Spellcasting Heavens

Despicable inferior creatures! Tell me, what were you discussing just now? Capturing and enslaving the noble Darent people?

The warrior, wrapped in magical armor that shimmered with dazzling light blue light, was taunting in the language of this world while slowly approaching.

Without asking, he knew that the other party's actions and attitude just now had completely annoyed him, and his eyes were filled with the flames of anger.

I...I think this is a misunderstanding! Please give us some time to explain. The leading man quickly retreated while trying to use words to resolve the crisis.

But unfortunately, the Darent warrior didn't want to hear any explanation at all. He rushed forward at lightning speed, brandished the sharp weapon embedded on the outside of the arm guard, and stabbed him through in an instant.

puff!

Thick blood spurted out from the wound, staining the ground beneath his feet red in just a few seconds.

Although the man struggled desperately to free himself from the sharp instrument that pierced his abdomen, the more he struggled, the greater the amount of bleeding.

After a while, the resistance became weaker and weaker, until the pupils slowly dilated and lost their last look.

There was no doubt that the middle man was dead, from blood loss and the agony of torn internal organs.

In order to make the target enjoy more torture before death, the ruthless Darent warriors deliberately did not hit the fatal location such as the heart.

After finishing all this, he suddenly threw the body over his head and waved his right arm at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

In less than a second or two, when the man's body fell to the ground, it was almost the same as the hideous and terrifying female corpse just now.

No! No! No! Don't come over! Don't come over!!!!

Get away! Devil! Stay away from us!

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

The remaining survivors were obviously frightened and lost their minds. Some began to scream like crazy, some turned around and ran towards the cave, regardless of whether it was a dead end, while others drew their weapons and rushed forward. , trying to use death to free himself, so that he no longer has to bear the fear from the depths of his soul.

As philosophers often say,

What is scary is not the thing that scares you, but the fear itself.

To a certain extent, fear is a psychological suggestion that a person exerts on himself. It is often triggered by certain specific things, and then finally gets the result after a series of associations and imaginations.

Obviously, what these survivors are afraid of is not the Darent warrior, nor his hopelessly powerful magic armor, but the legends circulating among the people about the bloodthirsty, cruel, callous, and ruthless invaders.

As for the next part, it was naturally a one-sided massacre.

As the weaker party who lost their coolness and will to resist, the few survivors ultimately failed to escape the hunting of Darent warriors. Without exception, they were blocked deep in the cave and executed one by one. The miserable and desperate screams continued for a long time. It took seven or eight minutes to become quiet again.

Looking at the mutilated corpses on the ground, as well as the intestines and other internal organs scattered everywhere, the Darent warrior gently wiped the remaining blood on his armor, then opened his visor and took a deep breath filled with the smell of blood. The air sneered and murmured to himself: Ah! Great! This is the wonderful taste of revenge. The shame of the destruction of the last expeditionary force will be washed away by us. No one can despise and insult the Darent people, The lowly indigenous people of this world must pay the price for their actions.”

That's right! They must pay the price with blood! Well done, my friend, I didn't expect that you had already dealt with all this garbage in less than a moment of separation.

Along with a deep voice, another Darent warrior also wearing magic armor also walked out of the darkness.

It can be seen that he also experienced a battle not long ago, and there are still a few spattered blood spots on the surface of the armor.

Hmph! These guys are just a group of cannon fodder who work hard for the bounty. There is no honor in killing them. What really matters to me is how those thirteen betrayers destroyed the magic barrier at all times. Protect, tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Don’t forget, in terms of combat effectiveness, they are almost the same as you and me.

After saying that, the Darent man who lifted his visor bent down and began to rummage through the corpse for valuable things.

Of course, this valuable does not refer to loot, but to the valuable information that the other party may carry.

Later, the Darent people stood still and responded meaningfully: Isn't that why the Supreme Commander did not issue an order rashly, allowing us to launch a full-scale attack on a world that seemed to have no resistance? The reason for the attack? He is waiting, waiting for those guys hiding behind the scenes to jump out on their own. I have to say that he is more like a pure Darent man than you and me, with qualities including calmness, reason, cunning, intelligence, and cruelty. Waiting for a series of excellent qualities.”

I never deny this! Especially this action of awakening fear that he personally initiated, announcing to the world through naked revenge that we are back, not only can it make the people at the bottom who were about to lose their awe recall again The fear of being dominated can also force those who are hiding in the dark to continue hiding. In addition, I seem to have discovered something very interesting.

The Darent man who was squatting on the ground looking for corpses suddenly stood up and waved a note soaked in blood.

What does it say?

Hmm... It seems to be a reward request. I'm not too familiar with the writing of this world, so I can only understand a small part. The general meaning is that a slave merchant named Claes wants to purchase a batch of Dafa at a high price. Lunt slaves, in order to perform an unprecedented bloody gladiatorial battle on the birthday of a certain powerful person.

Oh? Where is the location?

Pasa! It's a city about half a month away from here. How about it, are you interested in going together and giving them a big surprise?

Just the two of us?

No, of course not! We need to contact some companions who are performing tasks around us. About ten warriors and two spellcasters are enough.

I understand, you want to use a killing feast to awaken the fear of the expeditionary force among the native people in this area.

Haha, you guessed it. Think about it, just hunting these low-level cannon fodder, how can it be more effective in awakening fear than massacring a city? If it weren't for the fact that the Supreme Commander temporarily does not allow the use of those enhanced Curse of contagion, I would be more than happy to send them all to die.

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Miaoshuwu