"Mr. Ekmon, now is not the time to lose your temper, the lizardmen's purpose is very clear, let's quickly send someone to guard the convoy."

Thorne motioned to Tieflin Ekmon for the only two or three guards standing beside the convoy.

Although it is very likely that the information from Iron Horse Town was deliberately leaked, the caravan fell into the attack of the Lizardmen.

But Thorne thinks that this kind of smart thing is not like the style of the lord of Iron Horse Town. He can establish a standing territory in the emerald field, and he does not look like such a stupid person.

Besides, Stallman Town is a sorcerer Anakis whose strength is still a question mark. As long as his brain is not broken, he will not easily provoke her.

Suddenly, Thorne remembered the ruthless wizard player who blocked the town when the caravan arrived at Iron Horse Town, and after thinking about it, he immediately understood what happened.

The wizard trained by the Wizarding Union obviously has deep hostility towards the tiefling race and the profession of sorcerer, which has signed a contract with the otherworld suzerain.

This is not surprising, wizards, warlocks and warlocks are all arcane spellcasters, but the relationship between the three professions is not very harmonious, and even discriminates against each other in many places.

Most people often cannot tell the difference between a sorcerer, a sorcerer, and a sorcerer.

Yet magic is magic no matter where it comes from, so when certain evil sorcerers and sorcerers go about doing evil, the common people tend to transfer the scourge to the sorcerer.

Therefore, there are criticisms and dissatisfaction with all practitioners of magic, resulting in a serious decline in the noble image maintained by wizards among ordinary people.

Therefore, many wizards who consider themselves noble feel that warlocks and warlocks have tarnished the image of arcane artcasters.

Moreover, he also expresses deep contempt for spellcasters such as warlocks and warlocks who rely on blood and contracts instead of spellbooks, mentors, and theories.

It's like what he has learned from ten years of hard study in his cold window, and the other party can easily grasp it by awakening his bloodline when he sleeps, and there is a serious imbalance in his heart.

They see sorcerers as novice in the use of magic and destroyers with dangerous powers at all times, and warlocks as a group of fallen people who deal with sinful otherworldly patrons in exchange for power.

Warlocks and sorcerers, on the other hand, see wizards as arrogant and frivolous, deliberately masking the true meaning of magical art with complex rituals and obscure knowledge.

Of course, this is the last paranoia of some extremist wizards, just as extremist druids stubbornly believe that all civilizations cannot be higher than nature.

Most sorcerers, wizards, and warlocks still don't care much about these details, they still see each other as their counterparts who control the arcane arts, and acknowledge the different powers they represent.

However, it is obvious that the wizard player in Iron Horse Town should belong to the extreme faction wizard, and it is still the kind of poisoning.

"Demon Hunting Squad, you go guard the convoy." Tieflin Ekmon immediately instructed the Warlock player floating in the air not far away.

"go!"

The warlock floating in the air threw the "Magic Blast" spell that had just been condensed into the lizard crowd, and greeted several companions around.

Immediately, a warrior with sheep's hoof-shaped feet, a wanderer with a thick tail and a bifurcated tail, a ranger with six fingers on both hands, holding a dark red composite longbow, and another dark blue-skinned warlock. All withdraw from the battle in an orderly manner and walk towards the convoy.

"Mr. Thorne, I'll ask you to share the pressure on the convoy. There are more **** lizardmen than goblins."

Ekmon saw that the five members of the witch hunt team rushed over, and then said to Thorne beside him.

Thorne glanced at the lizardmen warriors who were still gathering from the depths of the jungle. He didn't speak, but nodded slightly to the tiefling in front of him in response, and turned to drive towards the convoy.

When Thorne passed by the large carriage of the sorcerer Anaquis, his expression was startled, his footsteps paused for a moment, and then he glanced a little puzzled, and left immediately.

Because again he heard the familiar hissing and scratching of dry scales.

The sorcerer Anaxis is a suzerain contract with the old ruler Dandar Night Serpent, and the movement just now is like some kind of mysterious ritual.

Is the other party in trouble?

Or is it being attacked by the Old Ones?

Two doubts quickly emerged in Thorne's heart. If this is the case, it also explains why the other party has a strong strength and does not participate in the war.

So Thorne ignored these doubts and walked towards the convoy.

The convoy's side is very quiet, the cattle and horses on the trailer are placed in a relatively safe place, and the cooks and servants are hiding in camping tents not far away.

From the figures reflected by the fire in the tent, it can be found that most of the people were shivering with fear of this sudden battle.

When Thorne arrived near the convoy, a warrior player wearing dark golden half-armor with dark red skin walked over to Thorne with jet-black goat hooves and said hello:

"Hello, I'm Ishak, the captain of the Demon Hunting Squad, thank you for your help."

Thorne glanced lightly at the tiefling player, and the most conspicuous thing was still the two curved goat horns sticking out from the messy long black hair.

However, the color of his goat horns is different from the dark gray of others, it is a strange dark red.

The warrior player named Ishak held a steel long sword in each hand, which shone with dim silver light in the cold moonlight.

Obviously, the long sword has added a lot of mithril that can cause magic-breaking effects when it is forged.

"You're welcome, I'm Thorne from Waterfall Town, this friend, I feel a violent and dangerous aura in you." Thorne waved his hand, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and said solemnly.

"The town on the waterfall, when I was in Stallman Town, I heard from the merchants who passed by. It is a beautiful town built on a waterfall. You must visit it if you have the opportunity."

Ishak didn't seem to care about Thorne's reminder, but echoed with a smile.

"The breath of the abyss, the smell of sulphur, your tiefling bloodline comes from the devil?" Thorne asked directly, not caring that the other party deliberately changed the subject.

The blood of the original inhabitants of Tiflin in Stallman Town comes from the great devil Asmodeus.

However, when players choose the tiefling race, they can choose various bloodlines at will, such as devils from hell, devils from the abyss, or celestial creatures.

So in the tiefling of the player group, almost everyone is a variant of the strange.

At the same time, the characteristics of these variants are also clearly manifested in appearance, and some players who are not determined are likely to be contaminated by these bloodlines from other worlds, and finally become a machine that only knows how to kill.

So when Thorne noticed the irritable aura around Ishak, he immediately noticed the strangeness of the other party, and it was very likely that he could no longer suppress the demonic power in his body.

"It was guessed by you, but don't worry, I can still suppress this thing." Ishak looked stunned and said indifferently.

"Ishak, don't be brave. I advise you to go back to the tent and rest. The amulet that Master Kairon gave you can't hold you back anymore."

At this time, a Warlock player flapped his wings and flew over to persuade Ishak.

"I said it before, I can definitely suppress it, don't persuade you any more." Ishak's expression turned cold, and his voice gradually became low.

"Prepare to fight, the lizardmen rushed over!" Suddenly, Thorne smelled the familiar stench of a lizardman floating in the distance, and immediately reminded everyone.

Then he glanced at the sorcerer floating in the air and reminded: "Don't fly in the air, be careful of the Lizardman Longbowmen."

The five members of the witch hunt team immediately entered a state of combat readiness. The sorcerer who was floating in the air glanced at Thorne and fell to the ground to use the carriage as a cover.

"Fizz!"

After only a short time, the elite lizardmen, which numbered close to a hundred, appeared in front of everyone, roaring non-stop.

These lizardmen warriors obviously look taller and more majestic than those on Ekmon's side, and they are better equipped, their sharp javelins flashing icy cold in the bleak moonlight.

Moreover, the dozen or so lizardmen walking in the last row were all holding a longbow of about 1.5 meters in their hands, with bulging quivers behind them.

"Why hasn't the lizardman shaman appeared yet?" Thorne glanced at the crowd of lizards that were quickly approaching, but couldn't find the lizardman spellcaster, and said to himself with some doubts.

"clang!"

Immediately after, Thorne took out his short sword and flashed to the side of Ishak, the tiefling warrior, at a very fast speed, accurately holding up the sneak attack of a lizardman stalker, and then swung the long sword in his right hand to the head of the lizardman stalker. Department cut off.

"Pfft!"

A scorching fire flashed, and the head of the lizardman stalker rose into the sky under the eruption of blood from his chest, and a large swathe of hot and smelly blood splashed Ishak, who had just reacted and was ready to turn to face the enemy.

"Roar!"

The hot blood sprayed Ishak's face, and strongly stimulated by the blood, Ishak's dark red face suddenly became hideous, and he couldn't help but growl, and the whole body began to tremble violently.

With the curved goat horns and the dark goat hooves, Ishak looks like a demon from the bottomless abyss.

"Get out of the way! Ishak can't suppress the demonic power in his body." The warlock who was hiding not far away immediately yelled at Thorne regardless of the exposed traces.

"Suppressed every day, I've had enough, today I'm going to break and stand up, either you die or I die, I'm going to be the first demon hunter!"

Ishak, who didn't completely lose his mind, roared and said in a low and hoarse voice.

"You're crazy! This will kill you!" The warlock who was hiding not far away yelled at Ishak heart-rending.

"Roar!"

But it was of no use at all, I saw Ishak roaring up to the sky again, and with a deafening loud noise, his body was also undergoing amazing changes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, a pair of wide dark red wings broke free from his back, and then his delicate face became more and more hideous. The blood-red eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames, and the upper lip also had two sharp fangs at a very fast speed. .

——“Supernatural ability: Balor Flame Demon Bodyguard!”

Ishak, who turned into a humanoid demon, spread his wide dark red wings, and the surging flames burned wildly around him, and the scorching high temperature forced Thorne to retreat again and again.

"Let the flames cleanse it all!"

Ishak, who was wrapped in flames, roared again in a low voice, clenched the two red steel long swords that were reflected in his hands, flapped his wings and jumped into the crowd of lizards instantly.