An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

As time passed, the harsh roar of the Hell Chariot gradually became clearer.

"Here comes one." Harsin said.

The silhouette of the Hell Chariot in the distance gradually became clearer. On the deck, a beard demon (Baba Demon) was steering the ship, while a hedgehog demon (Hama Demon) with a green body, spikes all over its body and a long knife in its hand was looking at the bow with the remaining two beard demons.

"Damn Bafo, he is just a poor creature who has been demoted, and he dares to ask me to do this!"

Hearing his complaints, the two beard demons following him looked at each other. They didn't quite understand why Bafo asked them not to stay in the chariot and had to come out to greet him.

One of the beard demons, like the leading hedgehog demon, thought that Bafo was abusing his authority, but the other beard demon seemed to have thought of something. After hesitating for a while, he still spoke to them.

"Bafo must want to establish his authority and bind us under his leadership, so that he can push us out as cannon fodder in the next bloody battle in the abyss."

"His original subordinates all ran away because of his lowered rank. Although we are only temporarily subordinate to him now, if he forces us to take sides, we have no choice."

"During the bloody battle, Lord Haros will not care about the lives of us lower-level devils."

"What should we do? Lord, our rank is lower than his. After we sacrifice those humans and return to hell, I'm afraid we will be automatically assigned to his team and go to the front line to participate in the bloody battle."

The hedgehog demon thought about it and found that this possibility was really great, but in hell, rank is above everything, and now is the time for the bloody battle in the abyss to break out. The original direct superiors can't control them at all, and they seem to have no choice but to accept their fate.

"Damn it! Do I have to try so hard to curry favor with him? I already had a headache when I lost the secret order from Lord Haros for no reason!"

"Damn it!"

He was so angry that he smashed the chariot with the long sword in his hand, but finally sighed as if he accepted his fate.

"It can only be like this. If we can survive this bloody battle, everything will be fine, but now we have no way."

At this time, they were very close to their destination. He could even see Bafo waiting for them at the entrance of the cave, and a... Cambion next to him? But the color seemed wrong?

Xu Mo: "Where did Cambion come from? Shouldn't the subordinates of such high-level demons be fighting in the front line at this time? Why did they come here?"

Hedgehog Mo: "Never mind, it's not important. Anyway, if we want to survive the next bloody battle, we still have to rely on Bafo. There will definitely be more than just us participating in the next bloody battle. If we surrender quickly enough, we may be able to get a few subordinates, and the probability of survival will be greatly increased."

"Be smart and don't offend him."

The other demons nodded secretly, but just as they were silently preparing their lines to surrender, the chain demon they thought was Bafo suddenly raised his hand, and endless huge thorns grew from both sides of the road. In just a moment, they covered the chariot and stopped it abruptly.

The powerful hell engine was no match for the thorns, the thinnest of which was as thick as an arm, and the other demons were stunned by this inexplicable natural spell. Endless thorns covered their bodies, and the plants twisted against each other. The sharp thorns and vines tore them into pieces like a meat grinder.

Six-ring spell, wall of thorns.

When Noshier saw this move, he couldn't help but sigh at the power of the spellcasting profession. With such a large-scale, continuous, and high-intensity attack, ordinary melee professionals had no way to defend themselves. They would only be torn into pieces the moment they were hit by this spell.

However, the powerful must have limitations, and the biggest limitation of the spellcasting profession is their daily casting times. As far as Noshier knows, a level 16 druid only has one six-ring spell slot, one seven-ring spell slot, and one eight-ring spell slot.

Once these high-level spells are used up, only some low-level spells are left. However, the druid profession can also rely on natural transformation to fight in close combat. It is not a fragile wizard in the traditional sense. Especially the Moon Society chosen by Halsin, whose specialty is animal transformation, and spell attack is not the focus.

Halsin stopped the spell effect to prevent the wildly growing thorns from directly crushing the Hell Chariot.

In fact, if you just want to kill them, you don’t need to use a high-level spell like the six-ring spell, but when killing them, you can’t hurt the humans in the car, so you can only use this kind of controllable, non-direct killing, and sufficient lethality spell.

"There are still some humans in the car, but according to the helmet’s sensing, the devils have been killed."

Noshier went forward to check, and the thorns automatically made way for him. He opened the door of the car and let the humans inside out. After briefly explaining the situation to them, he asked them to take shelter in the cave with others.

After temporarily settling them, Halsin also sensed that another chariot was about to arrive.

"Let's go, Noshiel, let's ambush the other one. I won't take action this time. Let me see your recent progress."

Noshiel twisted his neck and stretched his waist upon hearing this. He showed a friendly and kind smile, took off the bloodletting vampire hanging on both sides of his thighs, rubbed the axe blades against each other, and scraped sparks.

"Then I can't wait to show you, Master."

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When another chariot rushed out from the other side of the mountain in the distance, it immediately noticed something was wrong. Such a large number of thorns appeared inexplicably, which made the devils on the chariot immediately nervous.

"Wait, slow down, the camp seems to be attacked, we--"

A flying axe fell directly from the sky and embedded fiercely in the face of the hedgehog demon who was talking. The thorns on his face were chopped and flew everywhere, and a lot of dirty blood gushed out of it, causing him to scream in pain.

"Enemy attack! Above!"

Two of the remaining three bearded demons immediately ran to the side of the crossbow with the thorn spear installed. As a result, the one on the left had just adjusted its position and was kicked directly to the front of the chariot by Noshir before it had time to aim. It was stabbed into a meat pie by the chariot track.

All this happened too quickly, but the battles that the devils had experienced were many times more severe than those of mortals. They had also encountered this level of surprise attack. Almost without any hesitation, one bearded demon directly chopped at Noshir with a long knife, and the other immediately turned the crossbow directly towards Noshir.

But just as he was about to pull down the firing rod, Noshiel kicked the muzzle again. The 18-point force made the bearded demon unable to control it at all. The spear was directly deflected and the whole demon was brought to the ground. The long knife that was chopped was also chopped off by Noshiel as he flew up.

He moved his wings slightly to adjust his posture and rushed forward immediately. After entering the attack range, he directly grabbed the bearded demon who was unbalanced because of the fierce attack on his weapon with his empty left hand. His big hand clamped his head like a steel clamp and knocked him down hard on the steel floor.

He fell hard, but he didn't faint. So he immediately wanted to use the tentacles full of poison on his chin to wrap around Noshiel's hand and corrode it completely.

But just before he was about to wrap the poisonous tentacles completely around Noshiel's gauntlet, Noshiel's hand axe in his right hand directly chopped his spine with one blow.

After confirming the result of this attack, Noshiel immediately stood up.

With his left hand, he picked up the almost paralyzed guy and threw him at the hedgehog demon who was still holding a weapon and rushed over with a bloody face, knocking him to the ground.

He let go of the axe with his right hand, leaned over to pick up the long-handled knife that had fallen, leaned back and held a spear, and nailed the only intact bearded demon who had just stood up to another crossbow behind him.

The only hedgehog demon who still had some fighting power pushed away the half-dead thing pressing on him, covered his face with one hand, and groped for a weapon on the ground with the other hand.

His face was still embedded with the hand axe, but he didn't dare to pull it off. He sat on the ground in embarrassment and retreated with difficulty, while shouting wildly.

"Who! Cambion?! Who sent you to attack us?! Why? Why!!"

Noshir picked up the hand axe, first stepped forward and killed the bearded demon nailed to the crossbow with an axe, and then stepped on the half-dead bearded demon whose spine was cut off.

"It's not Cambion, it's Tiefling. You're the nth person who has mistaken me for a lecher. Apart from the wings, do I really look that much like those things?"

Noshir approached him slowly with brisk steps, and the guy had nowhere to retreat, leaning his whole body against the bulkhead behind him.

Noshir didn't want to torture his opponent too much, so his fighting style was always to kill with one or several strikes in a short period of time.

So he grabbed the hedgehog's legs and pulled him over, then stepped on his chest, pulled the hand axe off his face with his left hand, and quickly chopped him on the face a few times, sending him back to his home in hell.

And the hedgehog could only calm down his trembling hands under this horrible punishment.

"Huh - I can still feel this way without using rage. How should I put it? I feel good."

Then Noshir looked around and looked at the blood plasma on the ground.

"..."

"I'm afraid my hell blood has brought me a slight tendency to violence."