The monks and nuns in the convoy were ready for battle, but the battle they had been waiting for never came.

The tense spirit gradually made the monks and nuns tired. The wizard could still sense the danger hidden in the darkness and followed closely, but he didn't know where the danger was.

"Sir Wizard, if we continue like this, we don't need the enemy to take action, and we will exhaust ourselves first."

"Yes! They have been enduring and not sending it, but we have to be careful. It's really a headache!" The wizard rubbed his eyebrows with some distress.

"Let the convoy stop." The wizard took out some spell casting materials from his body, stood up and jumped off the carriage.

"Okay!" Sister Frose's eyes lit up. She knew that the wizard was going to use witchcraft to collect the situation around her.

You should know that wizards' witchcraft is several times or even dozens of times larger than those of spellcasters.

The wizards can easily detect places that these monks and nuns cannot detect.

A handful of powder was scattered on the ground, and the powder formed a small triangular magic array on the ground under the guidance of three thousand thoughts.

The crows that had been hovering in the sky landed in the triangle magic circle.

The crow's black and shiny feathers trembled with the wind. When he looked around, he actually had a look of a raptor.

A glass bottle was taken out by a wizard, and the glass bottle was filled with dim liquid.

The wizard carefully poured a drop of liquid on the crow, and suddenly, the scarlet-eyed crow screamed miserably. The next moment, the entire crow's body was wrapped in dim smoke, or it began to turn into dim smoke.

The smoke rolled, and finally turned into hundreds of tiny rays of smoke spreading wildly around.

The front end of these smoke turned into crows, making croaking noises and flew away in all directions.

Crow's noise tongue. Each wave of yellow smoke can observe everything in the range of dozens of meters around it. Scarlet eyes are looming in the dim smoke.

Gua! A yellow smoke suddenly exploded, and a looming figure appeared in the wizard's perception under the influence of the smoke.

"Carlotu imitates it!"

The wizard spoke a strange syllable, and the scepter in his hand hit the gunpowder stone in front of him with a slam. In an instant, the gunpowder stone splashed out, like a meteor, and hit the figure's chest heavily.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the figure forced out by the dim smoke did not even react, and was instantly penetrated by gunpowder stones.

More and more figures were forced out by the dim smoke, and these figures were looming. Gunpowder stones streaked across the sky, hitting the figures one after another.

Some figures were instantly pierced through their chests, and some were distorted again and disappeared in an instant.

The lost gunpowder stone hit the ground, and a hole that was more than one person deep and more than half a foot thick appeared on the ground.

"They are approaching." A combat nun stood on the carriage, holding the thick copper scriptures in her hands, and whispered.

"Come here and kill one!" A monk carried a meteor hammer to guard the nun.

The copper-board book in the combat nun's hand suddenly fell off a piece of paper. The piece of paper turned into a light curtain in the air, and dozens of red dots from far and near appeared on it.

The arrows, spears, and flames condensed by the sacred power poured wildly towards the area where the red dots were. Ordinary guards also set off their bows and arrows, and began to scatter.

Sister Frozen whispered, holding the scriptures in her hand and said loudly, "The gods said, "Everyone who is hostile to me, who walks like me with a sharp blade, and who looks at me with a ill heart, will be punished by flames." I will not let these people go."

A holy flame emerged in front of Sister Frose's scriptures. The flame bloomed like a golden lotus, spinning, drawing a strange arc in the air and landed at the position marked by another combat nun.

The flames like golden lotus gushed open, and fireworks flew everywhere, and several feet of the range were covered by Mars of all sizes.

A figure was stained with Mars and made miserable screams, which were then burned to charcoal.

Sister Frose's flames looked very powerful, and the killing caused was a bit bloody. But compared to the baby-faced nun, her methods were really pediatric.

The baby-faced nun was kneeling on the ground at this time, and she gently played the harp that was more than one person tall.

Crystal-like strings rose into the air, and these strings streaked through the sky, rushing to pierce into a figure's body.

The figure dissipated, and a short black knife flashed in the air, resisting and cutting the strings.

"I play the strings! You must lock your enemies and let them go to eternal life in confession."

The holy light on the baby-faced girl's body surged, and the strings in her hand were tensed. The dissipated figure made a miserable shout.

The next moment, I saw the figure's body twisted together in a strange way. Then, blood and flesh splattered, and the whole person was cut into pieces of evenly sized meat by the strings and scattered all over the ground.

The wizard gave up the attack and recited the spell of the ancient wizard's text combination. Amid the sound of the spell, the dim smoke rolled back into the triangle magic circle in front of him, forming a black crow with scarlet eyes again.

"Go, tell them that death is coming; go! Tell them that everything will fall into eternal rest."

The wizard hit the crow's head with a bone scepter.

The crow croaked and flew around the wizard excitedly. It spread its wings and soared on the battlefield.

In the eyes of the wizard, he saw a stream of black resentment, and the breath of death continued to penetrate into the crow's body.

When the crow absorbed these resentment, the breath of death became stronger.

The sharp claws occasionally slashed through the figures that were looming. Although they did not cause any casualties to the figures, they also brought them some trouble.

The sound of the piano was melodious, the harp in the baby-faced nun's hand was clanging, and in just dozens of breaths, three or five people died under her strings.

"On behalf of the gods, I will punish you so that you will know that the dignity of the gods does not allow others to blaspheme."

"On behalf of the gods, I will punish you, let you sincerely repent, know the greatness of the gods, and know my kindness."
Chapter completed!