Relying on oneself is always better than relying on external help. Han Jin had given the Ogre Shamans a vivid lesson, which was also the last lesson.
Buck was killed, and the Ogre Shamans had lost their protection and courage to chase after the mercenaries. They turned around and continued to flee into the forest. However, Han Jin did not die. Like a ghost, he came out from behind a big tree. He raised his hand and waved a fire talisman, turning another Shaman into a man of fire.
The Shamans could control a large group of Thunderbirds to beat Winston and the others, but they could not do anything to Han Jin. Every time Han Jin jumped out from the ground, he would kill one of them and immediately return to the ground. Not to mention the dozens of Thunderbirds in the sky, even if there were thousands of them, they could not hurt Han Jin.
After a few ups and downs, there were only three Shamans left. They were quick-witted and fled in three different directions. The Thunderbirds in the sky also split into three groups.
This time, Han Jin was not in a hurry to chase after the Shamans. When the Thunderbirds had flown far away, he came out from the ground. The speed of Earthmeld was very fast, and he did not think that the Shamans could escape from his hands.
Han Jin's fingers moved quickly in the air. His Faked Earth Corpse had been broken, and now it was time to rebuff it. Compared to chasing after the enemy, protecting himself was more important.
In the distance, Yalina and the others saw that they had escaped from the Thunderbirds and turned back to kill. However, Han Jin had solemnly instructed them not to interfere with his battle, so they were not in a hurry to find Han Jin. There were still some fish left in the Dawn Mercenary Corps. For Winston, as long as they could fight, he had too much anger to vent.
One by one, the talismans disappeared into Han Jin's body. He let out a long sigh of relief. At this time, the Ogre Shamans had escaped far away, but the Thunderbirds flying in the sky exposed their exact location. Han Jin calculated in his mind and released Earthmeld again.
The remaining three Ogre Shamans had long since become frightened birds. The effect of Steel Skin had disappeared, and they didn't even notice it. They only knew how to run forward.
The shaman kept begging the gods in his heart, begging Han Jin to find his companions first. Who would have thought that Han Jin would jump out in front of him.
The shaman's eyes revealed a look of despair, but Han Jin would not show mercy just because of the enemy's mood. With a flash of green light, a rain of blood burst from the shaman's neck. Out of habit, Han Jin wanted to retreat to the ground immediately, but he saw a strange shiny object hanging on the shaman's chest. He quickly stretched out his left hand and pulled the object off, then sank it into the ground. In terms of energy consumption, Han Jin was a downright miser. If he could solve it with force, he would never use Taoist magic. Since the shamans had lost the protection of Skin, of course he would save the fire talismans.
The Ogre Shaman's body fell to the ground, but the Gale Wolf under him didn't stop for a moment. It continued to rush into the depths of the forest and disappeared in the blink of an eye. This time, the Thunderbirds in the sky didn't release any thunder and lightning. They were still hovering.
Han Jin jumped out from the ground again and quietly looked at the Thunderbirds. His eyes flashed with a thoughtful look. After a moment, he waved a Thunder Talisman. A flash of lightning fell from the sky and hit a Thunderbird. However, that was a Thunder Talisman that Han Jin made a long time ago. Its power was a bit pitiful and it didn't cause any harm to the Thunderbird.
Han Jin waved the Green Awn and kept shouting. Although the intelligence of the Thunderbirds was worse than that of the giant man, they also knew that the enemy was provoking them. With a few sharp and long cries, the Thunderbirds flapped their wings and swooped straight down to Han Jin.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Han Jin could clearly see the shape of the Thunderbirds. Their feathers were a brilliant golden color, very beautiful, but their pupils were like a silver-white gem. The beaks looked sharp and shiny. The Thunderbirds were bigger than the human-faced eagles he had seen before. If they fell on the ground, they would definitely be taller than Han Jin.
Twenty meters … ten meters … He could already feel the vibration caused by the friction between the Thunderbirds' wings and the air, but none of the Thunderbirds released thunder and lightning. It seemed that they wanted to fight with him.
That should be right. Han Jin smiled. From the time the Thunderbirds began to attack Winston until now, each Thunderbird should have released about twenty times of thunder and lightning. This was their limit!
Five meters … The thunderbirds at the front forcefully broke through the branches and leaves and pounced on Han Jin. The strong wind caused by their huge wings stirred up the sand and stones on the ground, but Han Jin had already released Earthmeld and disappeared into the ground.
The running speed of the Gale Wolf was far less than that of Han Jin's Earthmeld. In a moment, he had killed another Shaman and chased after the last enemy.
The Shaman was scared out of his wits. He always drilled into the lush branches and leaves, but he didn't know that it slowed down his speed. If he wanted to cover his tracks, it was even more unnecessary. Even if he could drill into the depths of the earth like Han Jin and see the hovering Thunderbirds in the sky, Han Jin could still accurately find his hiding place.
In the face of the last opponent, Han Jin didn't even bother to use the Green Aura. When he jumped out of the ground, he waved his hand and punched the Shaman in the chest, sending the Shaman flying upside down. He then hid back underground. The Thunderbirds in the sky completely lost contact with the Ogre Shaman. They hovered in the sky for a long time before flying in the direction of Thunder Valley.
After patiently waiting for a moment, Han Jin rose from the ground and slowly walked in front of the Ogre Shaman. He stretched out his hand and touched the Shaman. The Shaman was still breathing. He didn't use too much strength. He had to at least leave one alive to interrogate.
Han Jin tore off a branch and randomly whipped the Ogre Shaman's face. After a moment, the Ogre Shaman suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the ground. With a roar, he raised his cane and swung it at Han Jin.
To be honest, this level of attack could be completely ignored by Han Jin. However, the Ogre Shaman opened his mouth and spat out an unbearable stream of air. It was simply a "Bad Breath Whirlwind"! Most cultivators liked to be clean and tidy, and Han Jin was no exception. Moreover, the prerequisite for cultivation was to remove dirt from the air. Like those sloppy old beggars in the legends, they might become supreme martial artists, but they definitely wouldn't have the slightest connection with cultivation.
Han Jin couldn't help but hold his breath and take a few steps back. The Ogre Shaman missed, so he raised his cane again and pounced at Han Jin.
Han Jin raised his left hand and a long black whip appeared in his hand. The tip of the whip streaked through the air and made an ear-piercing sound. Then, it heavily lashed at the Shaman's chest. The Shaman's leather armor was torn in half, and a deep bloody wound was left on his chest. He took a few steps back and sat on the ground, howling loudly.
Han Jin originally wanted to go over and interrogate him, but when he saw the Shaman's bloody mouth, he quickly dismissed the idea. It was better to leave it to Léger and the others! Then, the tip of the whip stretched out like a snake and wrapped around the Shaman's neck. As if he was leading a dog, he strode out of the forest.
Yalina and the others were already waiting at the top of the mountain. They had killed a few that had slipped through the net, but the forest was too big and there were good hiding places everywhere. They couldn't find every enemy, not to mention that Han Jin was the main focus. They needed to wait for a clear message.
Seeing Han Jin dragging an Ogre Shaman out of the forest, Yalina and the others hurried to greet him. Saxon held his long sword and walked straight towards the Shaman. Han Jin coughed lightly. "This is the last Shaman …"
Saxon's body stiffened. After a long while, he slowly loosened his grip, and the sword fell to the ground. He sat down on the ground and covered his face with both hands. Tears flowed out from between his fingers, but he didn't make any sound.
"Why are you crying!" Winston roared. "Can't you be a man?!"
Yalina, Gibran, and the others all looked at Han Jin. Compared to Winston and Saxon, who were immersed in grief, their expressions were much more complicated. During the time they were waiting for Han Jin, they roughly understood what had happened. It was impossible to kill an Ogre Shaman under the protection of dozens of Thunderbirds. If it had been any of them, they wouldn't have been able to do it alone, not even together. However, Han Jin had succeeded!
If it had been someone who liked to nitpick, they would have analyzed Han Jin's fighting style and the benefits of various strange spells. In the end, they would have concluded that if they had mastered the same spells, they could have done it too, or even better than Han Jin. However, Yalina and the others were very open-minded. They didn't think that respecting or admiring someone was degrading themselves.
"Winston, why didn't you use the space scroll to return to Isolated Cliff City?" Gibran asked in a low voice. "Did you … think you could defeat those Thunderbirds? Don't tell me you didn't even have time to use the scroll? "
"The space scroll had no effect! Do you understand?! " Saxon suddenly jumped up and roared loudly. His eyes had already turned red. "It had no effect at all. It was just a piece of waste paper! Waste paper!! "
"Fake?" Han Jin was stunned.
"Yes …" Winston nodded slowly and said with a trembling voice, "They … are so cruel!"
Gibran and Julia looked at each other. It was very difficult to bribe the alchemists of the Mercenary Association. Once the matter was leaked, the alchemists would be hunted down by all sides. Even if the victims' families were all dead, the Mercenary Association wouldn't let go of anyone who broke the rules.
Han Jin didn't speak anymore. He suddenly realized something. He met Qi Li, and then Qi Li became a wanted criminal. He met Sassoux, and then the bard who liked to travel was involved in one crisis after another with them. He met Sylvia, and then Sylvia's house was confiscated. He met Gibran, and then Julia lost her sister forever. Hayden and Charles were killed one after another. He met Winston, and then there were only two people left in the Reaper Mercenary Group. Was Han Jin a god of plague? Anyone who knew him would be unlucky?
"You didn't leave anyone alive?" Han Jin asked Gibran.
"No, they were all killed."
"Go and interrogate this guy." Han Jin flicked his wrist, and the Ogre Shaman couldn't help but roll over.
"Okay." Gibran was very straightforward. He took the whip and turned to walk away.
"Then … what should we do?" Yalina asked in a low voice.
"Let's go back to Isolated Cliff City first," Kane said. "Don't forget, there's still an alchemist waiting for us to deal with."
"No." Winston shook his head slowly but firmly.
"Why?"
"I want to complete this mission!" Winston sighed. "I know, this was originally a trap, but … the Reaper Mercenary Group was created by us. After returning to the city, I will go to the Mercenary Association to cancel my group. Before that, I want to put an end to it personally. I also want to finish what I started."
"Winston, I know you're in a bad mood, but …" Kane hesitated. "Don't be too impulsive! There may still be Ogre Shamans in Thunder Valley. Do you think we can complete the mission? "
"I know." Winston's eyes fell on Han Jin. "Can you help me? I know my request is too much, but … "
"Okay," Han Jin said firmly.
"Raphael, are you crazy?!" Yalina said anxiously. Magic had compatibility. For example, if a fire magician encountered a fire spirit who was immune to fire, he could only close his eyes and wait for death without any help. She was an eleventh-level thunder magician, and her magic power was greatly reduced when facing a thunderbird that could control lightning. If she had a choice, she would rather challenge the Flame Tyrant than the Thunderbird.
"Don't worry," Han Jin said.
"Thank you." Winston forced a smile.
Yalina, Kane, and the others no longer objected. They had worked with Han Jin more than once, and Han Jin had done many impossible things. Since he assured them, they had no reason to continue doubting him.
* * *
No matter what happened, they still had to eat when it was time to eat. However, Winston and Saxon did not have good appetites. Each of them only ate half a piece of bread at most before running to the hillside. The two of them sat side by side, facing the forest at the foot of the mountain in silence. At this time, persuading them was superfluous and useless. It was already very sad that their companions were dying one by one in battle. They couldn't even find the bones of their companions. Burying their own brothers was an extremely simple request, but now even this request had become an extravagant hope.
Gibran's appetite was even worse. He didn't get anything valuable from the Ogre Shaman's mouth. Instead, he was choked by the smell. After all, Han Jin wasn't the only one who liked tidiness. Interrogation was very particular, and punishment alone was far from enough. Your gaze, aura, and words would all create a kind of pressure that would cause the prisoner's psychological defense to collapse quickly. It would be impossible to hide and scare people from afar.
"Look, what is this?" Han Jin took out something from his space ring and threw it over.
It was a metal plate about half the size of a palm. It was round and had a magic beast engraved on it. The shape of the magic beast was a bit strange, at least to Han Jin. Overall, the magic beast's body and lower limbs were like a gorilla, but its head was similar to an ancient tyrannosaurus rex. The two rows of long and sharp teeth in its mouth were unforgettable. On the engraving, it walked upright with its hands hanging down to its knees and its nails resting on its feet. It was a bit too long!
"This is a Behemoth." Gibran took the metal plate and looked at it carefully. "It looks like … a family emblem."
"A Behemoth?" Han Jin was stunned. He was no longer a novice, and he knew that a Behemoth was a super creature comparable to a giant dragon.
"Yes."
"Do you think this thing is valuable?" Han Jin asked.
"I don't know." Gibran shook his head.
"Let me see." Yalina moved closer.
Gibran handed the metal plate to Yalina. Yalina looked at it for a long time and asked Han Jin, "Where did you get this?"
"I found it on an ogre shaman."
"Can't you just ask that guy?" Yalina stood up and walked towards the shaman who was curled up in a ball in the distance.
"Yalina," Gibran hurriedly called out.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll go ask." Gibran smiled bitterly and stood up.
"Isn't it the same no matter who asks?" Yalina ignored Gibran and continued walking towards the shaman.
Since Yalina had the courage to face danger, Gibran didn't say anything. Han Jin stood up and walked towards the other side of the hill.
"Raphael, where are you going?"
"Since there's nothing else to do now, I'll find a place to meditate for a while."
"I'll go with you," Kane said. "Maybe there are people from the Dawn Mercenary Team hiding in the dark. It's not safe."
"Okay."
On the way to the forest, Han Jin kept thinking. It was said that failure was the mother of success. It meant that people could learn from failure and gain experience. However, for a person who was good at self-reflection, he could also gain experience from success.
After the battle with Caroline and Betty, Han Jin's thinking took a big turn. It turned out that his change was correct. The key to a battle was not how strong the attack was, but how to always release the right attack at the right time.
Today, he had released dozens of Earthmeld spells and dozens of Three True Fire Talismans. He had used up a lot of his energy, but his vital energy had always been at its peak, and he had won a great victory! If he was still like before, relying on powerful Dao techniques to fight, he would probably be dead already.
In fact, this consumption was nothing. He could now absorb a lot of energy and elements every day and use them to make talismans. In a few days, he would be able to make up for all the energy he had used up, and his savings would only increase.
In the past, he had always wanted to superimpose a large-scale spell on the Green Glow. Now, it seemed that there was nothing more suitable than the Flying Spell, which would make his fighting style more versatile.
The Dawn Mercenary Team had been annihilated, so there was nothing to do for the time being. It was not the right time to attack Thunder Valley. He had to delay it for at least a month. He could use this time to complete his Flying Spell.
How could a so-called fairy be called a fairy if he could not fly?! Compared to that, refining the Immortal-Binding Rope could be delayed. After a month, those thunderbirds would become his main opponents. If he could not fight in the air, his plan could not be realized. When he and Yalina killed a thunderbird and obtained a level nine electric magic crystal, Yalina was very happy. Of course, an electric magician could not do without the help of an electric magic crystal. What if he killed dozens of thunderbirds in one breath? He wondered how happy Yalina would be. Thinking of this, Han Jin smiled faintly.
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