Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

Yan Ke stroked the long knife, and a ray of hot breath passed over the blade.

"Sword Warlock, where's your other horn?"

The forest demon noticed that he only had one horn. Compared to Sarkaz, he might be more ghost-like?

"Ha, I have encountered an enemy that I can only defeat with all my strength, and I have exchanged her life for the price of a horn!"

"I regret killing her, because if I kill her, I won't have such an exciting battle."

Sarkaz, with only one horn, was laughed at, but no one dared to mock him.

Yanke doesn't bother to hide his slightly crazy nature.

Lin Yao didn't make a sound, neither did Yan Ke, the two just sat like this until dawn broke.

The awakened Logos looked helplessly and dotingly at the sleeping succubus who hugged him on the left and right.

"Hey, I said that I have grown up, and I will be laughed at by the forest demon to death."

The succubus always still thinks of him as a child in some way.

"In our eyes, His Highness Logos is still the kid who followed the elder sister."

Evelyn, who was pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes and said with a smile, but she didn't intend to let Logos go.

"So why do you keep carrying this bottle of incense? Are you going to never let the children go?"

Logos' arm held by Evelyn lifted slightly from the soft place, and a bottle of incense dust appeared in his hand at some point.

A playful smile appeared on the face of the young banshee.

"Well, you can wait for His Highness to grow up a bit, but I spent a lot of effort to collect the materials and make it!"

Evelyn stood up to grab the incense back.

"If you want to commit the next crime, I will confiscate this bottle of incense. You can go to sleep again."

Saying that, Logos pulled out the other arm held by Clarina, got up and walked out.

Only Evelyn, who was sad because the props for the crime were confiscated, and Clarina, who was asleep, were left.

As soon as Logos stepped out of the tent, he met the forest demon who turned back.

Lin Yao's eyes flashed with a teasing red light.

Logos has dropped his argument.

He simply sat down with Lin Yao and Yan Ke.

Yanke just opened his eyes and glanced at Logos, then entered the posture of sword Zen again.

"It amazes me that someone so crazy in battle can look so quiet."

Logos tilted his head to look at Yan Ke.

Yanke said nothing.

"The reward for you in the scar black market is very high, and your resume even requires me to encrypt it specially."

Logos continued.

"I'm looking forward to the real strong among the people who come to me under the bounty offer!"

Yanke finally spoke, his eyes flickering with wild anticipation.

When the time was right, Logos looked at Lin Yao.

"Everyone, get ready and assemble within half an hour, and then start marching posture!!"

The forest demon stood up and roared.

Many fighters were ready long before Logos came out, and the mercenaries were sloppy, but they were also very agile.

The mercenaries will leave people to look at the cars, and every team of mercenaries will do so.

Although they are both Sakaz mercenaries, it is difficult for them to trust each other.

The soldiers directly under the Tower of Babel don't need to do this, and the people under the Tower of Babel stationed in the village will help guard them.

"Very well, then, let's march!"

The forest demon stared at the soldiers who had completed the formation, and tapped the ground with the guide light.

Logos, who was the leader of this operation, walked at the front of the team, while Lin Yao walked behind him.

Marching on foot does not focus on speed, nor can it stop and go like traveling to see the scenery.

It is to ensure that you can meet the enemy's full state at any time while rushing, instead of losing your combat power after rushing to the combat area.

The wood demon calls out to nearby beasts.

Originium worms, wild rock crabs, hounds wandering around without their owners, crows looking for food in the sky...

They all gathered on the outside of the marching team.

In addition to assisting in future battles, they can now also assist sentries in patrolling.

After leaving the safe area, they will no longer recruit mercenary teams encountered on the road.

And the mercenary team encountered on the road will not take the initiative to approach the team when they see such a marching posture.

They headed for the first target gathering place.

Until, they met two groups of people in Huobin on the road.

One team was obviously standard Sakaz mercenaries.

And the other team...

"Letanian."

The spells in Logos' eyes lit up, piercing through the fog of spells.

"Banner of the Witch King!"

The forest demon who heard Logos' voice frowned.

"Is it the remnants of the Witch King?"

The Witch-King of Letania may be dead, but he lives on in the hearts of all who thirst for his knowledge.

As an excellent medium for the Infected to cast spells, Sarkaz would naturally be the target of the remnants of the Witch King who were expelled from Letania.

"They will have good spell-casting materials in their hands."

The banshee looked at Wendigo.

"I don't have a problem with it. It would be nice to have a warm-up battle."

Logos nodded slightly, confirming the warm-up battle.

Guide lamps radiate red light, providing buffs to warriors.

And, a huge fireball is being accumulated by the forest demon.

He will start the battle with a fireball.

He even incorporated his resentment as a single archmage into it.

Logos thoughtfully looked at the fireball that had accumulated higher than him, why did he always feel that the forest demon wanted to smash this fireball on his head?

The young spell master used a bone pen to draw in the air, and the spell restrained the fireball.

The fireball was compressed and its stability was improved, completely eliminating the possibility of the chamber exploding.

The forest demon can continue to accumulate energy in it.

He sighed slightly in his heart. He was actually looking forward to the fireball exploding so that it could hit the Logos next to it.

He seemed to see Logos being blown up and turned his head in disgrace.

No, it's a pity that such a beautiful face was blown black.

The forest demon who turned his head to look at Logos' face sighed again in his heart.

Unknowingly, Lin Yao's adjective for Logos' face has changed from handsome to beautiful.

In the end, the fireball was thrown to the rear of the remnants of the Witch King by the forest demon.

In order to prevent this grand salute from being detonated in advance by those remnants of the Witch King, Logos also specially cast a spell of [Camouflage] on it.

Fireballs burst in the mists of witchcraft remnants.

While blasting away the mists of spells used by the warlocks of Letania, it also caused huge casualties to the remnants of the Witch King.

The clear vision also made the attacks of the Sarkaz mercenaries more fierce.

And their fighters also began to attack the remnants of the Witch King.

The remnants of the Witch King noticed that new enemies were approaching, and some warlocks changed their targets.

The strong swordsmen covered the swordsmen and advanced.

The magic swordsmen interspersed among them, wielding crudely modified magic swords to tear apart the evocation spells of the remnants of the warlocks.

"???????"

Letania's musical magic echoes across the battlefield.

Soldiers who had contact with the Warlock Letania tore off the cloth strips and stuffed their ears.

"Humph!"

Logos motions for Clarina and Evelyn to sing.

"?????????*The Ballad of Sakaz*"

They sang Sarkaz ballads. Facing their beautiful singing and the ancient history of Sarkaz, Letania's rhythmic spells could only serve as an accompaniment.

The instruments and staves in the hands of the remnant party warlocks who heard the banshee's singing became more intense.

More and more remnant party warlocks turned their heads and joined the singing.

They are not reconciled.

They are not willing to turn their music into an accompanying accompaniment!

Their playing is getting more and more intense!

There are many of them, and they firmly believe that they are the main theme of the battlefield!

Logos' bone pen draws incantations that intensify the singing of the two banshees.

The remnant violinists broke their strings and the saxophonist coughed violently.

Their performance can only be an accompaniment to the banshee's singing.

The backlash of spells is light, but they have lost their self-confidence.

They don't understand.

They didn't understand why their instruments and scores couldn't compare to the simple singing voices of the two Sarkaz women.

After confirming that the Laitanian's music spell had been suppressed, the soldiers removed the cloth strips that blocked their ears.

The banshee's singing and Wendigo's protection boosted their morale!

Sarkaz's big swordsman has already pushed forward.

Sarkaz's melee fighters have already started a battle with the magic guards of the Witch King's remnants.

Letania's Spell Guards wielding an exquisite Spellblade.

A Sarkaz mage swordsman wielding a crudely modified spell sword.

Spell guards look down on the rough-hewn magic sword with poor spell conductivity, just like the magic swordsman looks down on the fine magic sword blade that breaks when it is folded.

Giant sword and blade collide with each other?

No, it was the giant sword that was crushing and cutting off the blade.

"Spit! Holding this little toy, you are also worthy of being called warriors?!"

A magic swordsman directly held the spell blade that flickered with spell fluctuations.

Sarkaz's naturally high magic resistance just made his palms slightly red.

(50 spell resistance, boy!)