After handing over the task of harassing the mage camp to Fan Li, the only currently useful assassin in the battle group, Yang Yuefan turned around and ran towards a group of paladins.

In his plan, he first sent an assassin to harass the mages' camp, and then used a few simple spells he mastered to surprise a patrol team of the Paladins.

Then, he led the angry paladins into the caster camp, causing the two sides who were shocked and angry to collide directly, and the task was completed.

Although the profession of the Hell Poet is a special enhanced version of the profession of the minstrel, Yang Yuefan's level is still low and he has not mastered much spell casting ability.

Fortunately, the mysterious spellcaster who came from some unknown place was also useless and did not master any advanced spells.

However, Yang Yuefan did not count what kind of person he recruited assassin was.

Yang Yuefan's actions went smoothly. A team of twenty paladins was directly hit by him with fireball techniques. The experienced paladins used holy shield techniques to block the sudden attack in time.

The fireball technique was bought by Yang Yuefan from the black market and was of great value, but the old man from the relevant department never considers the issue of funds when fighting.

In the caster's camp, Fan Li relied on his fierce personal ability to find an opportunity to use his hand axe to make a spellcaster with metal arms to open a spellcaster with a metal arm.

In the black robe Victor in the sky, he watched his apprentice bleeding constantly during the battle with great interest, without any intention of helping him.

He had long noticed these two sneaky players, one stayed with his incompetent apprentices to cause chaos, and the other went to the forest to lure the paladins.

"Which side are you from? What are your purposes?" Victor turned off the communication equipment in the metal mask and interrupted the apprentices' somewhat panicked request for help.

If it weren't for the current plan and needed these idiots to cooperate, Victor would be very happy to razor the camp below to the ground.

Maybe you should put some components in order to last longer and attract more paladins to come out, and you will have the chance to enter the castle directly.

However, Stewart, the apprentice chief who had been missing for a long time, made Victor, a black-robed robe, still a little worried.

He was unable to determine whether his chief apprentice was killed, or whether this unstable communicator failed, or that little brainy apprentice took advantage of this opportunity to defect?

Victor sneered under his mask. In this land that can be called a magical desert, who can teach these apprentices magic besides him?

Moreover, he had no feelings for these apprentices, and he would not care whether he ran away or died.

However, as a spellcaster, he doesn't want to take any risks.

The dark blue wings looked a little blackened in the sun, making Stewart look like a giant crow.

The wooden staff in his hand that came from nowhere was twisted, looking like a thin old man, whose limbs and body were forcibly twisted together, forming a human stick, leaving only the head with sparse hair, and the seven orifices were covered with dark blue flames.

In fact, the production process of this staff is indeed similar to what it looks like. The old man who was used as a raw material was the one who brought Stewart from now on the Wizard Tower.

Stewart's biological father is also the only living blood relative.

Under the protection of Tsengchi's chaotic divine power, although the life form has undergone tremendous changes, this staff is indeed a living existence.

He could feel the passage of time and all the changes that had happened to him, but he could never lose his mind and become crazy.

He or she could only watch his son use it as a weapon, using it unscrupulously, feeling the pain of burning flames, and feeling the tearing feeling when he communicates with the material world as chaos.

The head of the staff was waving Stewart, as if it was about to vomit, and one fist-sized flying insect after another was vomiting out.

Each of these flying insects had long stings, surrounding Stewart in the buzzing sound of wings.

"My children, go and say hello to my good teacher and let him know my whereabouts!" Stewart laughed moribly.

If you carefully observe these small flying insects with skull heads, you will find that part of these flying insects has been artificially replaced with metal prosthetics.

Some were pulled off an arthropod by Stewart and replaced with iron nails, while others were torn off half of their wings and replaced with thin metal pieces.

There were a few more, and Stewart carefully used a red soldering iron to remove his eyes and replaced them with rough metal eyes.

Although his technique was extremely rough, Stewart was satisfied and repeated the cruel experiments he had done on him one by one!

"Go and let him know that now I have the ability to stand in front of him and laugh at his ignorance and stupidity!" Stewart rolled in the air and screamed: "My master genius is the wisest existence in the world!"

The swarm quickly left Stewart's side, scattered, and flew towards the black-robed Victor.

Stewart gently nailed the wooden comb supported by the board with iron nails, combed the sparse hair on the old man's head, and bloody scars appeared on the top of his head and healed instantly: "Look, father, you want me to be a great professional, I have done it. Even my teacher has to face my existence now, right?"

Stewart felt the sacred breath that broke out not far away, and breathed intoxicatedly: "I don't know what my dear teacher is looking for. My Lord may be interested in his goal. Before that, I should give my Lord a feast to me as my greeting gift!"

Stewart turned into a ball of blue fire and smashed straight into the ground. A five-man paladin team was searching for possible hiding places for nearby witches.

Stewart had no intention of covering up his whereabouts. His existence aroused the constant stirring of the surrounding psychic energy, and the paladins around him could feel the pressure from chaos.

And this team has already been prepared for sacrifice.

"We are discovering the traces of the Chaos Demon!" The priest, who was protected by the paladins in the middle, used his fastest speaking speed to convey the message to the brigade where Shittles was: "The energy level exceeds..."

Before the priest could finish his words, he wanted to emphasize that this was definitely not a helper that the witch could summon, but he had no chance.
Chapter completed!