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Laine quickly gave up drawing his sword.
Because he could feel powerful magic energy gathering at the caravan's last stronghold.
The female sorcerer made her move.
After a long period of preparation, the female sorcerer finally gathered enough Mana, different from the blue ice magic energy from before, the magic power around Teresa now gleamed with a dazzling golden-red color.
The mountains shook, the forest trembled.
This is the strongest spell that Councillor Jialan currently possesses, the Seventh-Ring Mind Magic, Soul Roar.
A fear that came from deep within the soul pierced like needles into the survivors' minds in the caravan. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⟡fire.net
Arcs of light surrounded Teresa's beautiful figure, then swept across the entire forest with her movements, the golden-red ripples brushing over the trees and land, extinguishing all torches in an instant, amidst the mountain-call and tsunami-like roar, all the beastmen who rushed into the camp painfully clutched their heads and squatted down, golden-red lightning in their minds seared their souls, many horned beasts dropped their weapons on the ground in agony, while the weaker inferior horned beasts, chaos war dogs, and razor beasts lost their ability to resist, their fragile heads burst like balloons, exploding into countless blood flowers.
The caravan members also suffered serious impacts, the weaker mercenaries similarly clutched their heads and wailed, only a few elite tier individuals could barely move despite the intense mental shock, taking the opportunity to kill the beastmen in the camp who lost their ability to resist, led by Rost and Aik.
"Quick! My magic won't last long!" Teresa, pale-faced, shouted urgently at Laine, then urged the mercenaries and guards, "Quick, hurry up!"
"Ow ow ow~~~" Just as the female sorcerer finished speaking, a shrill howl came from the depths of the forest, and in the darkness, a bloody war flag rose from the dense coniferous forest, this flag made entirely from human skin, a human head hanging from its tip.
This howling seemed to pierce the human heart, the caravan members who intended to pursue were overwhelmed by a deep sense of fear, an icy sensation penetrating their bones, slowing their steps, hesitant to move forward, as if there were terrifying presences deep within the forest.
"Ah?!" Estelle called out in a trembling voice, "What is that?"
"What is it?" Rost clutched his side, surrounded by pitch darkness, unable to see anything.
"That's the druid's head, the Tree Planter is dead, his skin made into a flag, his head turned into a trophy!" The half-elf possessed dark vision but now wished he didn't have such an ability.
The terrible sight drained the already weary body of his will to pursue.
Upon hearing the howling, all beastmen not dead but dazed suddenly regained their senses, dropping their weapons and fleeing back into the forest, the sound gradually fading away, and as it disappeared to the farthest distance, Laine felt an indescribably foul and chaotic gaze sweep over him before vanishing without a trace.
"What was that? A Great Demon of Chaos? If so, none of us could survive." Laine could feel the terrifying force filled with frenzy, bloodlust, and filth, that probably was what Yurik referred to as a Great Unclean One.
The enemy was the Beastman Warband that worshipped the Blood God, which was within Laine's acceptance range, as the Blood God's followers disliked group activities, Laine also gave up pursuit, venturing into the forest in the dark with the beastmen was akin to seeking death, seeing the beastmen retreat, Laine returned to the camp.
A stench of blood wafted into his nostrils.
Yes, the beastmen have retreated.
The camp lacked the joy of victory, no wine or songs.
There was only the endless corpses and a messy camp, Laine trudged through the sea of bodies and blood, seeing a mercenary on the ground with several fatal wounds, his body in disarray from being gnawed on, yet Laine immediately recognized him.
He was Simon, who previously had a conflict with Laine at the dock, now the little mercenary's scattered eyes told everything.
"Woo woo woo~ Simon~ Simon!!! Wake up, wake up, I am Banda! Get up quickly, we can't stay here long, get up!" A young figure appeared, falling onto the corpse and crying loudly.
"...Banda? Get up, he's already dead." Laine stood behind Banda and said.
The little mercenary ignored him, only weeping continuously.
The Blood Axe Mercenary Corps suffered heavy losses in this battle, now only a dozen people could stand.
Laine didn't bother with him, for a fierce argument had erupted where the group gathered, as Viert stood before Teresa, his voice filled with anger and sadness, "Lady Trovik? You promised me back then."
"...." Teresa, supported by Amelia, barely stood, her face pale, biting her lips tightly, unable to respond to Viert's questioning.
"You promised me back then!!!" Viert threw down the two-handed greatsword, crazily trying to approach the female sorcerer's body, who instinctively backed away, her beautiful face showing even a trace of unease, "I don't know..."