"It's unbelievable! How on earth did those two people kill more than 70 vicious desert bandits in such a short period of time?"
"Yes! That child looks only about ten years old!"
"Shut up! That's not a child! That's a powerful and awesome mage!"
"Look! There are no wounds on the bodies of these desert bandits! How were they killed?"
"It must be the power of magic!"
"Oh my God! The death of these camels is too tragic!"
"Damn! Are you tired of living? Don't touch those weird corpses with your hands! If you accidentally get infected with terrible toxins or curses, it will be over!"
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While the mercenaries were carefully cleaning the battlefield and talking in low voices, Bernard finally roared loudly to help the panicked slaves and camels recover from the chaos.
He wasn't even in the mood to drink water to moisten his smoking throat, so he hurried over and asked nervously: "Your Excellency Soth, what happened just now?"
"Nothing! Just a few stupid and greedy desert bandits, we've all been dealt with." Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression.
With the increase in the number of cards, spellcasting abilities and magic items, he is no longer the "weak" who has to rely on poisoning, deception and other means to deal with a group of pirates.
Quite the opposite!
Unless the enemy has warriors with very high spell resistance and immunity, or wizards, warlocks, priests, and druids who master arcane and divine power, it will be difficult to pose a threat to them.
You must know that in this world full of magical energy, almost all "professions" will use the ubiquitous magical energy to strengthen themselves.
Among them, spell casters strengthen their own spell power, while warrior professions strengthen their physical strength and resistance to spells.
A few warriors with a high enough level can even carry fireballs and magic missiles all over the sky, directly absorb all the control spells and rush to the caster's side, killing them with the weapons in their hands.
But it is a pity that among these desert bandits, there are no warriors above level 11.
In addition, they did not have enough magic weapons and equipment, so they were easily wiped out by the shadow army lurking in the darkness, and they did not even manage to break into the camp where the caravan was stationed.
Especially large-scale destruction and control spells, such as [Fireball], [Wither], [Spider Web], [Stinky Cloud], [Lightning], [Grease], etc., can be easily used.
It is blocked dozens of meters away.
And through continuous killings, the shadow assassin-Yelnia has just been successfully upgraded from an ordinary shadow to an "advanced shadow".
Both the damage caused by "touch" and the ghostly and flexible sneaking and hiding abilities have been greatly improved.
In addition, she already has a certain professional level of thief and assassin, so she can often take away the opponent's life with a sneak backstab.
If you continue to kill like this, you may one day have a shadow army numbering tens of thousands and become the legendary "King of Shadows".
However, Zuo Si no longer has the mind to pay attention to Yelnia's change into a "higher shadow", and his eyes are always fixed on the figure standing on the top of the huge sand dune not far away.
For some reason, this guy didn't charge with the other desert bandits, but stood there and watched from a distance. Even if all the former bandits died, he didn't show any signs of movement.
"Master, do you want us to rush over and capture him?" the werewolf girl Fangus asked in a low voice.
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No need. I guarantee that if you get close, you will be killed mercilessly by him. That guy is different from these bandits who are used as cannon fodder. He is the real mastermind behind the scenes." "You mean... we were targeted from the moment we entered the desert?"
Bernard swallowed subconsciously, and an expression of panic and fear suddenly appeared on his face.
Seeing the businessman so nervous, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile and comfort him: "Don't worry, they probably came not for you, but for me."
The words have not yet been spoken!
Paladin Ailuolin carried the two-handed sword distributed to her by the church, panted and ran from a distance, shouting with all her strength: "Be careful! Get away from those corpses quickly! They are not ordinary bandits!" "What?"
The mercenary captain who was performing his duties to clean the battlefield was stunned for a moment, then without saying anything he blew the whistle and summoned all his men back as quickly as possible.
After all, no one with any brain would turn a deaf ear to the warning issued by the paladin.
In the end, only about two-thirds of the way back, the corpses on the ground suddenly exploded without warning.
A young mercenary who had previously said that he wanted to save money to go home and get married, insisted on continuing to "touch corpses" because he was too greedy for money. As a result, he was torn into pieces by the energy generated by the explosion of the corpse on the spot, and he didn't even have a chance to scream.<
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As the corpses exploded out of thin air one after another, blood, internal organs, bones and muscles were scattered everywhere, forming a purgatory-like scene.
And all this is entirely the fault of the man standing on the sand dune in the distance.
I saw him raising his hands at this moment, directing amazing magical energy.
All the blood, internal organs, bones and muscles were gathered together, and slowly piled up on the ground to form a huge and terrifying arch of flesh and bones.
Through the skulls that kept emitting terrifying screams, one could even clearly see the souls of the dead who were imprisoned inside and died normally without being transformed into shadow creatures.
Without a doubt!
This is the most evil, cruel, and inhumane necromancy magic.
It not only uses the body left behind after human death, but also uses the soul as the "fuel" to support the entire magic.
Such a blatant and unabashed evil act immediately aroused the anger of the paladin Aroline.
She didn't even hesitate for a second, and immediately took out the amulet that the officiant gave to her before leaving, and activated the magic ring [Blessed Weapon] stored inside.
Instantly!
The two-handed sword immediately emitted a golden sacred light.
The next second...
The young girl, who was only in her early twenties, rushed forward, raised her weapon and slashed hard at the "evil door" composed of human bones and flesh.
"Destroy the evil!"
Bang!
An invisible force field directly launched her away.
The blade filled with the power of supreme good cannot even touch the "Gate of Evil".
Obviously, in front of the powerful and evil spellcaster on the dunes, the ridiculous attacks of the novice paladin are not much different from tickling.
Just when Ailuolin struggled to get up from the ground and wanted to rush forward again, Zuo Si raised his hand to stop her: "Don't waste your efforts! Those protective force fields cannot be broken by ordinary physical attacks. Calm down.
Click, I want to see what the other party wants to do."
As she spoke, Ailuolin could clearly see that in the palm of Zuo Si's right hand, some cards with strange patterns and words appeared out of thin air.
Just when she was about to say something, the "evil door" made of living human flesh, blood and bones suddenly released astonishing energy.
Immediately afterwards, these energies gathered into a vortex, eventually opening a portal to an unknown environment.
Almost at the same time, a letter slowly fell from the air and landed just at Zuo Si's feet.
March, early spring.
The hazy sky was gray and black, showing a heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.
It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.
The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.
The streets that used to be bustling are now deserted.
There is only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper, indistinguishable from each other, which is shocking.
The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.
There, a figure lies lying down.
The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread all over his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.
Following his gaze, there was a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, and occasionally observing its surroundings alertly.
The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity.
After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.
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