The gorgeous fire was very clear at night, and the lizardman screamed from time to time, accompanied by the commander's angry roar.

The tense atmosphere filled the Saquin camp. Just when the Lizardmen launched a charge, the troops that were already on standby behind the gate would rush out to fight the enemy to the death.

However, no one knew that on a hill not far from the camp, there was a unit hidden in the lush woods. To be honest, they had just arrived at this extremely hidden woods.

Although the number is not large, the cavalry are all strong in shape. You can tell at a glance that they are regular soldiers with rich combat experience.

Silence filled the entire army, and the only voice was the only three commanders standing in front of the army, and their identities could be seen from the gorgeous armor. They were expressing their respective views on the scene that just happened.

"It's rare to be a magic archer, especially in a border area like Saquin. Although there are many adventurers, the magic archer in the East Continent has always been famous. This special profession with urgent and long-range threats is not popular in the East Continent with advanced magic. In addition, there are first-class night elves with bowing skills here, and this person... is very interesting." A burly middle-aged man exclaimed the magic arrow that had just passed through the sky like a meteor; "Because most magic archers learn from the white elves, their lives on the East Continent are not as free as they are in the South or West Continents. This person dares to enter the East Continent, which means he has good courage, especially now when the night elves are beginning to move on the surface. In this case, he dares to show his identity with great background or courage."

"Race is right. Judging from the situation just now, the archer's archer is not an ordinary person. The arrow shot from such a long distance and hits the target. This requires not only strong arm strength, but also good eyesight. Moreover, it also comes with such lethal range magic. I am sure that that person will definitely not be an ordinary archer." The young knight wearing a baolan armor next to him nodded, agreeing with his companion's speech just now.

"Indeed..., the Touch of Flame is a large-scale lethal spell. For a demon archer, this spell is too advanced. Level 7 intermediate spells can only be cast by the intermediate mage." The last man was an older man. Although his hair and beard were gray, the light of wisdom flashing from time to time in his eyes showed that the old man was a very flexible person.

The other two of them certainly understood the meaning contained in his speech just now.

To cast intermediate magic, the caster must first be an intermediate mage. This is common sense that anyone who knows a little about magic knows.

"That means... that archer is a magic archer with the ability of an intermediate mage." The man named Reis thoughtfully cast his eyes on the camp's sentiment tower again. Although he couldn't see clearly, what is certain is that the magic archer who shot magic arrows was staying in one of the two sentiment towers.

"No, it should be said that it is more accurate to be a mid-level mage with accurate archery." The old man expressed his point clearly; "Maybe you haven't understood the difference between the two."

"Eh?" The other two turned around in surprise after hearing the old man's words.

"Haha... soldiers are soldiers. Reis and Ryer, you two are both military personnel. Although they are first-class commanders in command and combat, their magical attainments can be said to be completely zero." The old man said with a laugh. "The introductory things you think you understand are actually very basic common sense in the eyes of those who know magic."

"Myer Miyale means..." The young man named Ryer still doesn't understand the difference between the two.

"What's the difference between a mage who is proficient in archery and an archer who is proficient in spells?"

"You mean..." A little aware of the true intention of the old man to express, Ryer suddenly understood the meaning of the words just now.

"Yes, although at first glance, there is no difference between the two, but in fact there is a huge difference in the control and ability of spells. A rough understanding and proficiency, even if the same spell is used, the damage caused will be completely different. As we all know, the damage that spells can cause is based on the magic of the caster themselves. The stronger the magic power, the higher the damage that the spell cast can cause. Even an ordinary fireball technique is definitely stronger in the hands of an intermediate mage than that of a low-level mage."

Intermediate-level mages... In the Eastern Continent, almost all the mages who can become intermediate have been won over to their respective kingdom court magician groups. Who is the one who wanders around the border area at will?

Reis immediately thought of other aspects. Perhaps, this surprising demon archer was a court wizard from a certain country. He came by a secret order, just like them, gathered in this three-no matter zone on the border of the Three Kingdoms for the order of the king.

"What Mr. Miyale means is that the demon archer is a court wizard from a certain country?" The young Ryer and Reis thought the same, and he thinks so now.

"No, we can't be sure. At least, we can't be sure until we meet myself." Miyale, the old man known as the "teacher", frowned, but what he thought was completely different from Reth and Ryer.

"Look! It's a flying dragon!!" Pointing to the flying dragon flying from the camp, Ryer was very curious. Who is its owner? Will the demon archer who caused the discussion just now?

"really……"

A dazzling light lit up on the flying dragon's back again, and an arrow with a fire flew towards the Lizardman, which once again triggered the lizardman's angry roar.

Another baptism of flames, although it did not achieve the first effect, also caused considerable damage again. This made the lizard people very angry. They raised the bows and arrows in their hands, and dense rain of arrows flew over, but most of them were dodged by the demon dragon. Even if a few could approach, they broke the arrows and landed on the ground like they encountered a wall.

"shooting!!"

Amid the commander's angry roar, the magic dragon still hovered in the air, and occasionally dropped magic arrows with light, causing the lizard men who could not hit below to gradually become violent. They completely forgot their original purpose - the attack camp.

"I really have a skill. I have successfully attracted the entire Lizardman's troops with just one person." Wick's praiseworthy gaze met Sur's worried look when he turned around.

"What are you still worried about, old friend?"

"This situation cannot last until tomorrow. Look... it's dark. The Lizardman's strength should not be fully revealed. Think about the legend, Will, I'm very worried." Sur understands very well that it is impossible to attract the Lizardman's attention to the magical female archer riding on the flying dragon all night. Once the Lizardman's commander turns to attack the camp, the real battle will begin.

"...There is no way, it's time to delay. The mercenaries in our camp are almost proportional to merchants who have no combat capabilities. It is indeed a bit difficult for us to defend this camp."

Wick stared at the sun sinking into the arms of the earth, and the arrival of night also caused the fear of the people in the camp to spread due to the legend of the Lizardman.

"It's dark..." people were chanting the same sentence in a low voice.

"It's dark, and you can finally see the true face of the Lizardman at night." Reis, who was far away on the hill, paid attention to the Lizardman excitedly. Sure enough, after it was dark, they immediately stopped shooting.

Realizing that the Lizardman was about to take action, Miyale immediately remembered whether it should be notified of the supreme commander of the raid.

"Is it finally started?" A tall figure appeared behind the old man.

"His Highness the Duke..." the three commanders shouted at the same time.

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"They stopped attacking..." Moya, who sat on Luci's back and kept shooting with the magic bow in his hand, naturally found that the lizard man stopped attacking her painlessly.

At the same time, a familiar force caught Moya's attention.

Just among the lizardmen, an evil force began to radiate. The lizardmen in the front row retreated one after another, revealing a mysterious figure in a black robe who had been hiding among them.

Rather than saying it is a robe, it is more vivid. There are many small holes in the dirty and dusty robe. Even if you are a distance, you can still see white rotten worms drilling out and penetrate the holes.

"Wake up, my servant, and serve your master the delicious fruit of victory." He raised his pale and rotten skeleton arms, summoned with hoarse voices that could make people feel so painful, the burnt skin of the ground was lifted from the inside out, and rows of corpses stood up from the ground.

"Go, my servant. Go and tear and devour all the obstacles that dare to stop me from moving forward." Corresponding to this crazy slogan were eyes that had no pupils but still emitted blood-red light.

A series of cold breaths emanated from the mysterious figure, as if it was absorbed from vitality. The earth became even darker than burned by flames, and the surrounding plants were also rapidly withering and decaying.

"It's the undead!"

The people in the camp screamed in horror, and the wailing sounds spread among the merchants immediately.

"Lich..." Moya frowned at the skeleton on the ground with an arrogant attitude that no one could stop him.
Chapter completed!