Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 Ordinary invisibility cannot hide offensive actions, it is likely to be related to the mood swings during the attack. Maybe it would be better for this question to be answered by a halfling who is proficient in psychic powers. When fighting, Zhao Mai really didn't have the energy to think about these corner issues.

　　 He and Butcher walked around on both sides separately, pinching the manticore from left to right. The crazy monster inspired by psychic powers was biting a white robe sand thief, pulling out internal organs from her soft belly. If you want to deal with this animal, you must use a heavy weapon to smash its skull abruptly. Using a bone dagger like the sand thief just now, he could only cut through the outer skin, causing a shallow wound, which had little impact on the situation of the battle.

　　The sand thieves did not dare to surround themselves, they could only use the sling to launch stones to counterattack. The manticore twisted its body, shielded the stone bullet with its corpse, and howled angrily. But although he was angry, he turned a blind eye to Zhao Mai and Butcher who walked blatantly. Other people, whether they are sand pirates, mantis or halflings, can guess what they are.

　　 The praying mantis knew that the manticore was a great restraint to the sand pirates. When the situation of the battle was unfavorable, this thug could not be wasted. He slammed the whip, forcing the enemy back. Unexpectedly, the sand thief who was holding a big stone hammer with a fierce dragon and tiger before did not resist, and voluntarily gave up the way. The praying man leaped suddenly and rushed towards Zhao Mai's back.

　　 "Be careful!" A sha thief yelled stupidly, but he woke up for Zhao Mai. The druid blew his whistle and ordered the fighting dogs to hide in reserve to attack. The reserve food savior eagerly rushed out from the corner of the battlefield, and hit the thigh of the praying mantis with his head. The mantid did not say a word, and slashed across with a bone dagger. The war dog's leather armor was cut a big cut, and some fur was lost in the reserve grain.

　　 "Stupid lion, attack to the right!" The halfling roared, and the order was passed along with the psionic power. At the same time, Zhao Mai and Butcher have launched an offensive. The long sword glided past like a meteor, slashing on the manticore's neck with all Butcher's strength. Zhao Mai needs to be more stable, knowing that the manticore's tail is its biggest counterattack when the head is attacked. So he straightened up the giant tooth beast, stabbed the scorpion tail suddenly from behind, then twisted it horizontally, tearing off a section of its tail.

　　 Blood spattered with paralyzing venom, Zhao Mai hurriedly avoided, and at this moment the praying mantis also rushed over. It was delayed by the food reserve and lost the best chance to save the field, which caused the manticore to be hit hard, and this anger had to be vented to Zhao Mai!

　　 "Little thief, take it to death!" When the praying mantid spoke, he was slurred and murmured. He used a whip, a club and a dagger to launch a continuous offensive against Zhao Mai.

　　 The martial art of the praying mantis always reveals the beauty, regardless of the magnitude of the movement, an unstoppable grace is displayed. Beauty often represents efficiency, and the pursuit of efficient beauty has long been integrated into the blood of the mantis race. Zhao Mai only insisted on four moves and he became hurried. The line of defense was full of flaws, and he didn't even have the opportunity to aim and pull the trigger. Although the mantid doesn't know what the muzzle of a musket is called, it can still use multiple weapons to keep the spear blade out of the threat range.

　　 The long whip flicked from an unexpected angle and wrapped it around Zhao Mai's neck. The whip, as rough as sand, was tightened continuously, cutting off blood and oxygen. Zhao Mai wanted to cut off the whip, but had to block the dagger that pierced his heart with the Megadon. The vague corner of his eyes saw the stick drawn from the other side to the temple, and he could only try to pull his shoulders back, hoping that the giant tooth beast could catch up. There was a loud bang, and my ears were numb.

　　 Sand Pirates dispersed long ago to deal with other enemies, but Butcher is still making the final break with the frenzied manticore. "Grandpa" with four of his men had already forced the Mantis into the corner, seeing Zhao Mai who was about to be strangled, the corners of his mouth hidden under the face towel slightly cocked. Although there are still halflings that have not been resolved, the current fighting rhythm is what he wants most.

　　 Suddenly, a spear pierced from his side and slammed into his ribs. With anger and panic, he saw the confused eyes of his men. "You dare to betray me?" Grandpa roared, and the stone hammer smashed the man's head.

　　 The wound under the ribs was painful, and the blood stained the robe, like a blooming rose. They all wear armor under the white robe, and the "Grandpa" is still a hard armor made of sand lizard animal scales. But no one should know that this armor does not protect the side waist, this should be the secret of the secret? !

　　Is there a traitor? There can be only one traitor. It takes great courage to betray, and a single person cannot gather such courage. As for the sand thief who was killed by the praying mantis? It looks like there is a traitor, because people who fight the enemy wholeheartedly will not be killed so quickly.

　　 The stone hammer in her hand became fiery, like sand under the scorching sun, like her skin. It seemed that memories of the past appeared in front of him, and some forgotten fragments also appeared. By the way, he remembered that Latuma's sister was drowned in a quicksand by herself. Although she deserved it for not submitting to discipline, would Latuma hide her cruel thoughts until now and have been secretly planning revenge. What?

　　 The more I think about it, the more possible it is. The more I look at him, the more it seems that something is hiding. The grandfather took a deep breath, avoided the thong-man weapon, quietly picked up a stone, and slammed it out. The flying stone hit the ground, turned an arc and hit Latuma's knee. Just a stagger, this "hidden evil spirit" fell to his knees and just rolled in front of him.

　　 He looked down and saw Latuma reaching out into his arms, trying to take out something. "You traitor!" The grandfather was furious, hitting him down with a hammer, smashing his upper body to pieces. From the fingers that had turned into paste, the grandfather found a dagger, a sharp dagger polished with obsidian~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is the evidence! He took up the dagger and showed it to others: "They are all traitors..."

　　 Before the word "tu" was uttered, his stomach was penetrated by a stone spear. The praying mantis waited for this opportunity for a long time, and finally could solve the master with the hammer. Grandpa roared, he didn't even retreat. He grabbed the spear shaft in one hand and pulled it deeper, and lifted the hammer in the other. Mantis are very flexible, but their insect-like slender body is not strong and tough. And neither a whip nor a boned dagger could stop the heavy stone hammer. The mantid's shoulder was smashed into the chest cavity, and the green blood splashed all over. It couldn't even make a wailing sound, so it was hit in the head with a hammer again and exploded like a watermelon.

　　 Grandpa strenuously drew out the stone spear, it is impossible for such a heavy injury to heal itself, and even the doctor will be helpless. Unless a priest or high-ranking templar can jump out of the mountain crevice, the fate is confessed. He lifted his robe to see how much time he had left, but unexpectedly found that he only had a wound on his stomach, and his waist was completely unscathed. How is this going? He was a little confused.

　　 On the side of the battlefield, the halfling's glowing eyes dimmed. He retracted the mental tentacles in the head of the sand thief and began to choose the next target to control. These sand pirates lack spiritual protection in their minds, and it is not troublesome to get started, but it is very energy-intensive after all. Soon, he fixed his gaze on the big man, and he was able to tear off the manticore's head with both hands. It was a natural supernatural power!

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