After understanding Diabo's power, Wang Xing continued his summons without stopping.
According to the skill of enslaving demons, the strength of the demons he can summon to enslave is limited by himself. When summoned, it will be restricted by its own level, and after summoning, it needs to occupy its own willpower.
The higher the willpower, the more demons can be enslaved and controlled.
Wang Xing looked at his more than 100 willpower and recalled the old witch he met at the beginning, but she didn't leave on her own.
Sure enough, in the next few days, Wang Xing kept summoning non-stop, and nearly a hundred demons appeared, which greatly enriched Wang Xing's own power.
In the subsequent summonings, Wang Xing made various attempts, and the results can be summarized in one sentence. As long as the method of summoning is not too different from his own, he can basically summon demons with corresponding signs from different regions.
I don't know whether it's because of the level of the demons' strength, or whether the different areas he summoned are actually not far apart. The demons Wang Xing summoned were basically shadow demons.
The strength of these shadow demons varies. The powerful ones are like Diabo, while the weak ones are the shadow demons of the witch he killed that can kill in one blow.
Wang Xing organized these shadow demons into two teams according to the order and strength of the summons based on the strength at hand.
The first team is the shadow demon headed by Diabo. Diabo has more than a hundred bodies. In the area where the opponent lives, there are constant melees between demons. As shadow demons of the shadow demon clan, not long after they were born, they began to be recruited into the external legion to fight.
Most of the enemies they fight are other ethnic groups, mostly other ethnic groups also called demons, and there are also small groups of humans or other elites from other races that have penetrated into their territory.
Diabo was attacked by a group of elite murlocs, and a large number of his men died. When there were only a few people left in the entire team, he received the summons from the formation and hurriedly responded and came here to avoid death.
Diabo's more than thirty demons all hurriedly responded to the formation summons when they were being chased by other enemies. The physical strength of these people is generally over seventy, and everyone is an elite.
The other team's elite shadow demons were in a different situation.
They were fighting against enemy demons, but they lost the opponent and refused to let them go, or they infiltrated into different ethnic groups, or failed in the battle, or were discovered, and had no choice but to respond after the power of the formation appeared. Under Wang Xing's command.
Compared to the failure of the internal battle, this group of people looked down on Diabo and others who failed in the battle with foreigners and surrendered.
Except for the leader, these monsters are stronger than Diabo, with a physical body of one hundred and fifty. The other ten or so who belong to the physical body average around ninety to one hundred points. The other dozen or so have physical bodies around seventy. The remaining hundred or so people are all people with physical strength of thirty to fifty.
Although Wang Xing was able to kill these monsters instantly, it was undeniable that compared with the farmers in the village, each of these monsters was a well-deserved elite.
The demons from these two teams, Diabo and Elite, followed Wang Xing as followers after they transformed.
Their identity is that they are followers who are coming slowly behind Wang Xing.
Another group of more monsters are predicting the witch's activity range in the forest. Don't alert the witch when you meet her.
Because after Wang Xing summoned so many demons, some of them were temporarily unable to provide enough food for these demons, and an idea naturally came to his mind.
With so many troops at hand, how could he still be a thug who was ordered around?
Let's just take advantage of the elite group of lord's men to attack the witch and see how strong the witch and the lord's men are.
If these people are really too powerful to handle on their own, then they will fish in troubled waters and kill as many weaklings as possible, obtain resources and skills, and expand the combat effectiveness of their own men to the extent that they can contain one party and continue to exist.
If neither of them works, then you can bet on both ends. The decision to maximize your interests is to eliminate them all, but to maintain the status quo and become the person behind them.
As for the actual approach, we can only decide what to do when the time comes.
Although Wang Xing can still continue to summon monsters, the number of beasts active nearby, according to his estimation, will definitely not be enough for the monsters to eat and drink normally if he continues to summon them.
And a lot of time had passed, and he needed to come to the village and contact the militiamen and elite soldiers who had arrived in advance.
The tax official who left at the beginning said very well, hoping that he would take charge of the overall situation here, and even directly gave him a precious synthetic stone as a reward for killing a famous old witch.
But who knows if the tax official was afraid of his power and chose to take out his treasure to save his life?
Wang Xing returned to the village at noon with the followers he had gone out to meet in name.
At this time, in the square in the center of the village, the village chief and several relatively sturdy farmers stood waiting with farm tools in their hands.
In the wider open space, there were more than a dozen elite human soldiers standing neatly, wearing breastplates and helmets, holding long swords in their hands, and hanging long swords on their waists.
The elites were staggered in two rows in the station. The lining at the front was not linen, but blue shirts were deliberately used as the background color to highlight different leaders.
Behind this group of people, there is a square formation of six horizontal and vertical ones, a total of forty-two people wearing linen clothes of roughly the same shape, wearing small hats on their heads, holding wooden poles in their hands that have been sharpened, with a total length of more than three meters. Militiamen with spears.
Wang Xing is now wearing armor, and when the armor around his helmet is pushed up, he looks like he is wearing a visor with rims on all sides, but he is strong and an elite armor-piercing expert.
After the followers Diabo and others behind Wang Xing were transformed one by one, according to Wang Xing's request, the targets were Hu Jie's followers, who were powerful mercenaries wearing leather armor.
As Wang Xing appeared, elite soldiers lined up in front of the phalanx, striding forward with their swords on their waists and their heads held high.
"Report to the local command, the noble Benjamin personally led the team, led 36 elite swordsmen, and 200 militiamen, and came to wait for dispatch!"
Wang Xing glanced at the square formation behind him. There were twelve swordsmen and forty-two militiamen behind him. Including Benjamin, there were not even sixty people.
"Where are the others?" Wang Xing asked.
"Everyone is already here!" Benjamin opened his eyes and told lies.
Wang Xing knew clearly. It seemed that the person in front of him was not here to listen to his orders, but to give him a blow.
"I can feel that your physical strength should not exceed fifty. Why do you think you can tell lies in front of me?"
