tons of mud and sand gushed out of the rock python's black eye sockets and big mouth, rolling the knight captain's body.

But even so, he still did not discard the long sword embedded in the head of the rock giant python.

After the two knight assistants delivered the last blow, their bodies collapsed due to exhaustion. Several mud magic puppets rushed up and quickly controlled them.

At this moment, the only one who could still move in the field was the knight captain hanging on the head of the rock python.

Seeing that the other party was still thinking about resisting, Grimm snapped his fingers impatiently, and a terrifying lightning bolt from the sky struck the knight captain directly. So the next second, he also fell down like a rotten wood, smashing a shallow pit on the ground.

After cleaning up the last resistance, the whole camp finally quieted down.

One by one, the mud puppets began to clean up this temporary camp in an orderly manner.

The mud residue after the war was pushed out, the broken ground was leveled again, the bonfire was lit again, and a new skinned wild boar was placed on the bonfire... The boy tied to a big tree shuddered, and in a trance, he seemed to feel that time suddenly went back to the beginning. The environment in front of him was the same as before, the only difference was that there was only one mysterious black robe left in this camp.

Of course, if he, the captive, was counted, there should be two!

"Can you barbecue?" The black robe suddenly turned his head and looked at the boy.

This sudden question made the boy at a loss. He nodded first and then shook his head. For a moment, he didn't even know what he was answering.

"It's better that you can do it! Otherwise, I will eat you as food!" The black robe raised his hand and shot a line of fire, instantly burning the tough cowhide rope that bound the boy into ashes: "Come and help me grill meat!"

The boy moved his numb hands and feet and gently stroked the ashes left on his skin.

The black ashes dispersed, revealing the intact skin underneath.

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched.

You know, those ropes were tied to him just now and deeply tied into his flesh. And the mysterious caster was able to burn the ropes with fire without damaging his flesh and blood. This... This terrible power of elemental control is simply worshipful!

In his heart, this mysterious black robe that suddenly appeared was simply a great god sent by God to save him. Otherwise, how could a human being control the elemental fire to such a subtle degree!

With a pious belief, the boy dug out the gravel in his mouth, ran to the sundries left by the mercenaries, took out the water bag and drank it first, then washed his hands and face, and honestly came to the campfire to grill the prey.

Grimm sat by the campfire, ignoring the boy, still communicating silently with the chip in his mind.

"Ding, battle report statistics...

A total of 23 natives of this plane were captured, including 13 demon knights, 10 human mercenaries, and 1 escaped...

The magic puppet team dispatched 37 mud magic puppets and 1 quasi-witch rock python, with 0 casualties...

Preliminary combat power assessment: The strength of the demon knight is equivalent to that of the wizard apprentice. The individual strength is a combination of primitive magic weapons and knight combat skills, suitable for large-scale battlefield fighting..."

Grimm was slightly stunned.

"Why did someone escape? Where is that guy?"

As soon as Grimm's thought came up, the chip switched the perspective of a wind monster in the distance.

In a dark jungle, a thin and flexible mercenary was running wildly into the distance without looking back. He was unwilling to slow down his pace even though the branches whipped his body and left blood marks all over his body.

It must be said that Grimm had cleaned up the forest too much recently, making the wild beasts in the jungle almost extinct. Otherwise, with his reckless collision, he would sooner or later become a delicacy in the stomach of the wild beasts in the forest.

"Ding, this mercenary just ran out of the camp in the chaos. May I ask if the main body has sent a lightning giant to capture or kill him?"

Grimm's eyes flickered, and he said coldly: "Looking at the direction he ran, he should be heading for the human town in the west! The evil insects have set up a big net there. I hope he has such good luck to get through. Don't worry about him. Since he wants to die, let him experience the taste of evil insects!"

"By the way, I feel that the strength of these knights is very average. They are just ordinary people who have undergone special physical training. How can you put their strength on the same level as that of wizard apprentices?"

"Ding, this evaluation is a conclusion drawn from the comprehensive strength of both sides in all aspects... The demon hunter knight is a special profession that needs a lot of external assistance to exert its own combat power. Their most basic equipment should be powerful mounts, customized magic equipment, and powerful personal combat skills. If all these are taken into consideration, the fully armed demon hunter knight should not be inferior to the wizard apprentice of the same strength..."

Grimm couldn't help but fall into deep thought after hearing this!

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