Chapter 0801 Camp Chaos
This is a small camping site near the trade route.
In the large space of nearly 200 to 300 meters, trees, shrubs, thorns and other debris have been cleaned up. There is also a stream not far away, which is the best place for caravans and travelers to stay in the wild.
As soon as it got dark, the place was crowded with people.
The large caravans would occupy a corner of the camping site, using large loaded carriages and trucks to circle a small area as their habitat. Ordinary merchants or pedestrians would gather in twos and threes, light a bonfire, and prepare dinner tonight.
The overflowing fragrance of the vegetable soup and the gurgling sound of the dried meat rolling in the soup pot were enough to make every hungry traveler's throat move slightly and lick their lips constantly.
Some female relatives who came with the team would make an appointment to walk to the stream not far away, wanting to take a simple wash and solve some problems that bothered them before dinner. After being confined in the carriage for a whole day, they had a rare chance to relax. Their silver bell-like laughter came from the sparse woods, attracting some men to cross their legs and look around.
The whole camp was filled with a relaxed atmosphere!
Dadada...
A crisp sound of horse hooves came along the trade road.
In the darkness, a man in black in a cloth robe slowly rode into the noisy temporary camp.
Perhaps frightened by the other party's cold breath, the sound of the camp gradually became silent.
All the men couldn't help but put down their work, straightened up, and silently looked at this latecomer.
This is a demonized white horse from the Sarovia area. Not only is it majestic, but its temperament and ferocity are no less than those of low-level monsters. Therefore, it is impossible for a powerful knight to control this kind of demon horse.
And the one riding on the demon horse was dressed in a black cloth robe, without an inch of skin exposed. The hood completely covered his face in a deep shadow, giving people a gloomy and cold feeling from a distance.
On the chest of the black-robed demon horse, everyone saw a strange badge of a burning iron fist.
"Is it from the Crimson Family..."
"Is it the wizard or the apprentice?"
"I don't know..."
Those who could appear in the camp were all well-traveled and knowledgeable guys, and they immediately recognized the identity of the newcomer. The confused and vigilant eyes just now were instantly covered by a layer of deep fear.
All those who were stared at hurriedly bowed and saluted, with flattering smiles on their faces.
"Who is from the Du Luo caravan?" The black-robed man perched high on the demon horse shouted in a deep voice.
Hearing the black-robed man's name, hundreds of people in the camp instantly focused their attention on the team in the corner of the camp. Seven or eight light carriages, thirteen or fourteen people dressed in adventurer and mercenary costumes, one of the male leaders was also in a cloth robe, with short golden hair, and looked very young.
Seeing that the other party's eyes had already been cast along the crowd's line of sight, the blond man took off the robe that was in the way, revealing the gray apprentice robe underneath.
"Since these scums of the Crimson Family have already chased us, partners, let's fight him..."
With the blond man's roar, half of the thirteen teammates actually took off their robes, revealing the different styles of armor and protective gear inside.
"It's a wizard apprentice..."
"From the Kamala family..."
There are also guys in the camp who are familiar with the local situation, and they immediately recognized the identity of this group of people.
Damn, it is said that the Kamala family and the Crimson family are at war, what if they fight here...
The camp that was quiet and peaceful just now suddenly became panicked, regardless of men, women, old and young, all fled to the distance. And in this chaotic camp, the black robe who jumped off the magic horse and a dozen Kamala family apprentices fought together.
The black robe is not a wizard, but just a quasi-witch.
The Kamala family, who were hostile to him, was a small team consisting of 4 senior apprentices, 3 intermediate apprentices and 7 family warriors.
As soon as the two sides came together, 7 apprentice-level witchcrafts from the Kamala family came head-on.
Unfortunately, they were all blocked by a wind wall that rose from the ground.
Bang, bang, bang...
The witchcrafts that exploded in succession shook the wind wall, causing it to die with the first wave of attacks in a tremor and agitation.
"It's a wind-type quasi-witch... Cole, you go up... Avril, you and Anna and Tony are responsible for long-range attacks on the periphery... Lego, Gray Ear, you and me..."
Under the command of the blond man, the 7 Kamala family apprentices quickly surrounded the crimson apprentice and launched a swift attack on him from all sides. As for the family warriors who protected them, they shouted and raised their weapons and protective gear, and bravely rushed towards the only enemy.
In an instant, red fireballs the size of human heads, blinding thunderbolts, freezing ice blades, green sticky acid arrows, and ground spears rising from the ground... numerous witchcrafts engulfed the entire battlefield like brilliant and beautiful fireworks, involving all apprentices and warriors.
Although the physique of wizard apprentices is not necessarily much better than that of family warriors, the witchcraft protection lingering outside their bodies really protects their fragile bodies. In the fast-fighting witchcraft attacks, the seven family warriors undoubtedly became the first victims of this apprentice war.
Whether it's your own witchcraft that explodes on the crimson quasi-witch's protective shield, or the rotating wind blade that the opponent randomly activates, it is fatal to this group of warriors without any witchcraft protection.
Amidst the roars of witchcraft, several family warriors fell one after another.
The body wearing leather armor or chain armor is covered with large and small elemental traces and burst blood holes. Not to mention those ice knives and snow swords, even ordinary ice and freezing air blowing over it can directly freeze a powerful warrior to death.
Compared to the power of elemental witchcraft, the swords and shields in the hands of family warriors are almost harmless!
Perhaps the only reason for their existence on the battlefield is to attract the opponent's attention and firepower, and to serve as human shields when necessary.
The battle only lasted for a quarter of an hour and ended quickly!
The winner is of course the more powerful Crimson Quasi-Witch.
When the opposing team has no opponent who can compete with him, one-sided massacre is the most common scene!
One by one, the wizard apprentices were cut to pieces by the terrifying wind and tornadoes, and lay dying in a pool of blood. Even the body-training apprentice was cut off at the waist by a transparent wind blade, and the organs and debris in his belly and chest were scattered all over the floor.
The only remaining blond man among the seven wizard apprentices was kneeling in the bloody battlefield, breathing heavily and hard. His body, hands, and face were covered with fine and dense scratches. If he moved slightly, deep black blood like earthworms would flow from the wounds.
He gasped loudly, ignoring the fine blood on his face, and stared fiercely at the crimson quasi-witch who was still healing himself quickly on the sidelines.
They had just experienced a bloody battle, and the opponent was unable to escape despite the desperate counterattack of seven fierce apprentices.
The black robe outside the opponent's body was burned to pieces by the flames. A bloody hole the size of a fist was blasted out on the left side of the waist, and an acid arrow was pierced through the right shoulder. Other parts of the body could also be seen at every turn. Elemental traces left by freezing air and lightning.
This crimson quasi-witch is also a young man with a sinister face. At this moment, he is taking out a bubbling purple potion vial, pushing open the cork stopper with his fingers, hesitating for a moment, and then gritting his teeth and pouring it. At the wound where he was pierced by the acid arrow.
There was a soft sound, and white smoke billowed from the wound. The young quasi-shaman looked up to the sky and let out a short scream, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead with bulging veins.
After using the purifying potion to clean up the remaining sour liquid in the wound, the stinging feeling of gnawing at the bones and flesh slowly subsided. He took out some hemostatic ointment and healing potions and quickly cleaned the remaining wounds on his body. The young quasi-witch finally felt relieved.
Even though he was scarred and crumbling at this moment, the ferocity and power deep in his bones still deeply shocked the people hiding in the distance. Although he was not a wizard yet, his powerful power of brutally killing his enemies and controlling their life and death in his own hands made him a conqueror above everyone else.
Looking down at everyone, there is a strong sense of satisfaction and pride like a lion king perched on the top of the cliff, slowly scanning his territory and subjects!
If the businessmen, guards and laborers in the camp in front of him were all pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, then at this moment, he was a majestic wolf, dominating the crowd! Moreover, he was a lone wolf covered in blood and even more ferocious and vicious!
No matter how seriously injured he is, as long as he is still standing, no pig, horse, cow or sheep will dare to get even half a step closer to him!
After quickly treating his injuries, and waiting until they were no longer in the way, the young crimson quasi-witch strode to the tragically dead enemy's body and began to carefully search for that special item. stand up.
Unfortunately, after a complete search, even the flesh and blood dregs cut into pieces by the wind and vortex tornado were not spared, but the mission target of this trip was still not found.
The young quasi-witch's face immediately darkened, and he quickly targeted the still-surviving senior apprentice.
"Tell me, where is the storage ring you secretly brought out? If you hand it over, I can let you live, otherwise..."
The young quasi-witch took two steps forward, waved his hand, and a green wind blade quickly gathered in his palm.
"Bah..." The blond man knew he would die, but he was unusually harsh: "You lackeys of the Crimson family, even if you kill me, I won't tell you anything..."
Before he finished speaking, a ray of green light passed by the side of the blond man. His right arm, which was struggling to support the ground, was broken at the elbow. The raging blood fountain instantly wet the ground beneath him.
ah……
The blond man's shrill screams sounded particularly shrill and tragic in the dark night!
