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The decision to attack Thorn City three days later was made by several arcanist masters just after they sat down in the morning. The arcanist masters who had rested in Mist City for five days had already restored their magic power to its peak.

The knights and slave legions also got a well-deserved rest.

King Kong and Solo, who were seriously injured, were once again alive and well with the help of Lin Xing's full quota of divine healing three times a day, and the healing potions generously given by Caroline.

Even many knights and monsters have made some breakthroughs.

Fighting is the fastest way to improve a person's strength. After the arcane masters broke away from the same experiments and exploration of the truth in the laboratory, this kind of life-threatening battle also allowed them to have a better understanding of the knowledge they have learned.

A deeper understanding.

The number of slave creatures has also been replenished to a thousand. While floating ships one after another transported these captured Namekians, they also brought enough supplies to the tower team.

Potions for restoring magic power, potions for improving spiritual power, powerful alchemy items, etc., all use active blood marrow as the acquisition currency, and are open to all arcane masters. The trading of high towers is a big deal.

Almost every arcana master and knight used the Namekian human core they obtained to exchange for the resources they needed from passing airships.

Outside the Thorn City, thousands of slave creatures gathered together and roared. Behind the ferocious slave creatures of various shapes were hundreds of knights wrapped in armor and led by several first-level knights.

Then there are the four first-level arcana masters, and finally the apprentices who are apprentices to high-level arcane masters.

"attack!"

The leading arcanist in dark blue robes just pointed a finger, and all the slave creatures seemed to have been injected with blood, their eyes were red, and they rushed towards this weak Namekian city with a fishy wind.

It is indeed weak. From the perspective of these slave creatures who have experienced hundreds of battles and survived countless battles, this Namek city is ridiculously weak.

The various Namekians at the top of the city were crowded with people, spitting out bits of mucus, and the sky quickly turned into a green ocean, attacking the outermost members of the slave army.

Slave creatures are the cannon fodder of the Arcanist, but there is also cannon fodder among the cannon fodder. For example, these slave creatures are squeezed in the outermost periphery. Most of them are not strong, but they can withstand two-thirds of the slime blows.

These poor guys have no backing and no strength, so they can only endure the pain and turn into more brutal charges.

The mucus spewed out by the people of Namek has so far been discovered by the spiritual masters in several ways to restrain it, but all of them cannot be applied on a large scale.

The cost is so high that if all the arcana masters cannot take good care of them, how can they be of any help to these slave creatures.

They can only fight with their lives.

One by one, the weak slave creatures fell, but more powerful slave creatures were added behind.

A small amount of damage is only temporary. Judging from their participation in many battles with the Namekians, as long as they can get close to those Namekians and enter hand-to-hand combat mode, these Namekians will open their weakest bodies to them.

side.

The low-level Namekians who are not very powerful can be a bit intimidating with the mucus they spit out when clustered together, but their individual combat capabilities are not enough.

Those high-level ones are naturally surrounded and suppressed by their own high-level combat power, and the arrangements of the arcane masters are always just right.

Of course, among the cannon fodder of slave creatures in the front row who were corroded by mucus from time to time, there were exceptions, such as an eight-meter-long gray swamp crocodile.

Not afraid of more and more slime attacks, he rushed towards the top of Thorn City at a faster speed.

This water-type monster that rolls in the mud all year round has a thick layer of mud armor on its body that puts countless creatures to shame. In addition, its hard scales also help the swamp crocodile block many attacks that penetrate the mud armor.

Slime attack.

"I didn't expect that there is another way." Lin Xing, who was watching the battle from behind, grinned. The crystal ball in his hand showed the heroic appearance of the swamp crocodile rushing on the front line.

For slave creatures without any protective measures such as armor, having this mud armor can indeed help them withstand a lot of slime attacks.

However, the effectiveness of the mud armor is also quite limited. Just like the swamp crocodile in the crystal ball, while resisting the acid spitting of a large number of Namekians on the city wall, the thick mud armor is also visible to the naked eye.

Speed, is dissolved.

That is a mucus that can melt steel armor and iron plates. The mud armor is made of soil, and its effect is indeed limited.

When the mud armor on the body surface was completely corroded, and countless mucus attacked again, the swamp crocodile in the crystal ball let out a shocking roar of pain, and only saw its shiny hard scales, which were covered in mucus.

Under the impact, it slowly softened, and finally a trace of scarlet blood gushes out from it, but the scales were eventually corroded away.

The follow-up blows are about to come, and this powerful monster will soon suffer the same fate as many slave creatures, turning into a pool of blood, leaving only a jagged skeleton.

The blood tide did not happen as expected, because in the sky, countless bright lights and dozens of powerful magic fell like rain.

Exploding red flames!

Deep ice!

Heavy earth thorn!

Raging hurricane!

The beam that harvests souls!

A scimitar that tears apart flesh!

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This is a common method used by several arcane masters, scroll frenzy.

In the face of this spectacular elemental tide, the slime sprayed by the Namekians at the top of the city of Thorns seemed so thin and unsustainable.

Before most of the slime could get close to the slave creatures in the front row, they were directly vaporized in front of the strong elemental tide, or were frozen into ice cubes.

An isolation zone entirely composed of the elemental ocean was created on the outskirts of Thorn City. This elemental ocean brought barrier and protection to the slave creatures below, but brought death and despair to the Namek people at the head of the city.

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When the swamp crocodile, whose body was corroded with several scars and spots, saw the elemental tide above its head, a flash of fear flashed through its blind one eye, as if the elemental tide currently covering it was some kind of savage beast.

Needless to say, this ocean of elements that brought fear to the people of Namek must have landed on it or its people before.

Roaring to the sky, the swamp crocodile wanted to use his voice to dispel the fear that had once brought it.

Swinging its huge iron tail, the dark red in its one eye became even deeper, the swamp crocodile took heavy steps and rushed towards the head of Thorn City.

"Boom!" In a burst of earth-shattering, the Swamp Crocodile crashed into the southwest wall of Thorn City.

This Namekian city built of wood could not block the desperate collision of the quasi-level monster Swamp Crocodile. A huge circular hole appeared in the center of the city wall.

Behind the cave are countless trembling Namekians in the city.