Perona sensed that the number of members of the Wizard's Guild had increased to more than twenty, but they did not come directly towards the exit of the passage in front of them, but went eastward.
Mo Bei felt that these people must have taken the bait, otherwise they would not deliberately avoid this exit.
From the two appearances of these people, he could roughly imagine the movements of the following people.
The few people who appeared before must have noticed the soul beacons they carried after leaving the isolation circle, so they immediately retracted and summoned more people to surround and kill them.
Not only did this soul beacon not cause any fatal danger to them, it was actually very useful at this time. grab, grab, grab
"You are divided into two groups. Enter the ruins. Be careful to stay hidden. Don't act rashly yet. Wait for my signal." Mo Bei pointed to a dense building ruins on the west side and motioned for Berg and the others to enter it.
Berg took the order and immediately led everyone to disperse in the ruins and quickly hid. Everyone's movements seemed to be extremely skillful.
Mo Bei couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. Although the success rate of these people's robberies was low, they had practiced their basic skills well. . .
"Are we going to hide too?" Akali asked.
"Well, let's just stay here. Just wait and avenge the ambush." Mo Bei grinned at her.
Akali showed a hint of cunning on her face, looking like a little fiery red fox. She no longer delayed, swept aside with Ned and Alvin, and disappeared into the ruins.
"They dispersed." Perona said, looking around among the ruins shrouded in moonlight, as if she could see the figure of the other party through the layers of ruins.
Mo Bei led the two of them back a little, and after a moment, he saw figures surrounding them from different directions.
What followed was a burst of unbearable laughter, which made him frown, thinking to himself that this person probably followed the mouse to pick up tangerine peel pills when he was a child, otherwise his voice would not be so unpleasant.
"Haha, I discovered it first this time. Don't grab it from me. When I gain the ability to transform, I will definitely benefit you."
A man soared into the sky like a big bird, crossed the ruins, and landed four or five feet in front of Mo Bei, shouting to the surroundings with his broken voice.
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Mo Bei glanced at him, and then took a clear look at the other approaching members of the Wizarding Council one by one.
There are twenty-seven people in total, and their equipment levels are obviously uneven. Looking at the different expressions on their faces, it can be seen that the status and strength of these people in the organization are directly linked.
"What an unexpected surprise. He actually came to our door with a soul beacon. Stop struggling and let me take your heads to get a reward. I promise to give you a good time." The barbarian Keep making noise.
"Ferguson, shut your mouth!" A man walked out from the side and shouted coldly at the barbarian, very dissatisfied with his lack of speech.
"Hey, what's there to worry about? With so many of us, how can we let these three escape?" The barbarian responded nonchalantly. Seeing that the encirclement was complete, he was already ready to attack.
"It's indeed a surprise. You can take the credit, but the armor belongs to me."
"What the hell are you doing as an assassin with that kind of heavy armor? You're not even strong enough. Do you want to lie down on the ground and act like a bastard?"
"Ha ha ha ha.."
More than twenty people surrounded Mo Bei and the others in a fan shape, as if they were sure to kill the three of them. They mocked each other unscrupulously, verbally distributed their equipment, and slowly closed the circle. They didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. look.
Seeing that the human wall was almost closed, Mo Bei asked:
"Did you just say that this is your stronghold?"
"How's it going? Are you surprised or surprised?" The barbarian chuckled, his eyes full of sadistic pleasure.
"Is that all there are? Isn't your organization a bit shabby?"
"Do you want to die in a grand way?"
The members of the Wizarding Association sneered with disdain. They felt that the more Mo Bei pretended to be calm, the more pleasure they would feel in killing him.
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, my ears are a bit hurt." Mo Bei said, tapping the metal boots on his feet with the tip of his sword, making a sonorous sword sound.
Hundreds of people behind him moved upon hearing the sound, and in an instant they appeared among the ruins, like a huge bracket, surrounding the fan-shaped circle composed of more than twenty people in the middle.
This turn of events shocked them, and they realized that the boy in front of them was not pretending to be calm at all, they had been ambushed!
This damn Ferguson is simply a loser!
Mo Bei saw the twenty-odd people changing from sneers to dumbstruck, and he felt happy, and asked to add insult to injury:
"How's it going? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
After saying this, without waiting for any reaction from them, he charged forward with a wave of the war blade. Akali and others followed closely, encircling them from both sides and killing these people.
For these people, there was no possibility of contending with the strangulation of hundreds of people. After Mo Bei chopped down one person, he trampled him under his feet, intending to keep him alive. However, he was shot with an arrow by some hand-struck guy and was poisoned. He was dead. When he saw that the battle was almost over, he quickly shouted
"Slow down, slow down! Leave one alive!"
When Akali heard the sound, she lowered her sword a few inches and cut off the opponent's right arm, then kicked him to the ground and stepped forward to hold him hostage.
When Mo Bei saw it was the noisy barbarian, he waved his hands and shouted with disgust:
"Don't do that. The sound is too unpleasant. I'll kill you."
Akali glanced at Mo Bei with a hint of resentment, and decisively drove the tip of the sword into the back of the barbarian's neck, preventing him from even screaming before his death.
Fortunately, Mo Bei shouted in time, and Beig and the others also left two alive and dragged them over.
These two people looked very miserable and seemed to have only half their lives left. Mo Bei asked one of them:
"How many people are down there?"
The man stared at Mo Bei in silence. Judging from the expression on his face, it seemed that he had not yet recovered from the change in the situation.
Mo Bei raised his sword and chopped it to death, then turned to look at the other person.
The only member of the Wizarding Council who was still alive shuddered fiercely and immediately said:
"There are still forty or fifty people! Most of them are performing tasks outside, so there are not many people left in the stronghold, and most of them are responsible for logistics."
"How many people are there outside?"
"I don't know exactly, but there should be more than a hundred people."
"Where are the other strongholds?"
"Ah? Are there other bases?"
"There's none?"
"I...I don't know either..."
"Take out the map below."
"If you don't have a map, I can show you the way!"
"No."
Mo Bei refused directly and gave him a sword.
"..."
Everyone was speechless, this operation was a bit suffocating. . .
"You are using people as wipes, just throw them away after use..." Alvin said with a corner of his mouth.
"Will you keep it after you use it..." Mo Bei asked. fantasy
"Fuck. That's not what I meant..."
"He turned into a werewolf to deal with it, so he never wiped it out." Ned said.
"Fart! Fart!" Alvin became angry and rushed towards Ned.
Mo Bei laughed and asked Berg and the other captains to quickly distribute the equipment to these people. Then he walked to the entrance of the underground passage, kicked off the wooden board, and jumped down.
