So many things had happened tonight, and some of them had indeed subverted Mego's beliefs. He could not help but start recalling what he had said to Ren Xiaosu.
When he had first captured Ren Xiaosu, he had said that when Ren Xiaosu knew how powerful wizards were, he would not want to return to the Middle East.
Later on, when everyone was attacked, he had told Ren Xiaosu not to recklessly chase after wizards and that he was just a boorish fellow. How could he defeat wizards?
Later on … it seemed like he had to say something like Ren Xiaosu was bragging every day.
Thinking of this, Mego could not help but secretly observe Ren Xiaosu's expression. Seeing that he did not seem to hold a grudge against him, he slowly felt relieved.
Mego asked softly, "What happened to the wizard who used the Fire Pillar Spell to ambush me?"
Mego had already come to a realization. If Ren Xiaosu had really been hiding his strength all this time, then the bounty hunter that Ren Xiaosu had gone after back then was probably already dead.
Although that bounty hunter was powerful, he was not that powerful.
With the strange strength that Ren Xiaosu had displayed, killing the bounty hunter might not have been a difficult task.
Of course, Mego could not be sure. He was just asking.
When Ren Xiaosu heard this question, he said with a smile, "I couldn't catch up to him. Didn't he wear a white mask and set fire to a town in Yorkshire later on?"
"Oh, that's true." Mego recalled this incident. It seemed that the bounty hunter was indeed not dead.
At this moment, the group of enemies had lost the archers' cover and were unable to break through the blockade of the carriage walls, so they gradually began to retreat.
It was only when the enemies retreated that the tears of Qian Weining and the others gradually stopped.
Mego asked Ren Xiaosu in a low voice, "These people are here to kill me, right?"
"Just pretend that you don't know." Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "Qian Weining and the others are also feeling guilty. They might think that they are here to kill them. Anyway, they will have to head north anyway, so we can use them as shields."
Ren Xiaosu speculated that the Dudor and Norman clans had not noticed this caravan yet. Otherwise, there would have been several times more people coming.
The fact that the other party had sent more than a hundred elites from the Knight Order to kill Meg was already considered overkill. Most of them were probably used to deal with him. To be more precise, they were used to deal with Old Xu.
As for Qian Weining and the others, they were just victims of an undeserved calamity.
Now, it seemed that he had indeed angered the Patriarch of the Tudor Family by poking his nose with a branch …
Qian Weining waited until the area outside the carriage wall gradually quietened down. His face was ashen as he led the team out to investigate the situation.
The first thing he looked at was the corpse of the archer.
After arriving at the archers' hiding place, Qian Weining took a deep breath as he looked at the scattered corpses of the archers. Apart from one who had an arrow stuck in his head, the rest had all died from the burning and impact of the arrows on their chests.
In other words, he, Qian Weining, had just shot more than forty arrows with his eyes closed and was hit by an arrow …
The image of a godly archer collapsed in an instant!
However, Qian Weining was a little indignant. He had clearly felt quite good when he nocked the bow and shot the arrow just now!
Qian Weining's trusted aide next to him could guess what his superior was thinking. He comforted him, "Sir, it's already not easy for you to hit an enemy while listening to the sound with your eyes closed. You don't have to blame yourself."
"That's right. Sir, you've never practiced shooting with your eyes closed before, so it's normal for you to miss."
"Mhm," Qian Weining replied with an indifferent look. "Check the injuries of the others and make sure they weren't killed by Sir Meg."
The guards immediately started inspecting the battlefield. Very soon, someone said in puzzlement, "Is Sir Meg's Fireball technique really that powerful? Look, the archer's heart has caved in!"
Qian Weining was stunned for a moment. He walked over and squatted down to check the injury. It was indeed as the guard had said. The area where the archer's heart had been burned had caved in and formed a fist-sized pit!
"Gasp!" Qian Weining gasped. "The Fireball technique must have been studied for many years to have this kind of power. I didn't expect Meg to have this kind of power. I underestimated him!"
Although Qian Weining and the others were not wizards, they knew very well that it was impossible for them to punch someone like that with just one punch through their leather armor.
"Is this really the power of the Fireball technique?" One of the guards was a little confused.
"Of course." Qian Weining thought for a moment and said, "We all saw him release the Fireball technique with our own eyes. Now all the archers are dead."
In the entire Wizard Nation, there were very few people who specialized in the Lesser Fireball technique. Although everyone only practiced one or two spells, the upper limit of the Fireball technique was too low. After practicing for ten years, the power of the Fireball technique would only be about the same as other people's Greater Fireball technique. Therefore, no one specialized in it.
Therefore, Qian Weining and the others had never seen what the Lesser Fireball technique looked like after studying it for many years.
His trusted aide said, "I didn't expect Sir Meg to be so powerful."
Qian Weining was a little upset. "Mhm, it's alright."
After that, he ordered the guards to put away the longbows and arrows and returned to the camp.
Someone came up to Qian Weining and asked, "President Qian, are the enemies dead?"
Qian Weining said, "Yes, at least all the archers are dead. The rest of the people who escaped won't dare to come back without the protection of the archers."
"President Qian is so powerful," a merchant exclaimed.
Qian Weining thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth. "It's not me this time, it's Sir Meg who's powerful. His Fireball technique was perfect, and he basically killed all the archers. There were 51 archers in total, and he killed 50 of them. "
At this moment, Qian Weining had a plan. Their journey must be very dangerous, so why not push Meg to the surface and let the enemies focus their attention on him?
In this way, all the enemies would target Meg. Wouldn't it be much safer for them?
For a moment, everyone in the camp looked at Meg with admiration, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He was about to say something modest, but then he remembered what Ren Xiaosu had told him to do, so he braced himself and said, "There are bandits all along the way. As a wizard, I have to take responsibility. Don't worry, you'll be fine as long as I'm here."
Li Chenggong whispered doubtfully, "Why does Sir Meg's tone sound a little like Ren Xiaosu's, especially when he said 'I'm here.'"
Off to the side, Sheep Man Liu Ting suddenly said to Ren Xiaosu, "Did you see that? This is the power of the Warlocks. Are you regretting not learning the Warlock language with us now?"
Qian Weining's first reaction when he heard this was that Ren Xiaosu did not even know the Warlock language. In that case, there was no need for him to keep an eye on him.
Meg, on the other hand, had a strange expression on his face.
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