Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Wayne's handsome appearance is extremely intimidating, especially the cold murderous intention revealed in every move, which makes the Wild Dog Gang, these little thieves who only run rampant in the market, instinctively feel a little afraid.

However, after all, they had a huge advantage in numbers. Apart from the seven or eight people who had been killed by Wayne, they still had about twenty people left on the farm. Counting the vicious dogs they had trained, this The number has exceeded forty.

Such a large number is more than enough to massacre a village, let alone one person.

A strong man with a bald head and a scarred face, carrying a steel knife, was probably the young leader of the Wild Dog Gang. He was the first to react from the shock, and immediately grabbed a young man next to him and shouted to him:

"Go and inform the boss that a powerful enemy is attacking us, and ask the boss to support us."

After saying this, the bald man pushed the little guy away, pointed the steel knife in his hand at Wayne, and shouted:

"Don't be afraid, this bastard only has one person and one sword."

"No matter how awesome he is, with so many of us, we can drown him with just a drop of spit."

"Get them all, let the dogs kill him."

After receiving the leader's order, the other members of the Wild Dog Gang seemed to have gained courage. They stuffed two fingers into their mouths and blew a series of loud whistles.

When they heard these whistles, the vicious dogs following them seemed to have received orders, their expressions and movements became more fierce, their eyes flashed fiercely, their mouths let out harsh barks, and they swarmed towards Wayne. Pounced over.

There are about twenty of these vicious dogs. After professional training, they are not much weaker than wild wolves in terms of strength and speed.

Running wildly on all fours, he rushed in front of Wayne in just a few seconds.

However, facing these wild beasts with their mouths open and saliva overflowing, Wayne already had a countermeasure in mind. As the saying goes, fire is weak because of their hair. These shiny vicious dogs with fur all over their bodies are just torches waiting to be ignited. That’s all.

Before the Wild Dog Gang gave the order, Chaos Magic Power had already been stored in his hands. When four or five of the strongest vicious dogs rushed in front of him, one of them had condensed about one-third of the magic power in his body. The Igni seal spurted out instantly.

The orange-red flames, with suffocating heat, immediately enveloped the space about ten meters in front of Wayne. Not only were the vicious dogs at the front directly ignited, but even some of the vicious dogs behind were also affected. spread.

Their shiny fur became the best accelerant, and they were ignited into burning torches in the hot flames.

The piercing barks all turned into desperate cries of death, and a fishy smell of burnt fur quickly filled the farm.

Fire is the nemesis of all animals, and there is no animal that is not afraid of fire.

Seeing that almost half of their kind were burned to charcoal by the flames, the originally aggressive vicious dogs clamped their tails and scratched the ground restlessly with their limbs. No matter how their owners called, they did not dare to move forward.

Wayne squinted his eyes and looked at the results of the seal with satisfaction. The destructive power caused by the Igni seal he had strengthened many times could no longer be called a trick. It was not much better than the fire spells of the warlocks. .

If some warlocks saw this scene, they might open their mouths in surprise.

The wild dog gang members in the farm who had never seen the world were already frightened. As ruffians in the city, they had never seen a real spell caster. The power of Igni's seal was a serious blow. their confidence.

They were originally a mob. Faced with Wayne's rapid killing, several members of the gang were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and took several steps back in vain.

He murmured and shouted:

"Wizard, it's a wizard! Those monsters are coming to kill us."

The bald man's courage was quite good. Wayne's spell did not frighten him. He swallowed quietly, observed the timidity of his men, thought of the boss's punishment for the loser, and immediately controlled his fear. Emotions surged in my heart, and I gritted my teeth and yelled:

"Don't be afraid, just rush forward. He can only release the spell once."

"There are many of us. If we surround him, he will be dead."

Seeing that his subordinates were still hesitant, he immediately threatened:

"Think about what happened to Varus. There is nothing left of that guy after he was eaten. If you escape, the boss will definitely feed you to Hogg afterwards."

The Hogg mentioned by the bald man seemed to be very intimidating. After hearing this name, the members of the Wild Dog Gang who were originally distracted immediately gathered their courage again.

A few simple-minded guys directly raised their weapons and rushed towards Wayne with howls.

This time, Wayne did not choose to cast other costly seals. Instead, he put a layer of Quen shield on himself and faced the people who were rushing towards him.

Although the seal is more powerful, he doesn't know what kind of enemies he will encounter later, and he needs to conserve his magic power.

The first thing Wayne had to face was a fat man with a strong physique. This guy was covered in fat, wearing a set of brown leather armor, and holding a mace in his hand.

Probably because he was used to street fighting, facing Wayne who was holding a steel sword, he actually wanted to rely on his strong body to knock him down.

Wayne just nimblely took half a step to the right, his body dodged his attack, and the steel sword in his hand stabbed upwards diagonally, directly into his throat, and then By virtue of the inertia when the two bodies were staggered, half of his neck was directly cut off.

A middle-aged man following him was startled by Wayne's clean movements, but he had already rushed in front of Wayne. He could only instinctively raise the ax in his hand and chop it down with a shout.

Faced with this unskilled attack, Wayne just turned sideways, avoiding the trajectory of the ax blade without even moving his feet. The steel sword in his hand slashed sideways without mercy, directly cutting off. The man held the ax with both arms, and then pulled the steel sword upwards, directly cutting open his stomach.

Let him fall to the ground, he can only hold his internal organs and howl miserably.

After killing two people in a row, Wayne shook off the blood on the sword, and walked a few steps towards the Wild Dog Gang expressionlessly.

The third gang member who attacked was using a rusty scythe. Maybe he was a farmer before, but he found a new way and bent down, trying to cut Wayne's legs with the scythe.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he bent down, he just exposed his neck.

Wayne had no mercy in his heart, and the steel sword in his hand was faster. Before the man's sickle could touch his legs, the sword's light flashed and he had already cut off his head.

The sprayed blood splashed onto Wayne's face like a fountain, and the warm feeling aroused more destructive desires in his heart.

Wayne's eyes shone brightly. After killing three people in a row, he felt that dealing with these humans seemed easier than dealing with water ghosts.

In addition to the fact that the water ghosts attack without hesitation or fear, the biggest difference is that these rabble in front of them have not received professional training at all. They rely entirely on instinctive and clumsy attacks, just like a person who has withstood ten years of training. Fighting with a master swordsman who has been trained for several years is simply a joke.

It seemed that they were afraid of Wayne's clean killing method, and it took less than ten seconds to kill three people in a row.

This kind of efficiency is simply too impactful for these gang members who usually only extort money and bully others with their strength in numbers, and it has even shaken their sanity.

Some gang members only felt that their heads were dizzy, fear lingered in their hearts, and their limbs felt numb.

The leading bald man was not intimidated by the killing in front of him. He gritted his teeth and stared into Wayne's eyes.

As a deserter who has been on the battlefield, although he is not considered brave, he has seen war at least and knows that swordsman masters are not much stronger than ordinary people when facing siege.

Seeing that the people on his side were disorganized and the morale of the army was unstable, a hint of timidity and ferocity flashed in the bald man's heart. In order to boost his morale, he raised the steel knife in his hand, signaled a few close men with his eyes, and shouted loudly:

"Hold on, come up with me, the boss will be here soon."

"At that time, this guy will be dead. We must smash his bones into ashes and tear him into pieces to avenge our brother."

After shouting this, the bald-headed man felt overwhelmed, and took the lead to charge towards Wayne with a weapon in his hand.