Sword and Magic and Taxi

Ordinary invisibility spells cannot hide offensive actions, which is most likely related to the emotional fluctuations produced during the attack. Maybe it would be better to leave this question to a halfling who is proficient in psychic powers. During the battle, Zhao Mai really didn't have the energy to think about these trivial issues.

He and Butcher circled around on both sides separately, flanking the manticore on the left and right. The monster, inspired by psychic powers, was biting a white-robed sand thief and tearing out her internal organs from her soft belly. To deal with this animal, one must use heavy weapons to forcefully crack open its skull. The bone dagger used by the sand pirate just now can only cut open the outer skin and cause a shallow wound, which has minimal impact on the battle situation.

The sand bandits did not dare to surround them, so they could only use slings to launch stones to fight back. The manticore twisted its body and blocked the stone bullets with its body, howling angrily. But although he was angry, he turned a blind eye to Zhao Mai and Butcher who walked over brazenly. Others, whether sand pirates, mantis men or halflings, can guess the rough idea just by thinking about it.

The mantis knows that the manticore has a great restraint on the sand pirates. When the battle situation is unfavorable, this thug cannot be wasted. He whipped his whip violently, forcing his enemies to retreat. Unexpectedly, the powerful sand bandit holding a big stone hammer did not resist and voluntarily gave up the passage. The mantis man jumped suddenly and rushed towards Zhao Mai's back.

Be careful! A sand pirate shouted stupidly, which gave Zhao Mai a wake-up call. The druid whistled and ordered the war dogs who were hiding in reserve to attack. The savior of the food reserve was eager and rushed out from a corner of the battlefield, hitting the mantis man's thigh with his head. The mantis man remained silent and slashed across with his bone-tooth dagger. There was a big cut in the war dog's leather armor, and some fur was missing from the food reserve.

Stupid lion, attack to the right! the halfling roared, and the order was passed along with his psychic powers. At the same time, Zhao Mai and Butcher have launched an offensive. The long sword slid past like a meteor and struck the manticore's neck with all of Butcher's strength. Zhao Mai needs to be more steady, knowing that when the head is attacked, the Manticore's tail is its biggest counterattack. So he straightened up the Megalodon, stabbed the scorpion's tail from behind, then twisted it horizontally and tore off a section of the tail.

Blood with paralyzing venom spurted out, Zhao Mai hurriedly avoided it, and at this time the mantis man also rushed over. As soon as it was delayed in reserving food, it lost its best chance to save the situation, causing the manticore to be severely damaged, and this anger had to be vented on Zhao Mai!

You little thief, suffer death! The mantis man spoke with unclear words, always with a rustling noise. He used a whip, a stick and a dagger to launch a continuous offensive against Zhao Mai.

The Mantis Man's martial arts always reveal beauty. No matter how large or small the movements are, an elegance is displayed irrepressibly. Beauty often represents efficiency, and the pursuit of efficiency and beauty has long been integrated into the blood of the Mantis race. Zhao Mai only lasted four moves before he became confused, his defense was full of holes, and he didn't even have a chance to aim and pull the trigger. Although the Mantis Man didn't know what the muzzle of a musket was, it could still use multiple weapons to force the blade of the spear out of the threatening range.

The long whip was swung from an unexpected angle and wrapped around Zhao Mai's neck. The whip, as rough as gravel, kept tightening, cutting off blood and oxygen. Zhao Mai wanted to cut off the whip, but had to use the Megalodon to block the dagger piercing his heart. From the corner of his blurry eyes, he saw the stick being drawn towards his temple from the other side. He could only try to pull his shoulder back, hoping that the megalodon would be able to catch up. There was a loud ding sound that made my ears numb.

The sand pirates had long since dispersed to deal with other enemies, while Butcher was still making the final move against the manticore that was struggling crazily. Grandpa, with four of his men, had already forced the mantis man into a corner. When he saw Zhao Mai, who was about to be strangled to death, the corners of his mouth hidden under the scarf raised slightly. Although there are still halflings to deal with, the current battle rhythm is what he wants most.

Suddenly, a spear stabbed from his side and penetrated hard into his ribs. With anger and fear, he saw the confused eyes of his men. How dare you betray me? The grandfather roared angrily, and the stone hammer roared and smashed the man's head.

The wound under his ribs was painful, and the blood dyed his clothes red, like a blooming rose. They all wear armor under their white robes, and Grandpa's is still a hard armor made from the scales of a sand lizard. But no one should know that this armor does not protect the side of the waist. This should be a secret among secrets? !

There is no traitor, there cannot be only one traitor. It takes great courage to betray someone, and one person cannot muster such courage alone. As for the sand bandit who was killed by the mantis man in the chaos? No matter how you look at it, he looks like another traitor, because someone who fights the enemy wholeheartedly will not be killed so quickly.

The stone hammer in her hand became hot, like sand under the scorching sun, like her skin. It seems that memories from the past appear in front of me, and some forgotten fragments also emerge. By the way, he remembered that Latuma's sister was pushed into a pit of quicksand and drowned by him. Although she deserved her punishment for disobeying discipline, has Latuma hidden her vicious thoughts until now and has been secretly planning revenge? Woolen cloth?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it was, and the more I looked at him, the more he looked like he was hiding something. The grandpa took a deep breath, avoided the mantis man's weapon, quietly picked up a stone, and threw it violently. The flying stone bounced on the ground, turned in an arc and hit Latuma's knee. With just one stagger, this guy with hidden evil intentions fell to his knees and rolled right in front of him.

He looked down and saw Latuma reaching into his arms to take out something. You traitor! The great grandfather was furious and hit him hard with a hammer, smashing his upper body to pieces. From the middle of his fingers that had turned into paste, the grandfather found a dagger, a sharp dagger polished with obsidian. This is the evidence! He picked up the dagger and showed it to the others: They are all traitors...

Before he could say the word disciple, his stomach was penetrated by a stone spear. The mantis man has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and he can finally deal with the master with the hammer. The grandpa roared angrily, but actually did not retreat at all. He grabbed the spear shaft with one hand and pulled it deeper, and raised the hammer with the other hand to smash it. Mantis people are very flexible, but their insect-like slender bodies are not strong, and head-on confrontation will not work. And neither the whip nor the bone-tooth dagger could stop the heavy stone hammer. The Mantis man's shoulder was smashed into his chest, and green blood splashed everywhere. He couldn't even make a wailing sound before he was hit in the head by the hammer again, exploding like a watermelon.

The uncle struggled to pull out the stone spear. Such a serious injury could no longer be healed on its own, and even the doctor would be helpless. Unless a priest or high-level templar can jump out of the cracks in the mountain, this life is sealed. He opened his robe to see how much time he had left, but surprisingly found that he only had a wound on his stomach, and his side was completely unscathed. How is this going? He was confused.

On one side of the battlefield, the halfling's glowing eyes dimmed. He withdrew the psychic tentacles in the brain of the sand bandit leader and began to choose the next target to control. These sand pirates lack mental protection in their minds, so it is not troublesome to do it, but it requires a lot of energy after all. Soon, he set his sights on the big man, who could actually tear off the manticore's head with both hands. What a natural power!

As for the man who was about to be strangled, the weapon in his hand was quite valuable, enough to make up for the loss, and then make a lot of money!