arcane emperor

Chapter 40 Collapsing at the touch of a finger!
Yaya, who has excellent perception and strong concealment ability, learned the secret of sneak attack from her unscrupulous daddy, and practiced it very happily.

Alta was not her first prey, and certainly not her last.

The eight prompts that popped up in total proved to Matthew Yaya’s record.

"Tsk, tsk, Yaya's movements are really nimble. He is born to fight. As he grows bigger in the future, his fighting power will be even stronger..."

“3个2级游荡者，3个2级野蛮人哨兵，还有两个3级游荡者，一共给我提供了180点经验值。”

"The current total experience value is 1600, and there are still 400 left to upgrade..."

"They are still 300 meters away from us, it's time!"

Matthew's eyes flickered slightly, sending a retreat message to Yaya, looking at the towering reeds and shrubs in front of him, swaying slightly.

He nodded slightly to Angela beside him and pulled out the last spell scroll brought from the Seer family.

Five-ring spell—Group Acceleration!

Increases the movement speed of all teammates within 50 meters by 40% and the attack speed by 20%. The duration is 3 minutes!

Indescribable lightness surrounds every soldier.

There was wind under their feet, and they rushed forward like sharp arrows from the string.

Even at this moment, the soldiers were still in formation, just like they did during training.

Towering reeds blocked the view.

Touching the sword at his waist uneasily, Clark, who was leading the team, frowned, turned to look at his anxious companions around him, and asked his subordinates:

"Why didn't the sentries reply? How far away is the other party from us now? Should we withdraw?"

Shaking his head confidently, Kaman, who was shirtless and carrying a meteor hammer, said disdainfully:

"Haha, don't worry, just those few crappy hunters in Bay Village? They don't even dare to enter the dark forest, how can they possibly cause danger to Arcata and the others?"

"If you ask me, the little lord will at most bring his child soldiers over to see what's going on."

After touching the strip of cloth on the handle of the hammer, Kaman showed a bloodthirsty expression on his lips. He placed the hammer head covered with spikes on the ground and raised his finger to point in the direction of Bay Village:
"He definitely doesn't have the courage to launch an attack, but he doesn't know that we have prepared a big surprise for him!"

"When he escapes later, I must catch him personally. Spell casters are relatively rich..."

When the other members of the slave-catching group heard this, they couldn't help but laugh out loud, and started discussing among themselves:
"Boss Kaman is right. Maybe Alta and the others have gone to Bay Village to inquire about information and have chosen their target in advance. Hehehehe..."

"I think it's the same. They are the ones who grab the fastest every time. When it's our turn, there are always only some crooked melons and cracked dates left..."

"That makes sense. I also want to be a sentinel when I'm assigned next time."

"Tsk, what's the use of a small village? We might as well be in a dark forest..."

"Shut up and don't mention your goals when performing tasks. Wasn't the lesson you taught last time enough?"

Clark interrupted the idiot's nonsense, pointed at the level 4 rogue who wanted to be a sentinel, and said mercilessly:
"Since you want to be a sentinel so much, contact Alta and the others quickly and ask them to come back quickly to report the situation and see where the enemy is!"

The scolded wanderer shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed.

Amidst the noise of other members laughing, he was about to get into the bushes in front of him, when he suddenly stood trembling.

Falling to the ground with a "boom"!

The arrow with a slightly trembling tail hit him right in the face, and his wide eyes were filled with incredible panic.Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The sharp sound of breaking through the air struck at this moment, and the unprepared members of the slave-catching group immediately screamed.

The frightened Clark slashed away an incoming sharp arrow with his sword, rolled to the side skillfully, and shouted at the same time:
"Pay attention to the distractions and prepare to engage the enemy!"

Before he could stand up, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a scene that made his soul tremble:
Kaman, who was tall and powerful in combat, and whom he regarded as a thorn in his flesh, actually stood there blankly, completely ignoring the sharp arrows surrounding him.

As if all the arrows had eyes, they avoided his direction.

"Could it be that this guy Kaman is a female agent?"

"This is impossible! This guy is so bad that he has sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet. He is a real villain. He has nowhere to go except the slave-catching group..."

"Could it be that...he was under a psychic spell?"

Even though he didn't want to admit it, Kaman, who had high spell resistance, was also quietly attacked.

Does it mean that if the other party's target is him, he has no possibility of escaping!
Before Clark could make a move, more than 10 blue spell missiles were already whizzing towards him.

Clark, who had quick reactions, immediately determined that the target of these more than 10 spell missiles was the stationary Kaman!
That is obviously a first-level spell - magic missile!

At most, Clark had seen an intermediate mage release three missiles at once, but the meaning behind a series of more than 10 missiles in front of him was really terrifying.

Everyone in the slave-catching group has good eyesight, and no one is willing to stand in the way of Kaman. Everyone's escape movements become faster!

puff!

More than 10 blood holes instantly appeared on Kaman's body, and the spray of blood mist instantly dyed the surrounding area red.

He didn't suffer much pain at all. With half of his head missing, he died without saying a word. He probably died in a ridiculous sleep!
Unspeakable panic surged into my heart, and my selfish nature took over.

Clark turned around and ran without hesitation. His swift body was far faster than his companions around him.

While running in a panic, Clark happily plunged into the reeds and saw with the corner of his eye a scene that made him panic and feel lucky:
The troops marching in neat steps broke through the towering reeds in an instant, and with invincible destructive power, they crashed deeply into the panic of their companions.

Several warriors who were unable to dodge roared and launched a counterattack.

Even if you die, you still have to support a few people!
The advanced weapon slashed at the shield, leaving only a negligible mark.

The experienced Clark could tell at a glance that the soldier in the defense tower was also a professional warrior with insufficient strength.

Looking around, there are 20 shield-wielding warriors in a row!
terror!
Before these warriors could change their moves, a row of spears on top and bottom pierced them neatly like poisonous snakes spitting messages.

puff!

The struggling warriors were hung on the bloody wooden poles like dried salted fish, and then thrown away like garbage.

Only one of the strongest level 4 warriors was left, and he split three spears with force.

As a result, before he could adjust his strength, he was hit by an oncoming shield, completely destroying his center of gravity, and the fatal spear struck again!
Dead!
Clark deeply remembered these, the soldiers who "walked as fast as flying", and also firmly remembered the deadly shield wall that was pushed in neatly.

He left all his companions without mercy and plunged into the depths of the thorns.

He must tell Kahn this information. They have provoked a terrible opponent!

Piercing screams and desperate roars sounded behind him, and they quickly calmed down again!

　Seek collection, seek follow-up
　　
　
(End of this chapter)