He saw the sudden burst of magic power, bursting fireballs and lightning, many devastating magic energy, and rotating destructive lightning attacking the Moose Tribe's defense line, tearing a huge rift.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In an instant, people were on their backs and horses flipped, and many humanoid creatures were also knocked to the ground.

Obviously, they are just flesh shields, and the mages from the Yinhun City don't care about their life or death.

Witnessing this cruel disaster, Salou's expression became extremely ugly.

He heard many warriors screaming heart-wrenchingly in the baptism of magic, and saw the scorched marks after the rugged ground was baptized by powerful magic.

He couldn't help but secretly blame himself for neglecting the threat from the magic attack.

After all, he instinctively believed that it was almost impossible for these nomadic barbarians in the desert to appear in spellcasters or shamans, and at the same time, he also reconnaissed that there were no spellcasters in their teams.

However, he did not carefully consider the ghost city, the group of ghost casters, known as the most powerful spellcaster group on the mainland, how could he be not good at strategic teleportation spells?

This magical slaughter lasted for a few seconds, but for the horrified defenders, it was like a long time.

Salou quickly focused his energy and looked for the source of magic.

When he discovered the traces of the ghost mages, he immediately realized that these mages who had lived in the shadow plane and the floating city had made a fatal mistake.

They gathered ignorantly in a dense forest, hid in the shadows, and kept projecting deadly magic.

Salou showed a sneer of revenge.

Immediately afterwards, a surging flame barrier enveloped him, bursting with a scorching breath. Two werewolfs and a goblin in the range of the flames, and everything that could ignite on his body was engulfed by the flames.

This is the combat skills of the Mofeng School taught him by the Lord.

The purpose is to allow him to suppress the irritable true dragon bloodline and skillfully control the power of the flames.

The dragon vein warrior took a deep breath, suddenly spread his wide blood-red dragon wings, holding the war hammer swept by the flames, and rushed down from the air like a sharp arrow piercing the enemy's heart.

He ran down in the burning flames, and a fireball the size of an ogre head came out of his hand, opening the way for him and exploding among the trees.

In the explosion flames, Salou slapped the blood-red dragon wings and flexibly rushed to the right of the woods, then made another sharp turn and swept along the dense bushes.

The flames wrapped around him ignited all the branches and leaves wherever he went.

The ghost mages made fatal mistakes!

He knew that these mages might have set up magic barriers to fight back against the magic of counterattack, repel or dispel flames.

But trees are combustible, and even if the flames cannot burn them, they will temporarily blind them and effectively lose their combat effectiveness.

And thick smoke!

The dense woods became wet and muddy due to the heavy rain and thick fog, and the tumbling smoke made the air extremely heavy.

This is even worse for the mages, who fight back against the flames as they used to, casting magic to summon water.

Their reaction was so strong that the flames were about to be extinguished by them, but how could Salou have mercy on them?

He waved the flame hammer and continued to sprint around the bushes.

Every time you appear from the smoke, you can easily harvest the life of a panicked mage.

The strength of more than a dozen ghost mages is not that outstanding. His Fiery Essence Gold Warhammer can even easily crush their spell shields.

Salou floated in the air like a predator, watching coldly, because he knew that the enemy could not stay in the bushes for a long time.

As he expected, a ghost wizard floated from the bushes and rose above the flames, trying to determine where the enemy was in the woods.

Salou's ready-to-run war hammer hit the back of his head like lightning.

With a burst sound, the mage rolled in the air and finally hung in place until his flight spell failed and fell back into the woods.

When the last mage was solved by him, the dragon vein warlock returned to the original battlefield again.

He saw a new group of enemies rushing down from the foothills.

This is a group of tall cyclops.

Cyclops are not a great thinker or strategist.

They learn slowly and are difficult to innovate because of conservativeness.

Although their huge size and strong bodies make them a terrible threat in combat, they are often deceived by the tricks of smart enemies.

Casting magic on Cyclops in person can scare them. They have almost never seen magic, so they are prone to mistakenly treat wizards, priests or other spellcasters as powerful divine saints.

Obviously, this is a reinforcement from Yinhun City.

The Cyclops waved their huge wooden sticks and rushed up fiercely.

An adventurer could not dodge and was hit on the head on the spot, bursting like a broken watermelon. Another barbarian warrior was knocked back by a Cyclops and fell to the ground, twitching for a few times and stuttering and dying.

Ranger Planda finds the cover, holds the longbow, and faces the Cyclops calmly.

A cold light flashed by.

A giant pierced through his eyes wailed in pain and fell to the ground on his back.

The chief of the Moose Tribe rushed over and chopped another Cyclops to the ground.

Another cold light flashed by, and the third Cyclops fell to the ground and died.

A group of cyclops finally rushed up. Planda no longer had the chance to shoot the third arrow. He drew out the scimitar and met with the barbarian chief.

The ranger rushed into the Cyclops quickly.

He hit the first Cyclops from the side, and a scimitar cut deep into the back of the giant's thigh, preventing its charge.

The Ranger turned his body again, knelt on one knee, and the scimitar was stabbed upwards. The tip of the scimitar, which was shining with cold light, hit the knee of the next giant.

The Cyclops cried and half-squatted down, leaning over to Pranda, but the flexible Ranger had already stood up and disappeared.

The giant hit the barbarian head-on and was ripped open by a steel battle axe.

Seeing a large number of cyclops rushing down from the foothills, Sarou's expression changed suddenly. He quickly got rid of his opponent in front of him and hit the group of cyclops who were rushing towards the ranger.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! A Cyclops who discovered him, a hard wooden stick in his hand circling and flying to block his way.

Salo hurriedly squatted down and danced the flame-burning warhammer above his head.

The sound of the warhammer hitting the knee sounded like a huge tree trunk that was smashed to pieces, and the Cyclops fell to the ground with a wail.

——"Breath of flame!"

Meanwhile, Salo flew into the air and took a deep breath. The scorching flames gushed out of his mouth and swept into the front of the five cyclops that charged and submerged them.

He quickly turned around and saw Planda and the barbarian chiefs in a tough battle under the siege of the Cyclops.

The Dragon Vein Warlock dived to them almost instantly with an incredible speed.

His flaming warhammer was like dense raindrops, and he greeted the giants mercilessly, causing them to fall to the ground and die one after another.

"If this continues, we will be defeated soon." The ranger who escaped from trouble said to Salou using his brief breathing skills.

Salo looked along Planda's gaze.

He was incredibly able to find that there were still nearly two hundred cyclops on the foothills, holding various heavy weapons and launching fierce charges.

"The Cyclops move very slowly. In this case, we can only take advantage of the terrain and fight and retreat." Salou frowned and said his thoughts.

Just as he was about to put it into action, rock arms on the ground, as thick as the cyclops' thighs, suddenly broke out of the ground, twisting like a snake, locking the bodies of the chargers.

More than twenty Cyclops who were hit were squeaking and struggling wildly, but were crushed to death by their shrinking arms.

A stream of blood flowed down the rough outline of the rocky arm.

With the sound of trembling sounds from the ground, burly and tall gray-skinned giants appeared from the foothills on the other side.

The group of gray-skinned giants raised their feet and stepped hard, and the invisible earth element energy surged by.

Ripples appeared on the hard surface, and the ripples splashed like raging winds, which shocked more than 200 cyclops.

The Cyclops stood in front of the gray-skinned giants like children. Under the pressure of their invisible blood, they began to flee in panic.

"We are the stone giant clan from the dark area."
Chapter completed!