The elements in the natural world were always in a mysterious state of balance. Releasing magic to manipulate the elements was a man-made disruption of the balance, which resulted in waves of irregular elemental fluctuations. When the elements returned to balance under the interference of nature, the elemental fluctuations would naturally disappear.
The elemental waves caused by mages were always periodic. Even a Forbidden Spell would not be able to escape the interference of nature. However, at this moment, the elemental waves coming from afar were like an endless song. It had been half a day, but there were no signs of it weakening.
When the magical fluctuations came, the mercenaries on the hilltop had already entered battle mode. Only the mages remained silent. It was not yet time to release magic, as that would only alert the enemy.
There was a commotion in the woods on the opposite side. Winston was the first to jump out. Without stopping for a moment, he strode towards the hilltop, followed by Saxon. Then Paul and Fidi jumped out of the woods one after another.
Dozens of thunderbirds suddenly swooped down from the dark clouds. Almost at the same time, each thunderbird released a bolt of lightning that was as thick as a wooden barrel. Dozens of lightning bolts converged into a single point in the woods. Then, screams came from the woods, and everything became silent.
Winston, Saxon, and the others did not dare to look back. Even though they knew that one of their companions had been killed, they did not dare to look back. Rescue would be useless, and they would only lose their lives.
Originally, they were prepared. They had been to Thunder Valley before and had enough experience dealing with thunderbirds. The strength of a flock of thunderbirds was indeed terrifying, but magic beasts were still magic beasts. There were many ways to deal with them.
However, something unexpected happened. Winston would never have thought that the thunderbirds of Thunder Valley, under the command of dozens of ogre shamans, were already waiting for them halfway. The plan they prepared could only deceive the thunderbirds, which lacked intelligence, but it could not deceive the ogre shamans!
Cervantes of the Dawn Mercenary Corps smiled and nodded to the archers. More than twenty archers simultaneously half-knelt there and drew their longbows.
The moment the archers revealed themselves, Winston and the others immediately discovered the ill-intentioned mercenaries on top of the mountain. Paul rolled to the side as fast as he could while releasing his invisibility spell. Saxon roared and released his protective fighting aura to the extreme, blocking in front of Fidi. Meanwhile, Winston's figure suddenly moved and shot straight towards the top of the mountain.
More than 20 arrows were shot out. If they were dealing with an ordinary mercenary team, this row of arrows would be enough. However, the Reapers were a mercenary team with rich combat experience. The strength of the members was also very strong. Although they were suddenly attacked, each of them made the correct response.
Paul was out of the attack range, while Fidi was behind Saxon and was in a blind spot. Only Saxon was hit by a few arrows, but those arrows penetrated his protective combat energy and then hit his leather armor. Their strength was exhausted, and they were unable to cause any damage to Saxon.
However, the speed of Saxon's escape was hindered. More thunderbirds swooped down from the dark clouds. Dozens of lightning bolts converged on Fidi's body, forming a huge electric ball that then exploded with a bang.
The magic shield that Fidi had cast on himself might be able to resist the lightning released by a few thunderbirds, but there were too many thunderbirds. Not to mention Fidi, even a peak eleventh-grade magus would find it difficult to remain unharmed under the collective attack of dozens of thunderbirds.
The chaotic flow of electricity swept in all directions. Fidi had completely disappeared, and he didn't even have time to scream. Saxon, on the other hand, was thrown more than twenty meters away and fell heavily to the ground.
"Cervantes!!" Winston let out a roar, his face distorted. His originally calm eyes became abnormally vicious at this moment. He had already recognized the mercenary corps on the opposite side.
Cervantes laughed and jumped out of the trench. He calmly looked at Winston, who was getting closer and closer. A white ball of combat energy enveloped his whole body. If it was a one-on-one fight, he would not be afraid of Winston, even if Winston had become incomparably crazy.
The five types of fighting techniques each had their own strengths. In comparison, Winston's Dragon Flame Fighting Technique was very balanced in offense and defense. The Galaxy Fighting Technique posed a serious threat to mages. The starlight condensed from combat energy could penetrate the magic shield and cause direct damage to mages. Warriors of other professions would not be able to harm mages before their magic shield collapsed. Cervantes, on the other hand, practiced the Lightning Fighting Technique, which was much more effective than the Ice Fighting Technique in dealing with melee professions. Once the small probability of paralysis was activated, it would be the deciding factor between life and death. Although for high-grade professions like Winston, the paralysis would only cause him to be stiff for a moment, but in a battle between masters, a moment was enough.
Saxon jumped up from the ground and roared as he rushed up the mountain. In fact, he already understood that today was the day that the Reaper Mercenary Corps would be completely eliminated. However, there were different ways to die. He chose to fight to the last breath.
Cervantes pulled out his long sword and pointed to the side. The dozen or so mages understood tacitly and released detection magic one after another. In an instant, hundreds of meters of space were covered. Paul, who was galloping, appeared, but he did not stop for a moment and continued to rush up the mountain.
Dozens of thunderbirds began to swoop down again, and the magic fluctuations became more and more intense. The smile on Cervantes' face suddenly disappeared, and he looked up at the sky. "Not good …"
One after another, straight bolts of lightning mercilessly fell from the sky, enveloping the entire mountain. People's bodies, weapons, and countless stones were bombarded in all directions. The mercenaries of the Dawn Mercenary Corps thought that they had a great advantage. With the cooperation of the thunderbirds, they could easily wipe out the Reaper Mercenary Corps. They never expected that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, and they themselves became the target of a surprise attack.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was deliberate, but the magic fluctuation was hidden in the fluctuations caused by the thunderbirds. The mercenaries of the Dawn Mercenary Corps were not alerted at all. The dozen or so mages who did not release protective magic bore the brunt of the attack and were all killed on the spot. The archers who had drawn their longbows and aimed at Paul were also turned into broken limbs. The mercenary soldiers were not much better. Cervantes, on the other hand, was safe. The Lightning Fighting Technique he practiced had an extremely strong resistance against lightning magic. However, his subordinates were all killed.
Nine Grid Thunder Call! This was the signature magic. Both sides understood who was nearby almost at the same time.
Cervantes turned his head angrily, looking for the hiding place of the enemy. However, before he could find the enemy, a sharp wind quietly swept towards his neck.
Cervantes reacted very quickly. He dodged to the side and sent back his sword. Gibran appeared in the air, and his figure spun, avoiding Cervantes' sword. The first move was a draw, and no one could hurt the other.
Cervantes's expression changed drastically, and he quickly dodged to the side. If Gibran was here, Julia would definitely be here too. The Treant's Arrow didn't feel good, and he could only rely on swimming quickly to avoid getting into trouble.
However, Cervantes' movements were still a little slow. Julia and Gibran attacked at the same time. When he dodged Gibran's sneak attack and returned a blow, Julia's arrow had already arrived. A green light flashed, and countless vines surged out from the ground like a tide. Cervantes' body had already moved, but he was pulled back by the vines.
Winston roared, and his body shot into the air like a cannonball. He drew an arc and fell towards Cervantes. He raised the long sword high above his head with both hands. He had used all his strength and fighting spirit. Winston's swordsmanship was originally focused on stabbing. Now that he was acting out of character, one could imagine how angry he was. This sword had nothing to do with skill, but was just to vent.
Cervantes roared and struggled with all his might. Unfortunately, the Treant's Arrow was the nemesis of the strong. Unless one had the strength of a super-strong person and could break all the vines at once, it would be impossible to escape. He broke one, but new vines grew out, and could only bind him tighter and tighter.
Winston swung his sword down, and the explosion instantly burned the waving vines into charcoal. Cervantes' body was also burned. Winston's long sword had deeply cut into his forehead, almost splitting his head in half. Cervantes suddenly froze, and then softly fell to the ground.
The diving Thunderbirds released a dazzling electric light. Under the command of the Ogre Shaman, their attacks were very orderly. Paul had not yet rushed out of the magic detection range, but his body was already enveloped by the electric light. When the electric light disappeared, there was nothing left.
This was an absolute kill, and also an absolute instant kill!
"Go!" Gibran shouted. He did not even care about attacking the surviving mercenaries of the Dawn Mercenary Corps. He turned around and rushed to the back of the hill.
Winston also knew that now was not the time to kill to vent his anger. He stepped forward and followed closely behind Gibran. As for Saxon, who was lagging behind, he was really powerless. Facing the attack of dozens of Thunderbirds, there was no point in rescuing him, and he would only be sacrificed.
At the foot of the hill, a dozen black shadows rushed out of the forest. They were the Ogre Shamans, and they were all riding on tall wind wolves.
Ogres were very ugly creatures. Their skin was very rough, and they were an ugly greenish-gray color. Their heads were very large, and their eyes were not small. Their mouths were completely bloody, and their shining fangs were protruding out. It was terrifying to look at.
Ogres were very powerful in battle. Just like vampires, they were born with tough bodies. However, in comparison, the Ogre Shamans' bodies were much weaker. But they often became the leaders of the Ogres because they could release magic, and they also had the innate ability to communicate with magical beasts.
Seeing that the enemy had escaped from the top of the hill, the Ogre Shamans hurriedly urged on their wind wolves. At this moment, a sudden change occurred. A figure suddenly jumped out from the ground, waving a shining green light, and slashed at the neck of an Ogre Shaman.
The Shaman was caught off guard, and a huge head flew high into the air. The figure did not stop for a moment, and continued to rush forward. With a flash of green light, another Ogre Shaman fell into a pool of blood, screaming.
The rest of the Ogre Shamans hurriedly scattered in all directions. The flock of Thunderbirds that were chasing Saxon also gave up their target at the same time, and collectively turned around to protect the Ogre Shamans.
Saxon originally thought that he was going to die, but when he saw that the flock of Thunderbirds had given up on him, he could not help but cry tears of joy. No one was willing to face death, and going to die didn't mean that they wanted to die. He used all his strength to jump up the hill, and then disappeared on the other side.
Han Jin used his green light, and wanted to kill another enemy. But he saw a huge rock about two meters in diameter coming straight at him. Before the rock even got close, the strong wind that came from it made his cheeks hurt. Han Jin's body hurriedly fell back and disappeared without a trace.
In the next moment, a huge man about five meters tall rushed out of the forest. With just two or three steps, he arrived at the place where Han Jin had disappeared. He waved an absurdly large hammer and smashed it down with all his might. With a loud bang, the ground shook violently. The wind wolves were shaken, and the remaining Ogre Shamans covered their ears in pain.
The huge man continued to smash the ground a few more times, and forcibly smashed a large hole in the ground. He then squatted down and used his hands to dig for something. After a moment, he raised his head and said in a daze, "No …"
"Ignore him! Let's continue to chase! "An Ogre Shaman screamed.
His opinion received the approval of all the Ogre Shamans. But just as the Thunderbirds in the sky changed direction, Han Jin unexpectedly jumped out from behind another Gale Wolf. He raised his sword and pierced another Ogre Shaman's body. Then, Han Jin moved his body and rushed toward another Ogre Shaman. The Shaman was already on guard. He raised his cane, and his greenish-gray skin suddenly turned iron-black. The green light only left a shallow mark on his skin.
Han Jin was stunned. He flipped his hand and threw out a fire talisman. The Three True Flames fell on the Shaman's back, and instantly turned into a ball of raging flames.
The smug smile on the Shaman's face instantly disappeared, and he let out a miserable scream.
However, with the addition of a fire talisman, Han Jin's movements were interrupted and slowed down. The Thunderbirds in the sky released streaks of lightning, and Han Jin's body was enveloped in them.
With a boom, sand and stones flew everywhere. Han Jin reappeared in another place and disappeared into the earth.
The huge man rushed over and squatted down to carefully observe, but he couldn't find anything.
The Ogre Shamans looked at each other in dismay. The huge man gave up and threw away his hammer. He ran far away and picked up the stone he had just thrown. He hugged the stone and looked around. He was about five meters tall, and the stone was two meters wide. According to the ratio, it should be very difficult for him to lift it. However, the huge man seemed to have infinite strength and looked very relaxed.
"What do we do?" A Shaman asked in a muffled voice.
"Ignore him!" Another Shaman shouted. "Let's keep chasing!"
This time, the Ogre Shamans didn't move even though they were yelling that they wanted to chase after Han Jin. Their skin had all turned iron-black, and the flock of thunderbirds continued to hover above their heads. Obviously, it was for Han Jin to hear.
After waiting for a long time, the Ogre Shamans couldn't bear it anymore. They exchanged glances and urged their Gale Wolves to move forward. Who knew that just as they began to move, Han Jin would jump out from behind. Seeing the Ogre Shamans' skin all changed color, he didn't hesitate and waved his hand to throw out a fire talisman.
The giant man roared and threw the boulder out, but Han Jin had already sunk into the ground. The boulder missed its target and flew all the way, smashing down countless trees along the way.
The Shaman who was hit by the Three True Fire screamed as he rolled down from the Gale Wolf. His back rubbed against the Gale Wolf's body. As a result, the Gale Wolf also suffered. One was rolling on the ground desperately, while the other was frantically spinning around.
"Barker, what are you waiting for? Put out the fire! "An Ogre Shaman shouted.
The huge man rushed in front of the shaman and raised his hand to slap him. Another ogre shaman shouted, "No! That fire is strange. Don't touch it with your hands! "
The huge man was stunned. He ran to the side, grabbed a tree that had just been smashed, and slammed it down. The Ogre Shamans screamed and dodged to the side. Unexpectedly, Han Jin took the opportunity to come out of the ground. He raised his hand and threw out a fire talisman, turning another Ogre Shaman into a man of fire.
The huge man's reaction was not bad. He stepped on the tree and broke it in half, then turned around and threw the thick trunk. However, Han Jin had just been defeated by the Faked Earth Corpse, so he became very cautious. After killing one Ogre, he immediately hid underground. The whistling tree trunk didn't even touch his shadow.
The huge man was really angry. He beat his chest with his fists and roared, "Ah …"
Both the Ogre Shaman and the Gale Wolf were lying in a pool of blood, but the Three True Fire of Samadhi was still burning. Their bodies were badly mutilated, but it had nothing to do with Han Jin. It was all the work of the giant man.
Seeing their companions being killed one by one, the Ogre Shamans showed fear. The huge man didn't admit defeat. He ran far away to pick up his boulder and kept spinning there.
"We can't care about him anymore! Even if there's only one of us left, we have to kill those people! "An Ogre Shaman screamed.
"Okay!" Another Ogre Shaman agreed.
Just as the Gale Wolf was about to move, Han Jin jumped out of the ground and threw out a fire talisman. The huge man also threw out his boulder, but this time, he didn't attack Han Jin. Instead, he attacked the flame.
Han Jin's fire talisman was very fast, but the huge man was very talented in this aspect. Moreover, the boulder was very big, so he had a big advantage. With a boom, the fire talisman hit the boulder and burned fiercely. The Ogre Shaman who was attacked was only scared and broke out in a cold sweat, but he was safe and sound.
The flock of thunderbirds had already released bolts of lightning. As Han Jin's figure disappeared into the ground, they all shot towards the ground. The roaring lightning struck the ground, creating a huge pit nearly two meters deep.
Seeing that his plan worked, the huge man roared in the direction where Han Jin disappeared, "I'm … strong!!!" After shouting, he happily ran over and picked up his boulder. Whether he was strong or not was another matter. His intelligence was a problem. The Ogre Shaman just reminded him that there was something wrong with the flame and that he shouldn't touch it, but he forgot in the blink of an eye.
The surviving Ogre Shamans surrounded the crater, their attention focused on the bottom of the crater.
"Is he dead?" An Ogre Shaman whispered.
"Should be … dead."
The giant man was not afraid of the flames. He smiled and picked up the burning boulder, turned around, and walked back. However, he had only taken a few steps when the boulder fell to the ground. He stared blankly at his burning hands. No one knew what he was thinking.
The sound of the boulder falling to the ground startled the Ogre Shamans. They turned around and were stunned. The huge man was holding two balls of flame in his hands, and there was also a flame burning in his chest.
"Buck! Didn't I tell you not to touch it?! "An Ogre Shaman screamed.
"How are you, Buck?" Another Ogre Shaman shouted. He asked this because other people would scream when they touched the flame, but Buck just stood there blankly, as if nothing had happened.
Barker raised his head, the muscles on his face trembling non-stop. "It hurts …"
The Ogre Shamans were stunned. If you're in pain, you should scream! They knew that Buck was a very rough guy, but to this extent, they couldn't understand.
Buck strode to the Ogre Shamans and stretched out his hand. "Extinguish … Extinguish …"
The Ogre Shamans scattered to the left and right. The nature of the flame was very strange, and they couldn't do anything about it. Besides, their purpose was to increase the fighting power of the whole race and control large numbers of magic beasts. The magic they mastered was also of the effect type. In a real battle, these Shamans couldn't even beat a human Warlock.
"Extinguish the flame!" Seeing that his companions didn't care about his life and were retreating to other places, Buck, who was in great pain, finally shouted a complete sentence.
The Ogre Shamans didn't respond. Instead, they retreated even further.
"Extinguish the flame …" Buck was furious. He strode to catch up with an Ogre Shaman and pressed down with his hand. He was so strong that his palm pressed the Ogre Shaman's head into his chest. The headless corpse with flames floating around its neck swayed a few times and fell down.
"Run! He's crazy! "The Ogre Shamans were shocked. They turned around and drove the Gale Wolves to escape into the forest.
Buck's body was big and tall. He caught up with an Ogre Shaman in a single step. He reached out and grabbed the Shaman's neck, lifting him up. "Extinguish … Ah …"
Another Ogre Shaman saw this and hurriedly screamed. The Thunderbirds circling in the air began to dive down. Bolts of lightning gathered on Buck's body and made an earth-shattering sound.
When the lightning dissipated, Buck did not disappear completely like the others who were attacked by the thunderbirds. However, his body was much thinner. From head to toe, white bones could be seen everywhere. Blood gushed out like a fountain. Then, he swayed and fell straight to the ground, crushing an Ogre Shaman who was staring at him in shock.
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