The Wizard’s Way Home

In the early morning of the next day, just after eight o'clock, more than two hundred well-dressed soldiers stood in the open space outside the city of Nit. These soldiers stood on the two sides of the open space with clear distinctions.

A group of people and horses are very neat, all tauren, each holding a long axe in their hands, wearing leather armor, looking majestic. The composition of the other group of centaur is much more complicated, dark elves, naga, harpy, half orcs and even a cyclops. Weapons are also complex and diverse. Everyone holds a weapon that suits them, but from the action of their eyes, it can be seen that these people are all masters who can be alone.

If people who don’t know see this scene, they think that the two major organizations occupying Nit City are finally unbearable and ready to fight a battle here to determine the ownership of Nit City.

Perhaps it was because the leaders of the two major organizations had already told these subordinates what had happened. Therefore, although the two groups of people glared at each other, they did not fight against it. Instead, they restrained and just stared at each other.

However, because the two organizations had already sent people to clear the nearby area, the grand scene of the two organizations looking at each other was not seen by outsiders.

"I said the tauren on the opposite side, what did you do with such big eyes, is because the old lady is too good in figure? Believe it or not, you will cut off your third leg when you look at the old lady." A group of responses responded to her. The scream of harmony.

Several bull heads gasped for breath, but no one left the team without permission from the majesty of the leader.

Tauren leader Dess suppressed his men and horses, and then looked at Monica in the opposing team without expression on his face. "Monica, you should know the importance of this action. If you want to use these little tricks to make my subordinates make a fool of yourself in front of adults, it is a wishful thinking. I advise you to put away your tricks, otherwise , All of us don’t look good on our faces."

After the tauren Deiss finished speaking, he stared straight at Monica.

"Cut, it's boring, even if you are right." Monica didn't naively think that using a little trick can get the other party out of the game, otherwise, the other party would have been driven out of Nit City a few years ago. .

The provocation just now is just an instinctive habit of confrontation for many years. Therefore, under the restraint of the two leaders, the two parties began to regenerate their energy and prepare to cope with the next action.

As soon as nine o'clock in the morning arrived, there was a sound of neat footsteps outside the woods, and the two men and horses quickly got up and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a group of people walking outside the woods. Headed by more than two dozen stone-man warriors, all the stone-man warriors hold a huge steel shield in their hands, shielding themselves, and are ready to respond to attacks from the enemy at any time.

Walking behind the stoneman warrior is the wizard group of Bracada that has shocked the entire continent. Each of these people wears this white uniform, with a silver cross badge pinned on the left chest of the uniform. This is the silver cross of one of the three mages of Bracada. Each of them is holding a short staff in their hands. The magic gems on the short staff are shining with various lights. Obviously these people are taking turns to cast detection spells. No army can sneak into the wizard group. This is the motto of the Silver Cross Wizards.

Around this troop, there are many blue-skinned monsters floating in the air, they are constantly wandering around the team, at any time to clear out the wanderers lurking around the potential enemies.

When Dyce and Monica saw the arrival of Bracada's army, they hurried over. At this time, the Mage Cedros came out, wearing a purple robe, and he nodded to Dess and Monica, "Lead the way ahead, it's up to you this way."

"My lord, please." Dess and Monica were extremely respectful, and after a salute, they led the team along the road to the predetermined direction.

Because this area belongs to the border zone of the Tauren tribes of the Golden Council, all the organizations in this area were either incorporated or destroyed by the two organizations. In addition, last night, the two organizations sent teams overnight. The road has been cleaned up again, so this road can be said to be extremely peaceful.

The pedestrian walked very smoothly, without even touching a beast along the way. This naturally made Mage Sadros very satisfied, and he praised a few words in person, making Dess and Monica more motivated and began to work harder.

Bracada’s army is not moving fast, but it is full of resilience. Except for lunch breaks and meals, most of the time they are moving at the normal marching speed. Unless they encounter special circumstances, they will generally not stop. rest. Of course, this is also related to the fact that the wizard group has been casting various buffing spells. If the general army marches in this way, it may reduce its combat effectiveness due to fatigue after reaching the destination, and it will not be able to respond quickly and correctly to various emergencies.

But Bracada’s wizards did it. To a certain extent, magic really changed the basic mode of war in this world.

At night, the mages of Bracada’s mages took out portable single tents from their storage pockets one by one, and began to construct a circular camp as usual, and took out one of them from their pockets. Fans of portable steel fences built a simple line of defense on the periphery of the camp, and placed the guard spells on the periphery of the camp. The entire camp was constructed like iron and copper.

A tauren sitting by the fire looked enviously watching the group of mages sitting by the campfire took out a variety of pastries from the storage bag and placed them on the table~www.wuxiaspot.com~ One by one began to eat dinner like aristocrats. Several mages even brought out a few pots of steaming black tea. If it weren't for the prohibition of drinking during the march, they would even be able to pull out a few bottles of fine wine.

"When will we be able to be like them too." The tauren glanced at the delicate pastries on the other party's table, wiped a handful of saliva, and then took a bite of some hard jerky.

"Well, don’t complain. There are still many people who can’t eat. The day before yesterday, I heard a clan member who came back from a field saying that there was a famine there and there was no grain within a few hundred miles. We can live by eating the corpses of starving tribesmen. Thinking about their lives, we are already pretty good." A tauren who ate dried meat said vaguely.

As for the camp of the Golden Council not far away, it was a lot quieter. Everyone silently finished their dinner, and then began to take turns to rest, ready to deal with danger at any time.

The night was like autumn water. Under the same moonlight, people of different lives were shining. No one noticed that there was a pair of eyes staring at them not far from the camp.