Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

"Your Highness Lin Yao!"

The warlock team leader was about to stand up and salute but was stopped.

"Good job, Warlock, just lie down and report the situation to me."

"Yes, we and the team of mercenary Muyan have been resisting the plunder of the village and our Sarkaz by the remnants of the Witch King during this time."

"We are getting used to their tactics more and more, but the last time they dispatched the constructs, it seemed that they were willing to wipe us out, but we managed to hold on. The mudstone led the team to chase them, and the rest of us were responsible for staying behind."

After reporting on the dead and injured, Lin Yao accepted the nameplates of the deceased and gave them to Logos.

Logos will record what the owners of these nameplates died of.

"You haven't reported yourself, Warlock."

The forest demon looked at Pith, and then at the lumpy gray matter on the leader of the Warlock.

"It's not a serious injury, but I have to be more restrained in using spells in the future, otherwise it's easy to return to the earth. Hiss!"

He scratched his head, but pulled the rotten flesh on his chest, the herbs were already repairing his wound.

Several people exited the room to prevent excessive pressure from several high-level officials from the Tower of Babel from affecting his rest.

"So we're leaving now?"

"No problem. The other party is a mercenary after all. It's not easy to divide the materials with them if you go too late and don't get the results."

Pith who was Riberi spoke quite Sarkazian words.

"Take me, Muyan said to help me get the knife back, but I have to go myself."

Mo Jing swayed in front of Lin Yao.

"Well~ But you don't have any weapons now."

Lin Yao pulled out the custom-made tachi from the processing house bit by bit from the shadow.

Little by little.

Lin Yao paid attention to her daughter's expression. Although she didn't have any expression, she was always staring at the knife~

Mo Jing suddenly smiled and looked at Lin Yao raising the corner of his mouth and smiling.

Lin Yao was stunned, this should be regarded as being cute to him, right?

"It's the smile of receiving a gift."

With a helpless smile, he shook the antlers and handed her the Taidao in his hand.

Mo Jing hugged the Taidao and shook it, finally stuck the Taidao into the ground and gasped for breath.

"Is it heavy?"

Lin Yao scratched his chin, planted a strange seed from the ground and handed it to Mo Jing.

The muscles on Mo Jing's arm bulged after knocking off the strange power seed, and he successfully grabbed the sword.

"Well, let's do some exercise when we go back this time."

Seeing that Mo Jing was still struggling to swing the sword, Lin Yao thought that she might need a bottle of ghost medicine?

The seeds of strange power should be enough. In addition to increasing the strength for a period of time, it can also widen the tendons to allow more blood circulation.

The four-person team headed towards the hiding place of the Witch King's remnants on the map.

"Have we left Kazdel now?"

After passing a knock, the forest demon turned to look at Kazdel.

"Oh, indeed, we have now stepped into the middle ground between Kazdel and Letania."

Logos was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Cazdale used to be very big, because an area was our capital, but now Kazdale is small, because we only own that area of ​​land."

The young and old banshee murmured, the bone pen in her hand trembling slightly.

"There are traces of battle here. Let's go to Muyan's team first. If they encounter danger and are rescued by us, we can invite them to join the Tower of Babel."

"The last person who made you behave like this was the Pardoner."

Logos recalled the battle as if it were yesterday.

"I was just wondering if there would be a Tower Warlock."

Lin Yao looked at Logos secretly, he wanted to see the King of Force show off.

"If the tower warlock and the remnants of the Witch King are in the same boat~ hehe, maybe there is not much difference between them."

The male succubus chuckled seductively.

"If Touch heard it, she might vehemently refute you. She once aimed to enter the tower."

Pith said.

"Unfortunately, there are no tower warlocks, but there are still remnants of the Witch King."

With the help of the carrion crow's eyes, the forest demon watched the Sarkaz team chasing the remnants of the Witch King in the forest.

"Let's go."

The Wendigo stared at the woods and stretched out his hand. The woods were under his control.

The branches of trees and shrubs made way for the group, which had little effect on the others, but had a great effect on the forest monster's antlers.

It took a lot of time, and the mudstone with the supercharged hammer in her hand finally solved the only remaining construct in the back of the hall. She really didn't understand why this thing could keep up with the evacuation team on the opposite side.

From the body of the construct, the knife of the very powerful little girl was taken out. At that age, she could only help the villagers build houses.

Put away Mo Jing's knife, she looked around.

Alas, her performance in the pursuit battle was really bad.

However, at least when you are in the back, you can get everyone out!

After patting his own protective clothing, Muyan comforted himself and rushed towards the fighting area ahead.

Chapter 165 There is no tower warlock, but there is mudstone~

Chapter 165 There is no tower warlock, but there is mudstone~

The sound of fighting continued, and the Sarkaz mercenaries were far better at fighting than the remnants of the Witch King.

After all, the opponent's predecessors were just some musicians.

The warlocks in the team are constantly tearing away the fog that protects the remnants of the warlocks, and the other party seems to be more tired than them.

"Hurry up. I heard that the guys from the Tower of Babel have missions. If we take the majority of their missions, it will be convenient for us to exchange some supplies with them."

Sakaz, codenamed "Smoker", shouted and put the pipe back into his mouth.

What is burned in the pipe is not tobacco, but wood chips that have just been cut off.

"Don't think that I don't know that some of the spices were taken away by you."

The cook casually knocked over a magic guard and slammed his shoulder into the smoker.

"Keep down, I've already regretted it, that cigarette is really hot and choking."

The tall Sarkaz kicked an enemy down, and the blade in his hand swiped down to decapitate him.

Hanging his head on his waist, those remnants of the Witch King were retreating steadily.

"Hmph, they will be a little cruel when they treat us as spell-casting materials, and they are nothing compared to us!"

A Sakaz cut off the antlers that were in the way, hung the head on his waist, and casually patted the head's frightened face.

"Don't let those warlocks slip away, their instruments are worth a lot!"

With the melee personnel in the rear, the remnant warlocks ran very fast.

"Why don't you leave a few heads to make the boss happy, he is still behind and hasn't caught up!"

Hearing this, the smoker casually chopped off the leg of the fallen enemy, putting him in a state of serious injury.

"Let's go! Don't forget who on the battlefield has been covering us and rearing up for us, praise the boss!"

Hulala The noisy Sarkaz continued to chase.

"Leitania's beautiful foul language! They are still chasing after you! Damn it, can't those demons be used as material?"

The warlock leader of the remnant party who was helped to evacuate cursed angrily.

"You guys, go and lure them away!"

The warlocks pointed at a group of Letanian rebels.

"Why—uhhhhh!"

A rebel who wanted to resist was inspired by the curse seal in his body, and his life was drained into the hands of the leader of the remnant warlock.

"Letania's beautiful foul language! Remember, next time all the rebels you recruit will be infected with the ore disease!"

The leader said to the guard who supported him.

The curse seals in the rest of the rebels were also about to move, which made them choose to turn around and stop the Sarkaz.

"Sorry, you have to stay here with them."

Trees moved out of the way, and the "Spell Lovers" squad shone in on the rebels.

"So, give us a big thank you, we're the 'Spell Lovers' squad!"

Those Letanians who saw Wendigo's terrifying face and felt the terrifying spell fluctuations from the three-person team fell into panic.

The remnants of the Witch King wanted to escape from here, but the road was blocked by roots revealing powerful witchcraft fluctuations.

"Everyone, please rest your bodies here, and I wish your souls will never have peace."

Logos gently stroked the bone pen, and the spell broke the music and made these musicians lose their voices.

The spells Pith swayed continued to explode, knocking enemies down one by one, wanting to groan but unable to make a sound.

"Aren't you going to eat some to make this place scarier?"

"No, dirty things should not be eaten."

The forest demon stretched out its wooden fingers and commanded its roots to twist off the limbs of the remnants of the Witch King.

They purposely reserved a few people for Mo Jing to test new weapons.

The tachi was constantly being swung by Mo Jing. The weight coupled with Mo Jing's extremely sharp Origin Stone skills meant that everything the tachi touched would be cut off instantly.

Accompanied by the sound of waving wind and the splattering of blood, the red sharpness of the dragon-slaying knife, which is covered by the lava dragon rock shell, stands out.

The blade became red and scorching hot, and became sharper, and Mo Jing became more proficient in it.

But even if Lin Yao asked to reduce the size, this Taidao is still not so convenient for the current Mo Jing.

But after a roundabout cut, Mo Jing only felt that the knife in his hand seemed to be integrated with her.

A silver-white streamer flowed on the scorching blade.

Maybe she should let her know about Na!Home!board! ?

Seeing Mo Jing dancing happily with his sword, Lin Yao thought of the painful memories.

It would be fine if he didn't climb the dragon, he didn't want his daughter to be at risk of developing high blood pressure.

"There is another very important thing. Which of you will collect the loot? There is still a hidden place that we need to destroy later."

Lin Yao rubbed her chin.

Logos glanced at the messy venue with disgust, and Pith shifted his gaze to the forest monster early.

Mo Jing, on the other hand, was staring intently at the Taidao in his hand after he finished chopping people.

Lin Yao consciously began to touch the corpse.

Some usable source stones, which looked quite valuable, and some spell-casting materials that he carried with him.

"I still think the Deathstroke team is a better fit for us."

Logos spoke appropriately.

"No! That's too secondary. 'Spell Lovers' is more suitable for us. It can reveal the common characteristics of the three of us at once!"

The forest demon who was touching the corpse retorted fiercely.