arcane emperor

Chapter 135 Let’s do it! (14 more)
The sound of "puff" kept rising and falling.

The screams kept ringing out, and arrows were fired irregularly, killing more than 10 unlucky guys.

The already panicked robbers fell into chaos.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Matthew picked up the scroll.

The rotating fireball cut through the red night sky and crashed into the group of bandits with a "bang".

A huge fireball exploded, and the burning fire snake danced wildly.

The stench of burning was spread along with the smell of mud.

"There is a spell caster!"

Beverly was stunned and shouted a reminder.

Matthew glanced at him but didn't move his mind.

Last time, 50 fireballs bombed one after another, but the high-level troll shadow hunter was not left behind.

"Let's deal with the other robbers first!"

Listening to seven or eight melodious kill prompts, Matthew continued to kill other bandits.

Then, a scene that frightened all the robbers happened.

Huge fireballs flew in one after another from a distance.

Boom!

Rumble!
The sound of explosions one after another blocked Beverly's only voice of command.

They couldn't tell when the fireball would hit their heads.

They only saw exploding fireballs blooming around them, engulfing and tearing apart their familiar companions just now.

Under the threat of death, the robbers fled in panic.

When the robbers ran away like this, they fell into Matthew's plan!
"The enemy has lost all courage, it's done!"

He slightly increased the arc of the fireball release technique, allowing the flying fireball to fly along the trajectory behind the road.

Both sides of the road in the Misty Swamp are deadly and dangerous mud areas. Stepping into them under the shroud of the scarlet moon is tantamount to seeking death.

Sure enough, the next few fireball spells caused an average of more than 15 bandits each!
In just a dozen breaths, hundreds of robbers were killed or injured in Matthew's hands!
The terrifying lethality frightened Beverly who was hiding in the reeds.

"Fireball? Impossible. There is no way to release so many fireballs at once. Not even a high-level mage can do it!"

"Could it be that he is an extraordinary mage?"

"No, if it's an extraordinary mage, the sixth-level stinking cloud technique and chain lightning can cause even more terrible consequences..."

"Could it be that this spell caster is not that powerful and just keeps using the "Fireball" scroll?"

Thinking of the fireball scroll that cost 100 gold coins each, Beverly just did a simple conversion and got an answer that made him suffocated.

"Spending tens of thousands of gold coins just to deal with a group of bandits?"

"How can we be so virtuous?"

This answer is ridiculous!

But when Beverly thought of the Thorn Caravan and its lavishness in building temporary camps, she felt that it was very consistent with the style of using gold coins to hit people...

"Is this the confidence of the Arcanist family?"

The violent roar made Beverly's mind even more confused. Listening to the chaotic shouts of his companions, he knew it deep down.

The trend is over!

Even if the number of enemies may not be large, the opponent has the ability to move freely under the light of the scarlet moon.

This is a huge first-mover advantage!

Moreover, the opponents were very cunning and had no intention of rushing over in close combat and killing them all in one fell swoop.

They just continued to use long-range attacks to cause damage and consume their vitality.

The other party's purpose is very simple, which is to make them collapse on their own!

Beverly tore open the scroll of "Amplification Technique" and shouted while facing the exposed position and the risk of being attacked by "Fireball Technique":

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Failure made Beverly very painful, but it was better than all his subordinates being killed in this completely asymmetrical battle!
Beverly's voice was the straw that broke the camel's back, causing all the robbers to run away in fear.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded around Beverly.The mud stained his beloved armor, and the stench made him dizzy.

With his blood boiling due to the impact, Beverly took a deep look at the direction in which the fireball was flying.

He raised his head and drank a bottle of healing potion, then plunged into the muddy path at the edge of the road.

The roar of explosions and screams came one after another until all the surviving robbers fled, leaving only the injured lingering there.

The roar of the "Fireball Technique" explosion gradually subsided.

After glancing at all the restored mana points, Matthew smacked his lips and waved to the teeth hovering in the sky.

"Yeah? Is the battle over?"

Yaya resisted the desire to attack, and with his eyesight far beyond that of ordinary people, he glanced at the pitted battlefield below and flew towards the camp.

The light red scales make her blend perfectly with the entire sky.

The "blessing" from the high-level legendary time dragon made her immune to the shining of the scarlet moon and able to avoid the "peeping eyes" of the eyes.

The excited adventurers, after confirming that there was no danger, quickly gathered around and eliminated the surviving bandits.

A dead person is only worth 10 gold coins!
"Ding, you won a surprise attack!"

"Ding, you get 1000 experience points + skill points x 1!"

"Ding, you killed 176 robbers, gained 2200 experience points, and skill value x 4!"

"Ding, your men killed 674 bandits and gained 8500 experience points!"

"Ding, you changed the fate of 850 people and got 1000 destiny coins."

The continuous prompts made Matthew very happy. Although the experience points were not particularly large, they had accumulated 43700.

The fate coins consumed for Yaya also returned to 2700.

Of course, what Matthew cares about most is that more than half of the 1500 bandits have been lost.

Judging from their desperate situation, even if they left the Misty Swamp alive, they would never have the courage to launch an attack again.

Matthew calculated the plan, confirmed that everything was progressing steadily, exhaled slightly, turned around and walked towards the camp.

He needs to hurry up!
……

The blood moon sets in the west.

The thick dark clouds turned into a bloody monster with teeth and claws.

A faint mist began to spread in the swamp.

pat!pat!pat!

The crisp sound of horse hooves echoed in the reeds.

The confused robbers subconsciously turned their heads to look, and immediately relaxed a little after seeing the person coming.

Many robbers were dissatisfied and cursed secretly and muttered:
"Why are these idiots here?"

"It's these guys who provided false information..."

"Why do so many people come?"

"What do they want to do?"

"Why do I feel something is wrong..."

"Don't think so much. Anyway, I only have to do it this time..."

"It's really too dangerous..."

"Who is that caravan?"

"Who knows..."

"..."

Glancing at the bandits who looked like refugees, Bloodhand Kahn looked back and waved his hand coldly.

Immediately, he led more than 100 cavalry and passed through the bandits, leaving them with stunned faces.

The robbers looked at their leaving figures in confusion, and couldn't help but cursed secretly.

None of them noticed that a twisted figure emerged from the gradually thickening fog around them!
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