Ge Li'an was able to create a heavy rain out of thin air, which made Pan Long's evaluation of him a little higher.

Whether it is Eastern fairy tale or Western fantasy, "calling the wind and rain" is a symbol of masters. It is fine if you have the "wind creation technique" that only has a few dozen meters. Anyone who can affect the weather on a relatively large scale is a very high-level expert.

As soon as Ge Li'an took action, he would create heavy rain, and it seemed that he could really do what he said. Pan Long immediately became more confident in him - maybe he could really fight with Shalofok and his gang back and forth, but he lacked good helpers, so he unfortunately lost his life and death?

So instead of running away, he took a step forward and walked in front of Ge Li'an.

"You need someone to help you stand in front," he said. "The mage is not suitable for fighting alone."

Ge Li'an smiled. This was his first time tonight.

"If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave after a while."

Pan Long also smiled: "There are only two horses in total, let them run away. Maybe I will teleport back when I am beaten to the point of death?"

Before he could finish his words, Emon and Chanem came up from left to right, stood beside him, serving as guards for Gri'an.

"You guys go!" Ge Li'an was furious.

"I'm leaving, I'll win and go together!" Chanem said in a firm tone.

After saying that, he took out his mask and put it on his helmet. He held the sword in both hands and made a fighting posture.

Aimeng moved faster than him, saying, "I think we are very strong", but his feet had already activated the stealth skill, and his body gradually became transparent, hidden in the night, almost invisible.

Seeing that everyone was ready for battle, Ge Li'an was not a pretentious person, so he sighed and said, "There is no way, you have to live together, and you have to die together!"

As he said that, he waved his glowing crutches, and the strong wind rolled up countless branches and leaves of earth and rocks, flying towards the enemy approaching them.

The goblins who rushed in the front were originally excited - bullying the weak was their favorite thing, but when they were smashed by the strong wind, their strong morale was immediately curbed.

"Master!"

"There is a mage!"

These short men shouted in a mess, and more than one of them stopped, revealing the intention of escaping.

Even monsters understand the mystery and power of the spellcaster, and even more understand how dangerous it is to be an enemy of the spellcaster.

But before they could start running, a werewolf waved the machete in his hand and cut down a goblin who was hesitant and dared not rush up close to him.

"Roll! Otherwise, die!" it screamed in a barking voice.

The goblins were startled and continued to rush forward.

"Don't cast spells for now," Pan Long said loudly, "We can deal with just some goblins!"

As he said that, he rushed towards the goblins who were already very close to him.

He waved his long sword and cut down a goblin with one knife. At the same time, he moved his footsteps, avoiding the attacks of other goblins, and then waved the long sword, and another knife.

Although the proficiency of the weapon "Knife" is not very high, it is enough for him.

After all, reality is not a game. There is no situation where you can cut a few times in one round if you have high proficiency, and you can only cut one if you have low proficiency. For people like him who are skilled in all kinds of common weapons, it is natural to use the movement of their feet to gain space and then attack as quickly as possible.

The sword light flashed, and in just two or three seconds, four goblins fell under his knife.

At this time, Chanem had not even had time to decide whether to follow up? Or should he continue to stand in front of Ge Li'an.

When did the goblins see such a fierce warrior? They suddenly screamed in a mess.

"Magnificent warrior!"

"Danger!"

"No more fight!"

The jackals waved their machetes again and killed the second goblin.

"Occurrence! Otherwise, die!"

The goblins continued to move forward helplessly, but Pan Long's long sword was waving faster and faster. Each knife could cut down one. He almost turned into a wall alone, making it impossible for the goblins to break through; it was like drawing a line of death on the ground, and every goblin who dared to cross the line would die immediately, without exception.

This path located in the woods is not wide enough. The narrow terrain limits the goblins and prevents them from fully leveraging their number advantages.

In fact, they could bypass Pan Long by just scattering to both sides and rushing into the woods. But... the zombies behind them would not allow them.

As old neighbors, they know the virtues of goblins best. Faced with such powerful enemies, gathering goblins on the road can consume some of the enemy's strength and bring some useful damage to the enemy. If they are allowed to scatter into the woods, they will definitely escape immediately, and don't expect them to continue fighting.

Shocked by the long sword that dripped from blood, the goblins collapsed again, but were once again forced forward by the machete that was also dripping from behind.

These little monsters who are usually keen to attack single travelers, or sneak into villages to steal livestock and money, or even kill children and the elderly, engrave bullying and fear into their bones. Faced with the sharp blades on both sides, they can only repeat this miserable process with grievance.

But neither the wereggars nor Pan Long would sympathize with them.

On the contrary, if possible, no matter which side, they actually want to kill them all.

Finally, after falling down the sixteenth goblin - three of them were cut to death by zombies, the goblins could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts, and made crazy and miserable screams, rushing into the woods on both sides of the road.

I heard the screams spread farther and farther away, and it was obvious that they were really frightened this time.

"I hope they can learn from their lessons and stop provoking humans again in the future." Pan Long said with a smile, "If this happens, you may be able to live a few more days."

"They! Live more. You! Dead now!" said a particularly tall and deep voice among the werewolf.

Pan Long shook his head: "If you want me to die, you can't rely on your mouth."

He then smiled contemptuously: "Oh, I'm not right. You guys have very powerful mouths. I'll be really careful when I wait a moment, don't get drooled on them. That's too disgusting."

The jackals shouted angrily and rushed over together.

The road in the forest was not wide enough, and it could only accommodate three zombies to charge side by side, so the other three ran to the woods next to them and tried to encircle them together.

At this time, the woods were already very dark and could hardly see around them. But Pan Long's eyes were slightly glowing in the darkness, pouring his true energy into his eyes, allowing him to temporarily gain the ability to see things clearly in the darkness.

It's not very clear, but it's enough to see the jackals rushing over.

(If I can change my position again, no matter the advanced profession in the thief, I will have the "Sharp Eye" skill. At that time, no matter whether it is fog or darkness, it will not hinder my sight.)

This thought flashed through his heart, and was quickly replaced by a boiling fighting spirit.

Facing the six aggressive werewolfs, he not only did not retreat, but continued to rush forward.

The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!

The jackals never expected that Pan Long would dare to rush up, but he took the lead and slashed him with a knife.

There was no sword light in the dark night, only the sharp sword wind was mixed in the strong wind summoned by Ge Li'an.

In the sound of the wind, the zombie who was rushing in front suddenly froze, his quick steps slowed down, and his right hand, which raised the machete, also fell down, and then he fell to his face.

Blood flowed out of its throat, passing through life.

But Pan Long was also hit.

The skills of the jackals are far beyond the reach of goblins, and their courage is even better than that of an excellent army. Pan Long killed the werewolf who rushed in front with a sword, which would not shock their accomplices, but would only make them even more angry.

Even though Pan Long reacted quickly and almost never stopped, he could only choose to get a knife when facing two knives.

The knife in the left shoulder is not heavy. The armor made of tough northern monster leather is not inferior to ordinary metal. It dissolves most of the power, just a slight flesh injury.

Pan Long ignored his injuries at all and continued to swing his sword. Taking advantage of the clumsy sword technique that the two werewolves could not recover with one blow, he stabbed into the throat of the second zombie.

Unlike goblins, these gnolls are wearing armor. They are made of armor made by strapping thick metal strips side by side with chains, called slat armor. Of course, its defense is not as good as the armor made of thick metal pieces, but it is unlikely to cut it through with an ordinary steel knife in a hurry.

So he could only use the throat and face armor that could not be protected by the attack.

The sword wind came from behind, and the leather armor was cut off again, and two were injured this time.

Three werewolfs rushed out of the woods on both sides to double-team. Pan Long didn't even have time to choose the right direction to avoid it, so he could only dodge subconsciously and dodge one knife.

Chanem, who was guarding Ge Li'an, had no ability to see night vision, but he clearly heard Pan Long's humming when he was shot in the knife.

"Damn it!" he shouted, "Father, help me with a spell!"

"No." Ge Li'an rejected him, "The Owl's Eye has not lasted for a long time, and it's not the time."

"I can't watch my companions fight alone and remain indifferent!" Chanem was furious.

"Those werewolves alone can't beat him." Ge Li'an said calmly, "Prepare the healing potion and help him with a simple bandage."

As he was talking, Pan Long cut down two more zombies and was also hit twice.

His body was already bloody. Although these wounds were not deep, even if they were just skin wounds, they would still bleed.

Moreover, he has many enemies.

Not to mention the remaining two zombies, the two ogres are slowly approaching.

What's even more terrifying is that Shalofok is also walking slowly.

He gasped and waved his long sword to block the attack of a werewolf. He used the word "belt" to bring the machete aside, and then changed his sword force and wiped it through its neck.

The werewolf made a giggle from his throat and fell down dejectedly.

Pan Long originally planned to get another knife, but heard the sound of a sharp blade piercing his body from behind and the screams of the zombie's dying screams.

"Sorry, I've only found a chance now." Aimon's voice became less brisk. "If their armor is too strong and cannot penetrate the gaps in the armor, the dagger will have no way to use them."

Pan Long smiled: "You have helped a lot."

"What's next?"
Chapter completed!