Wayne's handsome appearance was extremely deterrent, especially the cold murderous intent revealed in his every move, which made the Wild Dog Gang, the petty thieves who only ran rampant in the city, instinctively feel a little fear.
However, they had a huge advantage in numbers. Excluding the seven or eight people who had been killed by Wayne, there were nearly twenty people left on the farm. If their trained dogs were included, the number exceeded forty.
With such a large number, it would be more than enough to encircle and wipe out an entire village, let alone a single person.
A bald, scarred, strong man carrying a steel knife, probably a small leader of the Wild Dog Gang, was the first to recover from the shock. He immediately grabbed a small follower beside him and shouted to him: "Go inform the boss that a strong enemy is attacking us. Let the boss come to support us."
After saying this, the bald man pushed the little thug 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, a spit from each of us can drown him."
"Come on, everyone! Let the dogs bite him to death."
After receiving the order from their leader, the other members of the Wild Dog Gang seemed to have gained courage. They put two fingers in their mouths and blew a series of loud whistles.
Hearing these whistles, the vicious dogs following them seemed to have received orders. Their expressions and movements became more ferocious. With murderous gleams in their eyes and shrill barks from their mouths, they swarmed towards Wayne.
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, it arrived in front of Wayne in just a few seconds.
However, facing these beasts with bloody mouths and drooling mouths, Wayne already had a plan in mind. As the saying goes, too much fur weakens the fire. These vicious dogs with shiny fur all over their bodies are just torches waiting to be ignited.
Before the Wild Dog Gang gave any orders, he had already accumulated chaos magic in his hands. When four or five of the strongest vicious dogs rushed in front of him, an Igni Seal that condensed about one-third of the magic power in his body instantly gushed out.
The orange-red flames with suffocating high temperatures immediately enveloped the space about ten meters in front of Wayne. Not only were the few vicious dogs in the front directly ignited, but even some of the vicious dogs in the back were affected.
Their shiny fur became the best combustion aid, and they were ignited into burning torches in the scorching flames.
The shrill howls turned into desperate wails of death, and the stench of burnt fur soon filled the farm.
Fire is the nemesis of all animals. There is no animal that is not afraid of fire.
Seeing that almost half of their own kind had been burned to charcoal by the flames, the vicious dogs that had been so aggressive before all tucked their tails between their legs and scratched the ground restlessly with their limbs. No matter how their owners called them, they dared not move forward.
Wayne squinted his eyes and looked at the results of the seal with satisfaction. The destructive power caused by his Igni Seal, which had been strengthened many times, could no longer be called a magic trick. It was no less powerful than the warlocks' fire spells.
If some warlocks saw this scene, they might open their mouths in surprise.
The inexperienced members of the Wild Dog Gang on the farm were all terrified. As city thugs, they had never seen a real spellcaster. The power of the Igni Sign seriously undermined their confidence.
They were a mob to begin with, and faced with Wayne's swift killing, several gang members were so scared that they dropped their weapons and took several steps back in shaky steps.
He murmured, "Wizard, it's the wizard! Those monsters are coming to kill us."
The bald man was quite courageous. Wayne's spell did not scare him. He quietly swallowed his saliva, noticed his men's fear, and thought of the punishment the boss would give to the losers. He immediately controlled his fear, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't be afraid, charge forward. He can only cast the spell once."
"We have more people. If we surround him, he will be dead."
Seeing that his men were still hesitant, he immediately threatened them, "Think about what happened to Varus. That guy has been eaten to the point where there is nothing left. If you run away, the boss will definitely feed you to Hogg afterwards."
The Hogg mentioned by the bald strong man seemed to be very intimidating. After hearing this name, the members of the Wild Dog Gang, who had been demoralized, immediately gathered their courage again.
This time, Wayne did not choose to cast other magical seals that consumed huge amounts of energy. Instead, he put on a layer of Quinn shield and faced the people who were rushing towards him head-on.
Although the seal is more powerful, he doesn't know what kind of enemies he will encounter later, so he needs to conserve his magic power.
The first person Wayne had to face was a strong fat man. This guy was fat, wearing a suit of brown leather armor and holding a mace in his hand.
Perhaps he was used to street fighting, for when facing Wayne holding a steel sword, he actually wanted to rely on his strong physique to knock him down.
Wayne simply took half a step to the right nimbly and dodged his attack, while the steel sword in his hand stabbed directly into his throat at an upward angle, and then, using the inertia of their bodies when they were offset, cut off half of his neck.
A middle-aged man following behind him was startled by Wayne's clean and neat movements, but he had already rushed in front of Wayne and could only instinctively raise the axe in his hand and chop down while shouting.
Faced with this unskilled attack, Wayne just leaned sideways, without even moving his feet, to avoid the trajectory of the axe blade. The steel sword in his hand chopped down sideways without mercy, directly cutting off the man's two arms holding the axe, and then pulled the steel sword upwards, directly cutting open his stomach.
He fell to the ground, holding his internal organs and wailing miserably.
After killing two people in a row, Wayne shook the blood off the sword and walked a few steps towards the Wild Dog Gang with an expressionless face.
The third gang member who attacked used a rusty sickle. Maybe he was a farmer, so he bent down and tried to cut Wayne's legs with the sickle.
However, he didn't know that the moment he bent down, his neck was exposed.
Wayne had no mercy in his heart, and the steel sword in his hand was even faster. Before the man's sickle touched his legs, the sword flashed and had already chopped off his head.
The blood spurted like a fountain, splashing onto Wayne's face. The warm feeling made him feel more destructive.
Wayne's eyes lit up. After killing three people in a row, he felt that dealing with these humans seemed to be easier than dealing with water ghosts.
Apart from the fact that the water ghosts attacked without hesitation or fear, the biggest difference was that these rabble in front of them had never received any professional training. They relied entirely on instinctive and clumsy attacks. It was simply a joke to think they could fight against a swordsman who had undergone more than ten years of training.
As if he was afraid of Wayne's clean and efficient killing method, he killed three people in less than ten seconds.
Such efficiency is so shocking to these gang members who usually only know how to extort money and bully others by relying on their numbers that it has even shaken their sanity.
Some gang members just felt dizzy, fear lingered in their hearts, and their limbs felt numb.
The bald strong man in the lead was not frightened by the killing in front of him. He gritted his teeth and stared at Wayne's eyes.
As a deserter who had been to the battlefield, although he was not considered brave, he had seen war after all and knew that swordsmanship masters were not much stronger than ordinary people when facing siege.
Seeing that his army was demoralized and morale was unstable, the bald man felt a little timid and fierce. In order to boost morale, he raised the steel knife in his hand, signaled a few trusted men with his eyes, and shouted: "Hold on, come with me, the boss will be here soon."
"By then, this guy will be dead. We must grind him to pieces and avenge our brother."
After shouting this, the bald strong man made up his mind and rushed towards Wayne with his weapon.
(End of this chapter)