After handing over the task of harassing the mage's camp to Fan Li, the only assassin in the warband who could be used at the moment, Yang Yuefan turned around and ran in the direction of a group of holy warriors.

His plan was to send an Assassin to harass the mage's camp and then surprise one of the paladin's patrols with a few simple spells he had.

Then lead the angry paladins all the way to the caster's camp, causing the two sides to collide directly, and you're done.

Although the profession of the Hell Poet is a special enhanced version of the Bard profession, Yang Yuefan's level is still low and he has not mastered much spell casting ability.

Fortunately, the mysterious spellcasters who came from nowhere are also wastewood, and they have no advanced spells at all.

It's just that Yang Yuefan didn't count what kind of character his newly recruited assassin was.

Yang Yuefan's actions went smoothly, a team of twenty holy warriors was directly hit on the flanks by him with the fireball technique, and the experienced holy warriors used the holy shield technique in time to block the sudden attack.

The fireball technique was bought by Yang Yuefan from the black market, and it was worth a lot of money, but the uncle from the relevant departments never considered the problem of funds when he started fighting.

In the caster's camp, Fan Li, with his fierce personal ability, found an opportunity to use his hand axe to replace Tianxingdao and opened a spellcaster with a metal arm.

In the sky, the black-robed Victor watched his apprentice bleed in the battle with great interest, without the slightest intention of helping.

He had long been aware of the two sneaky players, one who had stayed with his unskilled apprentices to cause chaos, and the other who had gone to the forest to lure the paladins.

"Which side are you? What is your purpose? Victor turned off the communication equipment in the metal mask, interrupting the apprentices' somewhat flustered call for help.

If it weren't for the fact that the current plan required the cooperation of these idiots, Victor would have been more than happy to raze the camp below.

Maybe you should put in some constructs to make them last a little longer, attract more paladins out, and have a chance to enter the castle directly.

But the apprentice chief Stuart, who had been lost for a while, still had some scruples about the black-robed Victor.

He couldn't be sure if his chief apprentice had been killed, or if the unstable communicator had failed, or if the somewhat cerebral apprentice had taken advantage of the opportunity to defect?

Victor sneered under his mask, who else could teach these apprentices magic in this land that could be called a magical desert?

Moreover, he had no feelings for these apprentices, and he would not care whether they ran away or died.

It's just that, as a spellcaster, he doesn't want to risk himself.

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

The wooden staff in his hand was twisted and twisted, looking like a thin old man, his limbs and body had been forcibly twisted together to form a human stick, leaving only a skull with sparse hair, and dark blue flames from his seven orifices.

In fact, the process of making this staff is exactly what it seems, and the old man who used it as a raw material is the same person who took Stuart from the wizard's tower.

Stewart's biological father is also the only living blood relative.

Under the protection of Tzeentch's chaotic divine power, despite the drastic changes in life form, this staff is indeed a living existence.

He could feel the passage of time and everything that had happened to him, but he could never lose his mind and go crazy.

He, or rather it, could only watch his son use it as a weapon, using it unscrupulously, feeling the pain of the flames, and feeling the tearing feeling of being chaotic in communication with the material world.

The staff's head was swung by Stewart, as if it was about to vomit, and it vomited out fist-sized flying insects one after another.

These flying insects, each with a long stinger, surrounded Stewart in the sound of buzzing wings.

"My children, go say hi to my good teacher and let him know my whereabouts!" Stewart laughed sickly.

If you look closely at these small flying insects with skull heads, you will find that some of these flying insects have been artificially replaced with metal prosthetics.

Some had one of their arthropods cut off by Stewart and replaced with iron nails, while others had half of their wings torn off and replaced with thin pieces of metal.

A few others were carefully removed by Stewart with a red-hot soldering iron and replaced with rough metal eyes.

Despite the crudeness of his methods, Stewart was satisfied, and 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!" Stewart rolled in the air, screaming, "My lord Tzeentch is the wisest being in the world!" ”

The swarm quickly left Stewart's side and scattered, flying in the direction of the black-robed Victor.

Stewart gently nailed the wooden comb supported by the wooden board with an iron nail, combing the thinning hair on the top of the old man's head, and a blurred scar appeared on the top of his head, and healed instantly: "Look, father, you want me to be a great professional, I have done it, even my teacher, now I have to face my existence, right?" ”

Stewart felt the divine aura that erupted not far away, and breathed the smell of freedom intoxicated: "I don't know what my dear teacher is looking for, my lord may be interested in his goal, before that, let's offer a feast to my lord as my greeting gift!" ”

Stuart turned into a ball of blue fire and slammed straight into the ground, a team of five paladins acting as a scout team searching for possible hideouts for nearby witches.

Stewart didn't have the slightest intention of hiding his whereabouts, his presence stirred up the constant stirring of spiritual energy around him, and the paladins around him could feel the pressure from Chaos.

And this team is ready to sacrifice a long time ago.

"We've found traces of the Chaos Demons!" The priest who was protected by the paladins in the middle used his fastest speed to deliver a message to Silver's team: "The power level exceeds ......"

Before the priest could finish his words, he wanted to emphasize that this was not a helper that a witch could summon, but there was no chance.

The dark blue flames burned them directly into black skeletons.