Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 202 Massacre of the Military Camp and Powerful Skills and Expertise

There are indeed 150 troops outside the city of Feiport. From a distance, the simple wooden military camp surrounded by more than 20 tents has a sentry tower, a training ground, and no wooden walls.

It was dinner time at this time. With Wayne's eyesight, he could clearly see that the smoke from the soldiers making fire for cooking was rising in the center of the military camp. Apparently, they were replenishing their energy in advance for the night's operations. .

But these guys didn't know that before they picked up the butcher's knife and harmed innocent civilians, a sharper butcher's knife was about to fall on their heads.

After bidding farewell to Francesca, Wayne quietly approached the military camp alone. After a brief discussion, he left the matter of rescuing the refugees to the sorceress. It happened to be that he could also take a look at how the system's points rules were determined. He tonight The mission is to completely defeat this army.

After finding a suitable location, Wayne did not launch an attack immediately. He took out five bottles of potions from the space bracelet, namely Swallow, Tawny Owl, Wolf, Thunder and Mali, as if he was going to fulfill a demon hunter's commission. The slope forest is full of strengthening potions that can enhance combat effectiveness.

The last time he attacked the mob in the small town, due to time constraints and the enemy's weak strength, he forgot to take drugs, which resulted in the killing not being smooth enough.

This time, to single out a military camp, he needed to maintain his full state in order to be absolutely sure.

However, after drinking five bottles of potion in a row, Wayne suddenly discovered that his mutation level had reached the critical point of full proficiency of level nine. He only needed the last bit of proficiency to break through level nine and enter level ten. New skills and expertise are enabled.

However, with his current poison resistance, taking five bottles of magic potion in a row is almost his limit. Taking another bottle of potion will not only fail to enhance his combat effectiveness, but may actually hinder him.

However, how can anyone endure this situation where the jackpot is about to be drawn and the fortune is about to be postponed?

Same with Wayne.

He gritted his teeth, and chose a bottle of the least toxic potion from the demon hunter's potion, which can slowly increase the recovery speed of magic power. This is also a potion that stimulates the abnormal organs in the body and increases the magic power of chaos. The owl will be weakened a lot, but at the same time, it will be relatively less poisonous.

After drinking the Lapwing potion in one gulp, the abnormal organs in Wayne's body actually protested, making his whole body feel sore as if he had been electrocuted. Fortunately, the potion was not very toxic, although Wayne's body felt a slight discomfort, but it did not have much impact.

And his efforts were not in vain. After drinking the potion, the mutation level finally broke through level nine and entered level ten.

Mutation LV10: Mana recovery speed +100%, poison resistance +10.

Mutation enhancement: Stimulated by the chaotic magic power and potion, your body has adapted to the law of mutation, and you can better strengthen your body during the mutation process. You have found a shortcut to evolution.Effect: Each time you upgrade, two additional random attribute points will be added, increasing the physical recovery speed by +200%.

Distortion Strengthening: Under the stimulation of chaos magic and potions, your body has adapted to the law of mutation, and found a special route in the mutation process, which allows your body to obtain unparalleled strengthening in a short period of time. , and the price is temporary damage to the body.Effect: After entering the deformed state, all attributes are enhanced by 300%, and the physical recovery speed is increased by 3000%. It will be weak for half a month after use. For every 10 minutes the deformation lasts, the weakening time will be increased by one day. During the period of weakness, the attributes will be reduced.

The tenth-level skill expertise did not disappoint Wayne. Both skills, Mutation Strengthening and Distortion Strengthening, are very powerful.

The former can increase two attributes every time you upgrade, which is almost equivalent to half the income after upgrading, and also increases the body's recovery speed a lot.

The latter is even more powerful to the point of exaggeration. After entering the deformed state, all attributes tripled, and the body's recovery speed increased by thirty times. Based on his current physical attributes that are five to six times higher than those of ordinary people, once When he enters the deformed state, he is simply an invincible little superman. He may even be able to regenerate his severed limbs or recover from his heart being exploded. It is as if he has directly transformed into a monster.

The only pity is that this is a price enhancement, and the price is not small. The half-month period of weakness is quite long. If it breaks out for an hour, it will be weak for about 20 days. It cannot be used as a regular method at all. It can be a life-saving trump card.

Faced with the choice of these two skills and expertise, Wayne chose distortion enhancement without any hesitation.

Although the former can increase his potential and make his basic attributes stronger, the latter is a powerful ability that can save his life or even turn the tables in a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak. How can he give up?

After selecting his skills and specialties, Wayne smacked his mouth with some hesitation, and suddenly felt that the 150 soldiers not far away were no longer interesting.

He looked at his attribute points. Strength was 42, agility was 36, constitution was 34, and spirit was 36. The total added up to 140 eight points, not much, but not a lot.

Although he also wanted to test the power of his distortion ability, he felt that it was too wasteful to use it against these soldiers.

Wayne sighed with regret. After the potion was completely digested, he stood up, activated the magic power in his body, and directly activated the six-ring spell on the space bracelet. Thunder clouds and lightning were separated by hundreds of meters. They landed on top of the military camp where they were eating.

At this time, the person in charge of the military camp was a noble knight named Witte. He was sitting by the fire, warming himself and drinking wine, enjoying the barbecue prepared by his attendants, and thinking about waiting to carry out the execution. How to tease those stupid inhuman race bastards when giving orders for slaughter.

For example, how to play with his wife in front of a husband, how to abuse his daughter in front of a father, and how to kill his relatives in front of a child.

Just as he was imagining the happy scene in the near future and taking a sip of red wine with a lewd expression, the waiter who was grilling meat suddenly pointed to the sky in horror and shouted:

"Sir, Lord Wit, look at the tops of our heads, what is that?"

His beautiful fantasy was interrupted by the attendant's noisy voice. Witt kicked him a little irritably, and then slowly opened his eyes.

I saw that at dusk, the originally dim sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and a large number of dazzling thunder and lightning were rolling continuously in the dark clouds.

When Witt's eyes widened and he was thinking about why this happened.

Countless bolts of lightning thicker than arms struck straight down from the dark clouds in the sky.

These lightning bolts contain extremely powerful energy. If they strike the soldiers, they will be hacked to pieces, including their armor. If they strike the tent, it will quickly ignite the entire tent as if a layer of fuel has been broken. , even if it hits the wooden wall, it will directly split the thick logs and explode.But the most terrifying thing was that it had just rained a little outside Feterpo in the morning, and now the entire ground was still wet, leaving many puddles of various sizes, even in the military camp.

When the lightning that did not hit the soldiers and tents hit the ground, it was like water droplets being splashed on the ground. The lightning surged, and the dazzling thunder and lightning immediately extended along the wet ground to the nearby soldiers. , they are like human-shaped lightning rods, attracting those stray lightnings to their bodies.

In an instant, the entire military camp was filled with the screams of people being electrocuted, the roar of tents burning, and the clicks of buildings collapsing.

The sixth-level spell, Thundercloud Storm, took only 2 minutes from brewing to completion. When the commander of the military camp, Knight Witte, got up from the ground.

He found that everything in front of him had been turned upside down. His ears were full of frightened shouts and painful wails, and what he saw were burning flames and charred corpses all over the ground.

In the entire camp, almost one-third of the 150 soldiers died in the lightning storm just now. The iron armor worn on the body to defend against enemy attacks became the best bait to attract lightning.

Just when he was cheering up, boosting morale, roaring and gathering the remaining soldiers, he was about to escape from the gate of the military camp.

Suddenly, he saw from a distance, on the hillside a hundred meters away, a silver-haired man over two meters tall, as strong as a bear, wearing a hard and thick black knight's armor, carrying a huge red two-handed heavy sword. , rushed towards their military camp at an unstoppable speed.

Even though the man was wearing a metal armor that looked very heavy at first glance, the speed of less than ten seconds from [-] meters allowed the Witt knight to slam into the silver-haired man head-on before he could shout an enemy attack. attack.

It was like a galloping train crashing into a human shield made of flesh and blood. The three soldiers standing at the front were directly hit by Wayne's powerful force and flew backwards. The armor on their chests were all dented and broken, and they were stabbed. Entering their chests, the sound of broken bones and their wails instantly sounded. Their bodies hit the crowd behind them like cannonballs, overwhelming more soldiers.

After being stopped from charging, Wayne ignored his sore shoulder and used the momentum of the Victory Sword in his hand to slash downwards. The sharp blade directly hit the Knight of Wit behind the three soldiers. The man and his armor were forcibly split into two halves.

The battlefield seemed to have stopped for a moment.

The sword energy was mixed with plasma and minced meat, and was swayed directly towards the soldiers behind the corpse, dyeing their faces, bodies and companions all blood red.

This cruel scene frightened all the surrounding soldiers out of their wits. They fell to the ground, smearing the flesh and blood on their faces indiscriminately, and rolled away from the corpses on the ground.

After a successful blow, Wayne did not stop. What is important on the battlefield is to do it in one go and follow the trend. If the momentum is interrupted and the enemy cannot be defeated at one time, he will fall into a war of attrition.

With cold and fierce eyes, he stared at the soldiers who had been frightened by the thunderstorm. He took back the sword of victory and held the hilt of the sword with both hands, holding it horizontally on his waist. A large amount of chaotic magic power poured in along the hilt. The sword body, originally a blood-red sword, seemed to have received some order, and it immediately emitted a dazzling magic light under the stimulation of magic power.

Some of the soldiers at the gate of the barracks were frightened, some were in shock, and some were inspired by the courage in their hearts, trying to call their companions to attack Wayne together.

However, Wayne's speed was too fast. In less than five seconds, after he killed the commander of the military camp, Knight Witte, he immediately took back the sword and activated the hidden ability of the Sword of Victory.

"Go to hell! Bastards!"

Following Wayne's deafening roar, the Sword of Victory, which was originally about 1.3 meters in length, was immediately blessed by magical light and turned into a huge lightsaber about ten meters in length.

A bright light suddenly appeared like cutting through the dark night. As Wayne's hands moved, the huge sword light quickly slashed across anything in front of the sword light, whether it was a military camp gate made of wood or a stone standing on the ground. Regardless of whether they were soldiers wearing iron armor, they were all split into two and cut in half in this dazzling sword light.

With Wayne as the center, all the enemies within a semicircle of more than ten meters in front of him were killed instantly and cut off at the waist. At least twenty or thirty soldiers died under this dazzling sword light.

And when the light of the Sword of Victory was extinguished, Wayne, who had killed dozens of people in an instant, showed no mercy at all. He waved his right hand lightly and immediately turned one into seven, activating the mirror spell, seven. A powerful mirror clone, also holding a giant sword, appeared around his body.

Wayne's eyes were cold, looking at the soldiers who had been frightened to pieces by his continuous killings, and said to his clone:
"I'll guard the door. You go in and fight. Just leave one or two alive. Kill everyone else."

After saying that, the red giant sword in his hand turned into a red light, and instantly beheaded another soldier who wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

And those mirror clones who received Wayne's orders were all magical creations without any mercy. With his order, they all turned into the most ruthless and terrifying killing machines, unfolding in this military camp. A cold-blooded killing.

Blood, flames, mutilated limbs, charred corpses, accompanied by cries for mercy and pain, in less than 10 minutes, there were only two survivors left in this small military camp.

The mirror clones carried them in front of Wayne like chickens, and threw them into a quagmire of corpses and blood.

Looking at these two young soldiers, whose eyes were full of fear and almost fainted from fear, Wayne's expression was cold and his voice was more like ice, which made them shiver involuntarily.

"You two are left here just to leave a message."

"Tell your commanders that it was me, Dante, who killed these soldiers!"

"A mercenary who specializes in killing evil people and dealing with injustice."

"In the future, I will often appear in the Kingdom of Kovind, whether it is a noble, a soldier, or a civilian, even if it is your King Henselt."

"Any scum that does evil and harms innocent people, I will use my sword and my magic to turn them into cold corpses."

(End of this chapter)