Emperor of Arcane

The bow strings buzzed and the arrows shot in unison.

The sharp arrowhead plunged into the tide of violent murlocs and could easily kill a murloc.

Some can even pierce two with one arrow!

However, these fallen violent murlocs were quickly occupied by a larger number of violent murlocs.

They stared with red eyes and huddled together.

The cart pullers, who were originally very nervous, were already shrouded in fatigue after drawing their bows and shooting arrows over and over again.

Even though each of them drank a bottle of Restoration Konjac potion, the high-intensity battle had already caused their arms to tremble slightly.

They gradually became numb, and they drew their bows and shot arrows mechanically.

Adam Smith frowned, knowing that they could no longer hold on, so while they still had the strength, he said helplessly:

"Stop shooting and rest where you are."

In a short period of time, long-range support from bows and arrows cannot be counted on.

Without the efficiency of bows and arrows in killing murlocs, the pressure on wall defense has become greater and greater.

The speed at which the soldiers and adventurers swung their swords gradually failed to keep up with the number of violent murlocs rushing towards them.

Moreover, the bodies of the dead violent murlocs were piling up higher and higher under the wall, allowing the remaining violent murlocs to get closer to the top of the wall faster.

Seeing that the situation in a defensive position was gradually becoming critical, the height of the violent murlocs piled up reached half of the wall.

The defensive soldiers became more and more nervous.

They looked at the violent fish-man who kept jumping and waving upwards, grabbing hard on the iron-wood wall, and making harsh scratches. The pressure on their minds was increasing.

"Boom" a loud noise.

The expanding fireball hit the back of the pile of violent murloc corpses.

The terrifying destructive power tore apart the rushing murlocs and scattered the piled corpses.

The sky-wide mud dust, mixed with minced flesh and blood, scattered all over the ground, and the stinking wind boosted the morale of the soldiers in the battle.

"Master Arcanist can still fight!"

This naturally gave all the soldiers more confidence.

What the soldiers didn't know was that Matthew, who had killed dozens of violent murlocs with a fireball, had a slightly changed expression.

Just because after killing these violent fishmen, Matthew gained very little.

Every time he or the soldiers kill a violent murloc, they can only get a pitiful 1 experience point.

This is not the key, what worries Matthew the most is.

Mana drain returns very little mana.

Matthew's arcanist level has been raised to LV4.

He uses the three-ring "Fireball" scroll. After deducting the 10 mana points consumed by the scroll, he only needs to consume an additional 10 mana points.

Use mana to drain LV2, with a 50% chance of recovering 10 mana points.

This also means that on average, a fireball spell can kill 4 enemies with enough soul energy.

This allows Matthew to cast spells without loss and become a violent spell perpetual motion machine.

But now, Matthew killed more than 20 violent murlocs with a single fireball spell, but only recovered 10 mana points.

Every time a "Fireball" scroll is released, Matthew will lose 10 mana points.

Matthew currently has a total mana cap of 290 points, and can release 29 fireball spells that ordinary spellcasters cannot match.

However, for the countless violent murlocs in front of them, these 29 fireball spells are just a drop in the bucket.

Matthew guessed that the body and soul of the fish-men affected by the violent infection potion had undergone tremendous changes.

The disappearing soul power is like burning firewood, pushing the body to become stronger than usual, and the changes are weirder.

This also resulted in Matthew absorbing far less soul power than killing other enemies.

This means that in the face of these violent murlocs, Matthew cannot use the "Fireball" scroll unscrupulously like the bombing trolls.

What made Matthew even more uncomfortable was that.

Even if he now consumes skill points to increase the level of mana extraction to a higher level, the phantom clone in the camp cannot change immediately.

Therefore, Matthew did not throw out "fireballs" unscrupulously like just now.

Matthew would only choose to take action when the number of violent murlocs piled up and crossed the defense wall.

He took action in a timely manner, and in the eyes of other soldiers and adventurers, he seemed to have a calm and strong demeanor, but in fact he knew the pain.

However, thanks to Matthew and Adam Smith's extremely thorough preparations, dozens of carriages were loaded with goods that were all consumables for the battle.

Sword and shield, needless to say.

Bows, crossbows and arrows are inexhaustible.

Realizing that in close combat, the lethality and attack power are insufficient.

Hundreds of people put on strong spears together, and there was still plenty in the carriage.

Even with konjac potion to replenish physical strength, the soldiers' consumption was increasing.

Even if Matthew puts out the fire in time, the pressure on the defense line is increasing.

A jumping and violent murloc rushed up the wall.

It only had time to let out a shrill roar before it was hammered into a ball of minced meat by a strong fist from above.

Matthew did not wait any longer and nodded to Adam Smith on the other side:

"Do it!"

Adam Smith, who was a little nervous, breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the 30 heavily armed soldiers who were in reserve:

"Throw the fuel barrel out and throw it 5 meters away."

Click!

call!

Hundreds of kilograms of fuel barrels were smashed into the pile of violent murlocs that rushed over. Several unlucky violent murlocs were crushed into pulp in an instant.

The thick black fuel spread, and the strong pungent smell even covered up the smell of blood.

Seeing the figure shaking in the mist, Matthew raised his staff without hesitation.

A first-level spell-scorching ray!

Whoops!

The burning flames quickly spread around, turning into ferocious flame giants.

It formed a huge ring of fire that encompassed the entire hillside.

The blazing flames easily ignited the skinless violent murloc.

The violent murlocs were like burning wood, being roasted into charcoal in the blink of an eye, and finally became burning firewood.

The scorching flames gradually spread to the periphery, gradually engulfing the huge number of violent murlocs.

Furious murlocs know neither death nor fear.

They rushed forward one after another, crowded into the flames, were ignited before running a few steps, and finally disappeared into ashes.

The fire that shot up into the sky even illuminated the dark red sky, and the thick fog was somewhat dissipated by the twisted heat.

Without follow-up support, the soldiers took the time to kill the remaining violent murlocs.

Adam Smith even controlled the clay golem, jumped off the wall, and pushed all the murloc corpses piled below into the fire.

It was only then that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the three to four meter high wall of fire and the gentle slope of the cleared weeds, she realized it after hiding in the tent.

"The Thorn Caravan has been prepared!"

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