Emperor of Arcane

An invisible majesty enveloped everyone present.

Many people were trembling with fear, and some who were bolder peeked over.

In the eyes of others, the teeth are completely translucent and covered with silver-white scales. They are beautiful yet terrifying!

All the new adventurers stared wide-eyed, unwilling to let go of any detail of Yaya's beautiful and majestic appearance.

Even if they heard from their companions that the lord owned a dragon, they would only subconsciously think that they were bragging.

Until Yaya hovered and fell down, coiling lightly on the top of the carriage, with its slender tail curling around, and its wide wings converging and closing.

Only then did they dare to breathe, and then they suddenly realized that their backs were covered in cold sweat.

Those adventurers who had seen Yaya proudly explained to the startled newcomers:

"Why are you panicking? Lady Yaya won't eat you, she is actually very friendly..."

"Yes, but Lord Yaya is very powerful in combat. He once easily killed more than 10 trolls in a battle."

"That's right, that's right, she hovered in the sky first, and then pounced down..."

"Lord Yaya's breath is even more terrifying. He once controlled high-level professionals and banished them into the turbulence of time..."

"That one is a mysterious and powerful arcanist. Don't provoke him."

"I heard that he killed two to three hundred trolls by himself in the Troll Valley."

"That's right, a large forest was burned down by his fireball technique, and the entire sky was covered in thick smoke."

"Looking at it this way, this batch of supplies we are escorting should be very important."

"I guess that's the case too. Have you seen those barbarian soldiers? They..."

"..."

These guys boasted and immediately stunned the new adventurers.

Seeing them like this, Matthew felt that maybe he should set up a strategic deception department.

Making the enemy unable to see reality clearly is what Matthew has been doing.

Seeing the shock and complexity on the faces of the cart driver and the refugees, Matthew gave a thumbs up to Yaya above him from the bottom of his heart:

"Ya Ya is so amazing, he can perfectly control the clone so quickly."

That's right, the Yaya in front of you is the phantom clone that flew over from the Gulf Territory.

This was the first time this little guy had flown for such a long time. He was very happy at the moment and replied from the bottom of his heart:

"Hehe, sister Rebecca said the same thing."

The little guy rolled his eyes and thought about asking Rebecca to come back early.

After all, without a foodie to accompany you, you will always feel a little "guilty" if you eat too much alone.

Otherwise, Yaya’s IQ is particularly high?

After she answered Rebecca, she glanced at "Papa" without any trace, and continued tentatively:

"She ran to the master yesterday and seemed to be in trouble..."

Rebecca?

trouble?

A naughty and cute figure flashed in Matthew's mind, and then he suddenly remembered.

"No wonder Yaya is free today..."

"Otherwise, apart from their daily training, they would be looking for delicious food on the street."

"Wait a minute, Rebecca's master seems to be a druid."

"If you want to plant konjac on a large scale, or even improve rice and wheat seeds, professionals like druids are indispensable..."

"Trouble? The last thing I'm afraid of is trouble..."

Matthew still remembered that Rebecca's luck reached "+3" yesterday.

In a short period of time, the luck value will not fluctuate much.

For now, he should focus on this battle first.

"Pfizer Caravan, we are so destined!"

"I also want to know, was the bloody slave-catching group I solved last time arranged by you deliberately, or was it accidentally hit by "fate"?"

Matthew couldn't help but connect the Pfizer caravan, the Bloody Slave Catching Group, the attacks he encountered when he traveled through time, and the assassination when he was a child.

One thing can be a coincidence!

Various coincidences are inevitable!

Matthew calculated the fighting power in his hands. For this upcoming battle, he was determined to win with all his strength.

After this battle is over, the Gulf Territory will usher in a precious period of peaceful development!

Cart pushers and refugees were quickly clearing the reeds below the hillside.

The caravan guard soldiers, headed by Adam Smith, had already begun to drive the carriage into the fence.

The walls are getting higher and higher, gradually blocking everyone's sight and blocking their curious eyes.

Time passes little by little.

The hanging sun gradually sets towards the west.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the red sky.

The heat in the swamp gradually returned to calm.

One by one, fishmen began to poke their heads out of the fish nests in the mud.

They look around with bulging eyes, looking for any food that can fit into their mouths.

Soon, they smelled the aroma of food, and with a burst of chirping shouts, they strode into the mud.

Before they could get close, several sharp arrows flew from the distance and pierced several fish-men.

The fishmen who were not directly dead let out shrill screams, and the strong smell of blood spread along the mud and sewage.

There was no smell of blood in the swamp. The originally peaceful misty swamp soon became lively, and various creatures ran out smelling the smell of blood.

The large number of fishmen soon fell into chaos, and the fighting between them spread further and further.

Glancing at the chaos in the distance, Bloodhand Karn rubbed the metal ax handle, and while waiting for all kinds of bloodthirsty creatures to gather, he said in a hoarse and low voice:

"Potion No. 14 has a good effect, but it is only effective for magic creatures of intermediate level and below..."

"It is not effective against fishmen. Although their intelligence is low, they are still intelligent..."

"The above is the experimental record of Potion No. 14."

After finishing speaking, Bloodhand Kahn tore open the communication scroll in his hand, the depression in his brows and eyes disappeared, and the murderous intention ignited like a flame.

The powerful aura of a high-level professional made the surrounding cavalry couldn't help but stare at him.

A figure in a cloak came over, glanced at the bloody Kahn who was ready to attack, lowered his head slightly and said softly:

"The Thorn Caravan did not come over and stayed at its position at noon."

"However, the sentry has sent word that the spell caster and the dragon were found in the team!"

"In addition, there are 50 heavily armed soldiers, all hidden in the carriage of the last cargo..."

Kahn, who heard the specific situation, did not become angry because of it. Instead, he looked back at the ruins of Sweetwater Town in the distance and continued silently:

"It looks like they either discovered us and are now preparing to lure us there deliberately."

"Either they have temporarily changed their plans and are preparing to increase development efforts to prepare for transporting more supplies and people."

"Since they won't come, then go over and notify those guys and launch an attack directly!"

"Since they want the greatest benefit, let's do it!"

"Take no prisoners, leave no one behind!"

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