Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

"This book was given to me by an uncle who left to become a mercenary."

Anchan recalled.

"Well, there are very few Sakaz who are willing to spend time reading books now. Knowledge should not be ignored."

Logos handed the collection of poems to Ancharn along with the completed document.

Then he asked Sarkaz, who loves to read, to take him to contact the soldiers stationed in the Tower of Babel, and at the same time to obtain more information.

The sun is very strong at noon, but the rest time is over, and they will continue on their way.

"Pith and her warlock team are around the gathering place that was almost lost. They are joining forces with our mercenaries around to counterattack the lost gathering place. We have to join them."

"Pith is a Liberian warlock. If we join forces with her, our warlocks will have more results. She knows when to use which spells, and she is good at guiding the warlocks' spellcasting methods."

Most of the Sarkaz warlocks fight by throwing chains to control and drag the enemy, and usually intuitively launch magic balls at the enemy, and some warlocks radiate spell fluctuations on the battlefield to cause group damage.

If the warlocks have Pith's command, their fighting methods will become diverse and rhythmically attack the enemy.

"I know, Outcast mentioned it to me."

————And the other side————

A battlefield that seems to have calmed down somewhere.

"The target of the attack has been instructed, let's deal with those sentinels first."

"Warlocks are grouped and dragged from the sentinel's blind spot to launch chains. They must not be allowed to sound an alarm. I will guide and correct your spells!"

A Liberian woman wearing goggles and a veil barks orders to Sarkaz warlocks over the comm channel.

The lurking warlocks nodded in acceptance.

When all sentries are out of sight of each other.

"Attack when the sentinel is in the blind spot!"

Warlocks are scattered in different areas, they are preparing.

Warlocks wearing camouflage in the blind spots of their respective targets shot out chains.

The Pith spell-casting units carried by the warlocks emitted spell waves.

That's Pith channeling their spells.

The range of their spells will be increased and the burden of casting them will be reduced.

Pith are even adding new attributes to their spells.

The sentinel, who was entangled in chains, tried to sound the alarm but was dragged to the ground.

The Sentinels tried to sound the alarm with specially carried communication devices but failed.

The new magic attribute attached to the chain destroyed the communication device.

The warlocks who were not assigned to launch spell chains used their fastest actions to eliminate the struggling sentries.

"The sentries in the area where the first group is located have been cleared!"

"The sentries in the area where the second group is located have been cleared!"

Pith, who was on a high ground, was panting, and he was relieved after confirming that there was no sign of commotion in the group of swearers and grudgers who were on standby in the distance.

If the sentry successfully sounded the alarm and the grudgers approached their area, they would have no choice but to evacuate.

"Hey, hey, this is the Warlock team. All the sentries have been cleared. We can lure those cursers and grudge-holding people into the ambush area."

Sentinels are not only responsible for vigilance and semaphore, they are also responsible for detecting whether there is a threat ahead.

Some Sentinel-engraved spell-style flags can even provide buffs to warriors.

The goal of not getting them to semaphore is even more important than preventing them from sounding the alarm.

Their minimum goal is to kill the sentry and then retreat to wait for the next opportunity.

Simply, they completed the task perfectly.

"Everyone, gather to me and rush to the preset ambush trap!"

Pith issued an order, and from her position, she could see that the mercenaries responsible for the lure had already started their mission.

In the past few days, they have been fighting guerrillas with the army under Teresi's command.

The mercenaries are the main force to attack the army, and the warlock team can only play a diversionary role.

However, Pith's instant judgment ability on the battlefield first allowed the mercenaries who were willing to listen to her advice to achieve great results. After gaining trust, a judgment at a critical moment saved the mercenaries from a big loss. .

As Liboli, she successfully established prestige among the Sakaz mercenaries.

A warrior who is not in the charge will hate a commander who is excellent in tactical planning.

Now, she and the mercenaries have dared to strike at the most dangerous of the enemy's troops, the grudge!

Unlike Her Majesty Theresia who forbids her warlocks to learn how to become grudge-makers and curse-bearers, Teresis has been training warlocks to become grudge-bearers, allowing the warlocks to trade their lives for results.

Hatred units can easily tear a hole in the battlefield.

"No, Pith, these grudges are not old grudges whose ore disease is so severe that it affects IQ, they are still very young!"

On the way to the target ambush location, the voice of the mercenary captain came from the communication channel.

Most of the grudges will become exhausted due to the severe infection, which will lead to the strengthening of the body caused by ore disease. Their movements will become stiff and their brains will become slow, but their spellcasting intensity will be greatly increased.

However, this batch of grudge troops seems to have just been trained, their ore disease is still in the stage of strengthening their physique, and their brains are not dull.

"Then we can only lower the expected target, and lure them with a posture of retaining strength! I'll be there soon!"

Pith and the warlock team picked up speed.

"No, Pith, we have to evacuate, we ran into a wandering gorefiend while we were fighting and retreating!"

The voice of the mercenary captain became frightened.

"Remember! Gorefiend is the enemy! Did the Sarkaz compatriots at the ambush respond?"

She was obviously a Liboli, but she was willing to call the Sarkazis with her her compatriots.

She was worried that the Sarkaz would not be able to resist the oppressive power of the upper royal court.

"Don't worry! I've always known that the Gorefiend is the enemy!...Zizizi..."

The communication channel turned into a burst of noise, and the other party hung up the communication. Obviously, the situation no longer allowed him to communicate.

"Gaul and Sarkaz's swearwords mixed with each other! Hurry up and speed up! Change the target area, we have to support them!"

Pith swears inappropriately.

"Courage is commendable, but strength is not."

The Gorefiend easily avoided the attack of Sarkaz, who seemed to be the head of the mercenary team, as if it were as silky as blood.

There was a decent smile on his pale face, but there was a look of disdain in his blood-colored eyes.

There were several severely ischemic corpses in the direction where the Gorefiend walked from the battlefield.

He is full, he should be as elegant as a gentleman.

Not far away, another Gorefiend was tearing open the neck guard of a mercenary like a beast, holding the corpse to suck blood.

The gentleman-like Gorefiend ignored the panting mercenary captain. He rested his face on the other hand and looked at the beast-like Gorefiend, his face also full of elegance.

"Oh, it would be great if we could drink the blood of those banshees, but they are protected by scavengers, so they can only stop us. They didn't stop that guy Logos before."

"Hmph, why hasn't my brother had enough to drink? This beast-like posture is really disgusting."

As he spoke, the remaining blood in his fingers swung a line of blood to block the mercenary captain's heavy sword.

It's obviously just blood, but it's as tough as steel.

But the blood line disappeared after blocking the attack. The mercenary captain dodged the blood line waved by the blood demon's other hand and wanted to continue the attack.

A wave of blood-colored energy sent the Gorefiend flying him away with a wave of his hand.

He flicked the hand that blocked the attack with the bleeding line, and the expression on his face became more and more interesting.

"Tsk, this strength is not light, hehe, do you really want to kill me? Do you want to kill a member of the royal court?"

He enjoyed the cowering and fearful eyes of the Sarkaz mercenaries around him.

Ignoring them, the Blood Demon slowly walked towards the mercenary captain.

"Ahem, cough, cough, no matter what your status is, this is a battlefield, and the battlefield requires, ahem, respect!"

The mercenary captain coughed violently.

She got up staggeringly, and she was sent flying to the edge of the battlefield.

She took the situation on the battlefield into her eyes.

They had already lost the ability to fight and retreat at the same time. Just the two Gorefiends disrupted their layout, and they were torn apart by the grudges.

The scene has fallen into chaos, but they are the only ones who are in chaos.

The bloodthirsty gorefiend is still preying on her warriors on the battlefield.

But the blood demon who was full of blood walked very slowly, he was very leisurely.

It was as if this was not a battlefield, but a castle in disrepair.

And she still has a lot of physical strength, and was blown to the edge of the battlefield, if she turns around and runs away at this time——

Can you escape?

"What are you thinking! Why should I run away? It is an enviable thing to die in the hands of a blood demon! Hahahaha!"

The mercenary captain easily suppressed his survival instinct.

She can mercilessly abandon some of the mercenaries and let the rest of the mercenaries live with him.

However, she couldn't do it by abandoning all the mercenaries in exchange for her own life!

Besides, it's on the battlefield now, how could she accept the chance of survival that the enemy specially left for her?

"Oh? Miss, are you really not planning to escape? I am really reluctant to kill a warrior like you who dares to resist~"

Gorefiend smiled.

"Or, you can join us? The general will like a warrior who can overcome the oppression brought by the upper court."

He gracefully extended an invitation to the mercenary captain.

"Pfft, you also know that I'm a warrior? I'm a warrior, not a traitor. I'm loyal to Your Highness Teresia!"

The mercenary leader does not have the gentleness of most Sarkaz women, but has the tenacity and unyieldingness of a warrior.

She raised her epee and faced the blood demon who was walking slowly in a defensive counterattack posture.

"That's really a pity, but the blood on your body must be quite high quality, right?"

The Gorefiend began to accumulate spells in his hands.

At this moment, a strange staff fell from the sky, shattering his entire body and the ground beneath his feet.

Blood-red tentacles crawled through the collapsed ground.

The mercenary leader's eyes widened. She heard the belated sonic boom a few seconds later.

The blood-red tentacles reassembled disgustingly into Gorefiend.

However, he was very embarrassed, many parts of his body were incomplete, and his blood-red pupils gleamed with beast-like hunger.

He lost a lot of blood, he was beaten into a bloodthirsty state.

He must ingest a large amount of blood quickly, or he will die in an instant, completely reduced to mindless tentacles.

The Blood Demon wanted to pull out the staff that brought him to the point of death, but found that the staff was too heavy for him who was thirsty for blood to hold it.

Seeing this, the other blood fiend who had drunk enough to quench his blood thirst quickly rushed towards his brother.

He hugged his brother and gave him the large amount of blood in his body.

"Who is it!"

The Gorefiend, whose death crisis was slightly relieved, wanted to find that enemy.

"Hmph! It's me!"

He saw a tall figure walking in the distance, antlers like that, and a pale skull exposed under the cloak.