Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

He easily broke the magic sword, which had lost its hardness due to his pursuit of magic conductivity.

"Leitanian, your blade is as fragile as you are!"

Seeing the magic guard kneeling on the ground, the magic swordsman laughed loudly.

"Sarkaz swears, what are you laughing at? You, these little toys can be exchanged for a lot of money in the scar black market! You just broke it?!"

The scolding of the Demon Swordsman leader came over, and the Demon Swordsman quickly stopped laughing and took the magic guard's head.

Seeing the frustration of their own melee combatants, the remaining warlocks came to their senses.

They gave up suppressing the echoing banshee song and turned their attention back to Sakaz who rushed in front of them.

They played the spell again, only this time they played with the bleakness of the ending.

"Ok?"

A blood-red chain wrapped around a dazed violinist.

"Hahaha, I caught one! Hurry up and hit him!"

The Sarkaz warlock dragged the violinist closer to the warriors.

The poor remnants of the Witch King were stabbed into a sieve by the Sarkaz with chains and swords.

"By the way, how do you calculate this head count?"

A Sarkaz warlock fished for a saxophonist.

"I got one too! What do you do with the head? If you're happy, it's over!"

Warlock Sarkaz laughed and began to prepare the next spell.

The remaining melee fighters who finally reacted stood in front of their warlock.

The remnant warlocks saw that it was difficult for the ranged music spells to cause damage to the Sakaz who had high spell resistance and were protected, so they began to play sharp and single-line music spells.

late.

The Sakaz have advanced to the front of the warlocks.

The instruments with spell damage hit the magic swordsman and the great swordsman.

It's so powerless.

The instrument was taken away.

The Sarkaz fiddled roughly with their precious instruments.

"Just this little toy? It's stained with the blood of our own people!"

"Sarkaz's foul language! Just to make the sound of these toys better? Is that why you hunt us?"

A Sakaz warlock leader cursed angrily.

"Stupid demons! You don't understand anything! This is for the true meaning of magic! You should be proud that you are qualified to be a stepping stone to the truth!"

The remnant of the Witch King who was trampled under by a magic swordsman made a voice of unwillingness.

The Demon Swordsman's giant sword was pressed against his neck.

"You can't really kill us! Our souls will continue to follow His Majesty the Witch King! We will continue to haunt you! We will become your dreams..."

The heads and bodies of the Witch King's remnants were separated.

"……nightmare."

"Sarkaz's foul language can't be tolerated anymore!"

The magic swordsman patted his body, he always felt unlucky.

"Let's go, there are still enemies struggling uselessly."

Looking around, the beasts recruited by His Highness Lin Yao were already biting in chaos on the battlefield.

"Stay away from those high-energy stone bugs! Don't get hurt in the hands of the enemy but instead get hurt in the hands of the source stone bugs on your side!"

Chapter 73 A filial son, but righteous

Chapter 73 A filial son, but righteous

Lin Yao and Logos have been watching the battle.

"The soldiers are fine, but the mercenaries need to be restrained."

Lin Yao saw a few mercenaries sneaking around on the battlefield without going to fight.

However, there were still designated war supervisors who stopped them.

In such a battle that must be won, the distribution of the spoils is often left after the battle.

Suddenly Logos pointed in a direction, and Lin Yao looked in the direction he pointed.

That was Yanke, the leader of the beheading team and the Avenger Blade Warlock of Sarkaz.

He was in a [-]-[-] situation with a soldier who looked like a soldier, dressed like a soldier, and fought like a soldier.

If it were other fighters who were so grumpy, their comrades would rush over and snatch their heads.

But no Sarkaz around him would come close.

No enemy will come close.

It's like a championship matchup.

But the problem is that one of the parties in this championship showdown is a small soldier!

The Yan Ke retreated steadily under the offensive of the soldiers waving their weapons indiscriminately.

He kept showing his flaws, but that miscellaneous soldier didn't seem to understand what a flaw was, and he just waved his weapon randomly.

A look of boredom flashed in Yan Ke's eyes, and he was finally sure that the miscellaneous soldier in front of him was a miscellaneous soldier, and he would only be a miscellaneous soldier in the future.

He didn't bother to care about the flaws he showed, and after casually knocking away the weapon in the hand of the miscellaneous soldier, he killed the miscellaneous soldier with a knife.

The remnant soldier didn't understand until his death how the timid one-horned Sarkaz soldier on the opposite side killed him instantly.

And the Sakaz Avenger Sword Warlock Champion saw another remnant soldier on the battlefield looking around and wanting to attack outside the battlefield.

"Hahaha, it looks like a new rival!"

Yan Ke rushed towards his new rival.

"Is it really good to let this guy be the captain of the beheading squad?"

Lin Yao was silent for a moment and murmured.

Why is the guy who masters the supreme art of Sakaz [Passion] a madman?

"He is quite reliable when he is serious. He is the kind of warrior, or a killer, who can only unleash his full strength when he is on the verge of death."

"His resume can be regarded as the most luxurious in any killer group. Those killer groups don't even dare to accept his kind. Many well-protected princes and nobles died in his hands. .”

Logos looked away from Yanke, who was having a championship duel with a new soldier.

There's nothing to see on the battlefield anymore

The group of mercenaries that initially fought against the Witch King's remnants has sent people to take over with them.

Logos will be in charge of handing over to them, while the forest monster walked to the battlefield, he noticed a singularity.

He stopped in front of a dead first fiddler, the remnant of the Witch King stabbed through the chest.

Sakaz often used heads to record kills, but this man's head was intact, and the nearby Sakaz warriors did not notice him.

If you notice him, even if he doesn't die by beheading, Sakaz will cut off his head to count.

The forest demon stared at him.

The "dead" concertmaster remained motionless.

"Humph!"

A sharp witchcraft blade condensed on the top of the guide lamp, and the forest demon prepared to cut off his head.

There is no way, the damaged guide light is too dull.

An extremely sharp directional sound spell hit the forest monster's shield, accompanied by the magic mist sprayed from the wound of the "corpse".

The remnants of the Witch King, who realized that they were pretending to be dead and hadn't succeeded in killing the other party, wanted to escape.

The light on the guide lamp lit up, dispelling the spell fog.

Plants emerged from the ground and enveloped him.

As a master of magic, the first violinist immediately released flames all over his body.

Although he would also be burned, the spell resistance of a warlock prevented him from suffering more serious injuries.

The forest demon threw a chain of witchcraft at the remnants of the Witch King.

The magic eyes on the heads of the Witch King's remnants noticed the movements of the forest demon.

But he couldn't hide. His disguise failed when he stood up, and the Sakaz who saw him blocked his retreat.

"Dedicate your loyalty to His Majesty the Witch King!"

The tied up concertmaster saw this and wanted to blow himself up.

Electricity erupted from the forest demon's hand, and along the chain led to the loyal remnants of the Witch King.

He was paralyzed and unable to move.

The forest demon dragged him in front of him.

"Tsk, there's only one walking dead left."

Lin Yao looked at the empty shell of Lingzhi which was completely destroyed by unknown methods.

He brought this empty shell to Logos.

The other Sakaz retreated and continued to look for any heads that could be harvested.

Unknowingly, the banshee's singing had stopped.

"It's really boring."

And when he saw that he was the only one left on the battlefield fighting a desperate little soldier in a championship duel, Yanke finally accepted the little soldier's head without any interest.

"This is?"

Logos stopped negotiating with the wild mercenary team, and slightly opened his eyes engraved with spells to observe the empty shell.

The liaison sent by the wild mercenary team looked at the tall Wendigo and dared not say a word.

Logos bent down and fumbled through the clothing on the empty shell.

He found a small book. This small book was well protected, and various spells were even specially applied on it to ensure that it would not be damaged.

Logos dug out a special piece of paper from a small notebook.

"what is this?"

The forest demon moved closer, but was disappointed to find that he could not understand Laitanya's words.

But he can still understand the various spells drawn on it.

These words and formulas seem to have a different kind of magic power, luring Lin Yao to seek the above knowledge.

"The legendary Witch King's handwriting, although the characters from decades ago seem not worthy of being called legends by us."

Logos paused.

"If you find a seller for this letter in Letania, you can get a lot of money."

He handed the note to Lin Yao casually and continued to communicate with the contact person.

When the communication is completed, there are no enemies on the battlefield.

The next step is to clean up the spoils and distribute them according to the number of people.

"Speaking of Logos, can you sing?"

The forest demon recalled the melodious singing of the two banshees before and asked.