The Game of Demon Hunter

After handing over the task of harassing the mage camp to Fan Li, the only assassin currently available in the battle group, Yang Yuefan turned around and ran towards a group of paladins.

His plan was to send an assassin to harass the mages' camp, and then surprise a patrol of paladins with a few simple spells he knew.

Then he led the angry paladins all the way straight into the caster's camp, causing the frightened and angry two parties to collide directly, and you're done.

Although the profession of the hell poet is a special enhanced version of the professional bard, Yang Yuefan's level is still low, and he has not mastered much spellcasting ability.

Fortunately, that group of mysterious spellcasters who came from nowhere were useless, and they didn't master any advanced spells at all.

It's just that Yang Yuefan didn't count what kind of assassin he had recruited.

Yang Yuefan's actions went smoothly. A squad of 20 paladins was directly hit on the flank by his fireball technique. The experienced paladins used the holy shield technique in time to block the sudden attack.

Yang Yuefan bought the fireball technique from the black market, and it was very valuable, but the uncle from the relevant department never considered financial issues when fighting.

In the caster's camp, Fan Li, relying on his fierce personal ability, found an opportunity and used his hand ax to do justice for the sky, and opened a spellcaster with a metal arm.

The black-robed Victor in the sky watched with great interest his apprentice bleeding continuously in the battle, without any intention of offering a helping hand.

He had already noticed these two sneaky players, one stayed with his ineffective apprentices to cause chaos, and the other went to the forest to lure the paladin.

"Which side are you from? What is your purpose?" Victor turned off the communication equipment in the metal mask, interrupting the flustered messages from the apprentices.

If it wasn't for the current plan that required the cooperation of these idiots, Victor would be more than happy to raze the camp below to the ground.

Maybe I should put in some constructs, let them last longer, and attract more paladins to come out, and I will have the opportunity to enter the castle directly.

But the chief apprentice Stewart, who had been out of contact for a long time, made the black-robed Victor still have some scruples.

For the time being, he couldn't be sure whether his chief apprentice was killed, or the unstable communicator failed, or, that apprentice who had some brains took advantage of this opportunity to defect?

Victor showed a sneer under the mask. In this land that can be called a magic desert, who else can teach these apprentices magic?

Moreover, he has no feelings for these apprentices, whether they run away or die, he doesn't care.

It's just that, as a spellcaster, he didn't want to take any risks for himself.

The dark blue wings were a little blackened in the sun, making Stuart look like a giant crow.

The wooden staff in his hand was distorted and looked like a thin old man. His limbs and body were forcibly twisted together to form a human stick, leaving only a head with sparse hair , seven orifices braving dark blue flames.

In fact, the production process of this staff was indeed similar to what it looked like, and the old man who was used as the raw material was the one who sent Stuart to the wizard tower.

Stewart's biological father and only living relative.

Under the protection of Tzeentch's chaotic divine power, although the life form has undergone tremendous changes, this staff is indeed a living existence.

He can feel the passage of time and all the changes that have happened to him, but he can never lose his mind and become crazy.

He, or it, can only watch his son use it as a weapon, use it recklessly, feel the pain of burning flames, and feel the tearing feeling when he is in chaos and communicates with the material world.

Under Stewart's waving, the head of the staff seemed to be about to vomit, vomiting out one fist-sized flying insect after another.

These flying insects, each with long venomous stingers, surrounded Stuart with the sound of buzzing and flapping wings.

"My children, go say hello to my good teacher and let him know my whereabouts!" Stuart laughed morbidly.

If you carefully observe these small flying insects with skull heads, you will find that part of each of these flying insects has been artificially replaced with metal prostheses.

Some had an arthropod removed by Stuart and replaced it with iron nails, and some had half a wing torn off and replaced it with a thin metal piece.

There were a few more, Stuart carefully used a red-hot soldering iron to burn off the eyes, and replaced them with rough metal eyes.

Although the technique was extremely rough, Stuart was satisfied. He repeated all the cruel experiments his teacher had done on him!

"Go, let him know that now I have the ability to stand in front of him and laugh at his ignorance, his stupidity!" Stuart rolled in the air, screaming: "My lord Tseng is the most powerful man in the world!" The most intelligent existence!"

The swarm quickly left Stuart's side, scattered in all directions, and flew in the direction of the black-robed Victor.

Stewart gently nailed the wooden comb supported by the wooden board with iron nails, and combed the sparse hair on the top of the old man's head. Bloody scars appeared on the top of the head, and healed instantly: "Look, father, you want me to be a great man. As a professional, I have already done it, even my teacher has to face up to my existence now, right?"

Stuart felt the sacred breath erupting not far away, and breathed the smell of freedom intoxicatedly: "I don't know what my dear teacher is looking for. My Lord may be interested in his goal. Before that, I'd better give My lord offers a feast as my meeting gift!"

Stewart turned into a ball of blue flames and smashed straight to the ground. A five-member paladin team was working as a scouting team to search for possible hiding places of nearby witches.

Stuart didn't have the slightest intention of covering up his whereabouts. His own existence aroused the continuous agitation of the surrounding spiritual energy, and the surrounding paladins could feel the pressure from chaos.

And this team is already ready to sacrifice.

"We found traces of the Chaos demon in the air!" The priest who was protected by the paladins used his fastest speaking speed to deliver a message to Seaworth's brigade: "The energy level has exceeded... .”

The pastor didn't have time to finish his words. He wanted to emphasize that this was definitely not a helper that a witch could summon, but there was no chance.

The dark blue flames directly burned them into black skeletons.