But. Thinking of this, Maren couldn't help but start to feel proud, he was just so smart!

I didn't expect that I could secretly send some people to the back to set fire. Although setting fire before starting to loot would cause certain losses, it was better than failing in the battle.

Haha. Hahahaha!!! Maren laughed triumphantly. Now was the time for his side to welcome victory.

He turned his head to look at the flames rising into the sky, feeling very proud. However, the next second his pride turned into surprise.

It suddenly started raining in the sky. The rain was not heavy, but the fire that I had ignited was soon extinguished.

What's going on? Why is it raining suddenly?

Such a change was naturally seen by everyone. The robbers looked puzzled as they saw the flames disappear. They also had the same doubts as Maren.

Walls was naturally very happy. Such a change was very beneficial to his side. However, why did it suddenly rain?

"It's magic!" Wozhi's golden finger suddenly said!

At this time, Walls remembered that there were three magicians in the village.

When he was fighting the bandits, he had no time to think about the magician. When Wozhi's golden finger said this, Wals quickly remembered the oldest magician.

"Based on the level of magic, this should be the masterpiece of the oldest and strongest magician." Wo Zhijinzhi analyzed.

"I thought they wouldn't take action." Walls muttered to himself towards the rain in the sky.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's get rid of these bandits quickly." Wo Zhi's golden finger reminded.

After hearing these words, Wals woke up from his fantasy and found that there were several robbers around him.

The bandits did not dwell on the rain issue, but stared at Walls viciously.

Let’s kill this guy first.

More than a dozen robbers attacked at the same time, and Walls was sweating. But at this moment, a strong wind blew, raising dust so high that people could not open their eyes.

The strong wind came extremely fast and was different from what we usually feel.

But the wind came and went quickly. Walls quickly opened his eyes and prepared to continue fighting, but there was no enemy in front of him.

What happened? Wals saw more than a dozen people lying in the distance, and they were the robbers.

At this time, they were blown up by the strong wind and fell to the ground with blood on their heads. The robbers were groaning on the ground, wondering where the wind came from?

But Wals was also very confused. Why did the wind only blow away the group of robbers, but nothing happened to him?

"This is magic." Wo Zhijin Finger said again. "It is still the masterpiece of that old magician. Only he has such a strong control ability." Wo Zhijin Finger added.

Not only that, but the bandits around Walls' companions were blown down.

"My goodness, when they see my fire and super swordsmanship, won't they be scared to death?" At this time, the Baron felt a little disdainful in the face of their ignorance.

[System prompt: Things are very different now. The current Walls is different from what you have seen in the past.]

"No matter what the situation, I believe I can handle this little thing."

Immediately afterwards, the group of villagers also ran over with their weapons, and this time they looked like a group of ferocious lions.

What's with the fearless expression on his face? Walls wondered curiously.

Perhaps others did not notice it, but Wals clearly felt the difference in this group of villagers. They had a little more courage than before.

"This is still magic. This old magician should have used a kind of magic to fill their hearts with courage." Wo Zhijinzhi continued.

How could it be otherwise? Walls knew how powerful an army could be when it was fearless.

"Don't think too much about it. This kind of magic consumes a lot of magic power. It is impossible to make an army full of courage without decades of practice. And even if you have decades of practice, you can only bless dozens of people."

A word from Wozhi's Golden Finger shattered Walls' fantasy.

"Not necessarily. I saw Harry Pitt use magic very smoothly. He is only a few years old."

[System prompt: Can you please stop talking about genius all the time? ]

"My lovely little military strategist Mu Mu can not only use magic, but also witchcraft is amazing."

[System prompt: That is also a rare little genius girl OK! ]

"Actually, I just want to show off. Look, my team is full of talented players."

[System prompt: Yes, I don’t know why they are circling around you, a pig-head...]

"Don't just stand there, go and kill this group of bandits." Wozhi's golden finger reminded Wals again.

We must seize every opportunity, now these bandits are ready to get up.

Wals picked up his sword and walked towards the bandits. Several bandits who were less seriously injured stood up, but they still fell down.

Wals stabbed a hapless robber in the chest with a sword, and the robber had no time to react. He had a huge advantage on his side, and the situation changed in an instant.

This was the last thought he had before he died.

Not only did the robber have this idea, but Maren also had this idea. Why did the situation change so quickly?

The remaining few bandits saw their companions being killed in an instant without making any move. They already knew that their doom was approaching.

The villagers soon arrived in front of the bandits. Without fear, they raised their crude weapons. Their resistance was in vain.

But in just a few minutes, all the bandits were killed by the villagers.

"Captain!" Owens ran to Walls excitedly. His body was still stained with blood. The sweat and blood mixed together were evidence of his hard fight.

"You should go and rest, I'll take care of this." Walls said to Owens, and then regardless of whether Owens agreed or not, Walls raised his own sword and ran ahead of everyone, running towards Mullen.

When Mullen saw that all his men were dead, he did not choose to escape.

Instead, he was waiting for the arrival of Wals. He was waiting for the arrival of this group of deaths. Everything changed too quickly and he had lost his subordinates.

Without these men, even if he could escape, he would have no chance of escaping from his enemies and bounty hunters.

I will die here today.

Mullen was already desperate. He stood on the high ground, quietly waiting for Walls to arrive.

But he still wanted to resist.

Wouldn’t it be nice to take someone with you before you die?

He raised his sword, but his swordsmanship was poor. His sword was useless.

Wals rushed to Malen and stabbed him with all his strength. The attack was really powerful. Malen swung his sword and wanted to spread the sword out, but unfortunately, his speed was obviously slower than Wals.

In fact, it was some time after Wals swung the sword that Maren reacted. He did not even notice the moment Wals swung the sword, as he was not an expert with the sword.

The blow easily pierced Mullen's heart, and his beating heart immediately stopped beating, just like the innocent civilians he had killed before.

His body went limp and he soon fell down.

Wals pulled out the sword that was stuck in Maren's body.

Then cheers rang out immediately.

Wals turned around and saw the happy expressions of the villagers. This was what Wals wanted to see.

We won. Walls also showed a victorious smile, his eyes swept across the crowd, and suddenly he found a familiar figure.

This figure was the old magician that Wals saw at the entrance of the village.

It was him and his help that allowed Wals and the villagers to defeat the bandits. Otherwise, a fire set by the bandits might have destroyed the entire village.

At this time, Victor just walked towards his residence silently. This battle did not allow his two students to cast spells at all.

This is because Victor was worried that the control abilities of these two students were not as mature as his, so he just let himself cast the spell.

The result was naturally as he expected.

Now that the goal has been achieved, he can go back and rest. He has to travel again tomorrow as he has more important tasks to complete.

Walls watched the old man leave. The people around him didn't even notice his presence. They were all immersed in joy.

Slowly, the rain stopped and a bright moon appeared in the sky.

Linford walked up to Walls with his limping steps.

His left leg was slashed by a robber. Although the wound was not fatal, if it was not treated properly, his leg might have become lame.

"Thank you. If it weren't for your help, we wouldn't have won." Linford said excitedly. He had seen Walls' battle process a long time ago, and he knew Walls's record clearly.

"No, I'm not..." Walls wanted to say that the greatest credit this time went to the old magician.

But on second thought, magicians don't want the world to know of their existence, and he left after doing his job, it seems that he doesn't want others to know that he is a magician.

Moreover, I said that he was a magician, so how do I explain that I knew he was a magician?

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