"Group Stoneskin!"

Due to the previous experience, High Priest Saliman raised the crutch in his hand without hesitation when he heard the second loud noise.

Thousands of gray rays of light scattered in all directions and landed accurately on each orc, giving their skin a rock-like texture.

call--

A strong wind fell from the sky at this moment, and the [Group Stone Skin Technique] increased everyone's defense, but the power of the spell was divided too much, and the degree of improvement for each person was limited.

Under the fierce wind that was almost like a natural disaster, hundreds of orcs were still blown into the air!

Saliman's face darkened, he raised his fingers to the sky and cast a spell: "The Wrath of the Air!"

He saw large ripples appearing in the airflow in the air, and he tried to forcefully disperse the strong wind.

Unfortunately, the high priest obviously underestimated the power of "natural disasters"!

Buzz!!

The ripples of [Wrath of the Air] were instantly crushed, and Saliman, as the caster, was also shocked and staggered back a few steps. Kane, who arrived in time, helped him to stand still.

After a while, the strong wind disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.

Looking around, there were wailing or yelling orcs everywhere.

[Group Stoneskin], [Unfallen Fortress] and hundreds of [Earthbound Totems] slightly resisted the damage caused by the strong wind, but there were still many flaws in the hasty response.

A rough calculation shows that the nearly 20,000 Thunder Kingdom army was directly reduced by at least a thousand people due to the attack of these two "evil winds"!

More than 5,000 people were injured...

Saliman sat on a boulder, listening to the reports of his subordinates, his face getting increasingly ugly.

The power of the strong wind is undoubtedly a genuine ninth-level spell or above!

Looking at the four kingdoms, there are only four people who can independently cast ninth-level spells.

It is impossible for the Pope of the Silver Moon Holy See to come here, and that old shady witch of the dead is not good at wind spells.

Excluding Saliman himself, the only one left is Belmou of the Kingdom of Stormwind...

But Saliman clearly got accurate information from the secret agent. Belmou should never appear here tonight!

What's more, even if it was really Belmowu, he couldn't completely cover up the magic power fluctuations of the ninth-level spell, and even covered it up twice in a row!

"What's going on..."

The high priest was puzzled, while Wang Hui from the outside was rubbing his nose helplessly.

Could it be that he sneezed due to allergies after seeing the densely packed orc army?

Wang Hui had raised a dog before and had no symptoms at that time. Why couldn't he hold back just now?

Looking at the messy Thunder Kingdom troops, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's really an unexpected situation. I didn't expect that two sneezes would cause you heavy losses..."

Realizing that his nose was reacting again, Wang Hui quickly closed the glass cover and walked aside.

Now that the possibility of allergies has been ruled out, could the sneezing be caused by a cold?

Wang Hui thought that with his current physical condition, he would not catch a cold easily, but to be on the safe side, he brewed a cup of 666 Ganmao Ling Granules as a precaution.

When you return to the bay world, it is daytime the next day when the time flow speed is restored.

Turning my eyes to the place where the incident occurred, I could vaguely see the blood stains remaining on the ground, as well as the remaining marks blown by the strong wind!

People who don't know may think that some kind of war broke out here...

The Kingdom of Thunder was not halfway through its expedition when the middle route collapsed, and it was in great embarrassment that it retreated to the two previously occupied towns to rest.

Only a few teams were left wandering around, seemingly wanting to investigate the truth behind the night raid.

"Hey, the high priest has disappeared again. I have to go in and look for it myself..."

Wang Hui sighed.

He had previously noticed that the rickety old man could fight his sneeze with magic. The person with such powerful strength was probably the High Priest of Thunder!

It's a pity that I didn't see where it went later...

"Just look for it yourself. At worst, it's just like going to the orc circle to experience the alien customs."

Wang Hui thought for a while, then turned around and went to the utility cabinet to find a mask and put it on. It was also a souvenir left over from playing y. The theme was the virtual mask of "Death".

Judging from the style, it matches the "Assassin's Creed" hooded light armor he is wearing.

Except for a few people such as Nalan Xiao and Justin, not many people know that this outfit is related to "gods".

This time Wang Hui is going to a country where the Kingdom of God’s influence has not yet entered, so let’s try to break into it with a new identity!

call out!

Against the odds and against the rules of the Gulf world, Wang Hui descended on the northeastern edge of Nifenggang City.

He originally planned to find a secret place, unfold his light wings and fly to the border between the two countries, but suddenly he heard someone shouting over here: "Hey! Sir over there!"

Wang Hui turned around and saw a brown-haired boy aged fourteen or five, running over panting: "Excuse me..."

Halfway through his words, he noticed Wang Hui's mask with a slightly ferocious pattern, and couldn't help shrinking in fear, and then he continued:

"...Excuse me, are you also a mercenary who has been recruited to fight against the orcs on the front line? We still have one person left in our team, can we invite you to join us?"

Mercenaries…

Wang Hui looked a little further away and found that there were many groups of people renting carriages from the post station outside the city, heading northeast one after another.

After being annihilated by the three tribes and annihilating an army, the Kingdom of Stormwind faced the invasion of the Kingdom of Thunder and was reduced to the point where it needed mercenaries on the front line?ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒM

Seeing Wang Hui's silence, the brown-haired boy gritted his teeth and took out a small purse and said urgently: "Sir, we really need this commission, but only a mercenary team of more than five people can accept it. We are four...

If you can come along, the money will be used as the invitation fee, and you will also get a share of the reward after completing the commission! How about it?"

Wang Hui glanced down and found that the purse was pitifully small. It was full of silver and copper coins, not even a single gold coin.

It seems that this mercenary team is having a rough time...

"Can."

Wang Hui reached out and took the money bag and put it away, then nodded coldly and accepted the invitation.

A few silver and copper coins were not worth mentioning, he just didn't want to look too different.

Anyway, the outer layer of the glass cover is closed, and the miniature world is accelerating time. Wang Hui has plenty of free time to come for a "private visit"...

“Thank you so much!”

The brown-haired boy was immediately overjoyed and enthusiastically led Wang Hui to a carriage parked on the roadside.

There were already two men and one woman sitting inside, and they didn't look very old.

Seeing that someone was willing to join the team, the three anxious people immediately smiled and introduced themselves.

The first person to speak was a fat young man wearing plate armor: "Hello, my name is Pluto!"

Then came a short man in leather armor: "I am Simon, you are welcome to join!"

The girl in green robe next to her nodded shyly: "My...my name is Jenny..."

Finally, the brown-haired boy stretched out his hand to Wang Hui: "Gabriel, what is your name?"
Chapter completed!