Ordinary invisibility cannot hide aggressive actions, which is likely to be related to the emotional fluctuations generated during attack. Perhaps it would be better to leave this question to halflings who are proficient in psychic supernatural powers. During the battle, Zhao Mai really didn't have the energy to think about these corners and corners.

He and Butcher walked around on both sides, attacking the scorpion and lion beast on the left and right. The monster, which was inspired by the psychic power, was biting a white-robed sand thief and pulling out the internal organs from her soft belly. To deal with this animal, he had to use heavy weapons to smash its skull. Like the one who used a bone dagger just now, he could only cut the outer skin and cause a shallow wound, which had little impact on the battle situation.

The thieves did not dare to surround them, so they could only use the stone-capping rope to launch stones to counterattack. The scorpion lion beast twisted its body, blocked the stone bullet with its corpse, and howled angrily. However, although he was angry, he turned a blind eye to Zhao Mai and Butcher. The others, whether it was the thieves, the mantis or the halfling, could guess the roughly just by thinking about it.

The mantis man knew that the scorpion lion had a great restraint on the sand thieves, and in the case of unfavorable situation, he could not waste the thug in vain. He swung the whip hard and forced the enemy to retreat. Unexpectedly, the sand thief who had a fierce dragon spirit and tiger holding a big stone hammer did not resist and took the initiative to give up the path. The mantis man jumped violently and rushed towards Zhao Mai's back.

"Be careful!" A sand thief shouted foolishly, which reminded Zhao Mai. The druid whistled and ordered the war dogs hiding in vain as a reserve team to attack. The reserved grain saved the owner and rushed out of a corner of the battlefield and hit the mantis' thigh with his head. The mantis man said nothing and slashed horizontally with a bone-tooth dagger. The war dog's leather armor was cut into a large hole, and some hair was lost in the reserved grain.

"Stupid lion, attack to the right!" The half-length man roared and ordered to pass along with his spiritual supernatural powers. At the same time, Zhao Mai and Butcher had launched an attack. The long sword slid past like a meteor, slashing the neck of the scorpion lion beast with all his strength. Zhao Mai was more steady, knowing that when the head was attacked, the scorpion lion beast's tail was its biggest counterattack. So he raised the giant toothed beast, stabbed the scorpion tail from behind, and then twisted it horizontally, tearing off a piece of tail.

The blood with paralysis venom splashed out, and Zhao Mai hurriedly avoided it, and at this time the mantis man rushed over. It was delayed by the reserved grain and lost the best chance to save the game, causing the Scorpion-tailed lion to be severely damaged, and this anger had to be vented on Zhao Mai!

"Little thief, die!" The mantis was speechless when he spoke, always with rustling noises. He used a whip, a stick and a dagger to launch a continuous attack on Zhao Mai.

The martial arts of the mantis man always reveal beauty. Regardless of the size of the movement, a sense of elegance is uncontrollable. Beauty often represents efficiency, and the pursuit of efficiency beauty has long been integrated into the bloodline of the mantis man race. Zhao Mai became busy after only four moves, with all the defense lines, and there was no chance to aim and pull the trigger. Although the mantis man didn't know what the muzzle of a muzzle is, it could still use multiple weapons to force the long spear blade out of the threat range.

The long whip was thrown over from an unexpected angle and wrapped around Zhao Mai's neck. The whip, as rough as sand and gravel, kept tightening, cutting off blood and oxygen. Zhao Mai wanted to cut off the whip, but had to use the giant toothed beast to block the dagger that stabbed his heart first. Seeing the stick pulling towards the sun from the other side of the blurry corner of his eyes, he could only try to pull his shoulders back, hoping that the giant toothed beast would be able to get there. With a loud "clang" sound, his ears were numb.

The sand thief had long dispersed to deal with other enemies, while Butcher was still making the final break with the crazy struggling scorpion lion beast. "Grandpa" and four subordinates had already forced the mantis man into the corner. Seeing Zhao Mai who was about to be strangled to death, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised under the scarf. Although there was still half-length person who had not solved it, the current fighting rhythm was what he wanted most.

Suddenly, a spear stabbed from his side and penetrated into his ribs. With anger and horror, he saw his confusing eyes. "You dare to betray me?" Grandpa roared, and the stone hammer roared and smashed the man's head.

The wounds under the ribs were painful, and the blood dyed the robe red, like a blooming rose. They all wore armor under the white robe. "Grandpa" was still a hard armor made of sand lizard beast scale skin. But no one should know that this armor did not protect the side waist. This should be the secret in the secret?!

There is no traitor, it is impossible that there is only one traitor. It takes great courage to betray, but a person alone cannot gather such great courage. As for the sand thief who was killed by the mantis in the chaos? It seems that there is a traitor, because those who fight with the enemy with all their hearts will not be killed so quickly.

The stone hammer in his hand became hot, like sand under the scorching sun, like her skin. It seemed that memories of the past appeared in front of him, and some forgotten fragments also emerged. By the way, he remembered that Latuma's sister was pushed into the quicksand pit and drowned. Although she deserved the crime of not accepting discipline, would Latuma hide her sinister thoughts until now and have been planning revenge in secret?

The more he thought about it, the more he seemed to be hiding something. The grandfather took a deep breath, avoided the mantis' weapon, quietly picked up a stone, and threw it out. The flying stone bounced on the ground, turned a curve and hit Ratuma's knee. Just a stagger, the guy who "hidden evil intentions" knelt on the ground and just rolled in front of him.

He looked down and saw Rathuma reaching his hand into his arms, trying to take out something. "You traitor!" Grandpa was furious and hit his hammer hard, smashing his upper body into pieces. From the middle of his fingers that had turned into paste, Grandpa really found a dagger, a sharp dagger polished with obsidian. "This is the evidence!" He picked up the dagger and showed it to others: "They are all rebellious..."

Before the word "力" was shouted out, his stomach was penetrated by a stone spear. The mantis man had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time and finally could solve the problem of this master holding a hammer. The grandfather roared angrily, but he did not retreat at all. He grabbed the spear with one hand and pulled it deeper, and raised the hammer with the other hand and smashed it. The mantis man was very flexible, but their insect-like slender bodies were not strong, and the way to fight head-on was not possible. Moreover, no matter it was a whip or a bone-tooth dagger, it could not stop the heavy stone hammer. The mantis man's shoulder was hit into his chest, and green blood splattered everywhere. It could not even make a wail, and it was hit by the hammer again, exploding like a watermelon.

The old man tried hard to pull out the stone spear. Such a severe injury could no longer heal itself, and even the doctor would be helpless. Unless a priest or high-level sage can jump out of the crack of the mountain, the life would be explained. He lifted his robe and wanted to see how much time he had left, but unexpectedly found that he only had a wound on his stomach and had no injuries on his waist. What was going on? He was a little confused.

On the side of the battlefield, the half-ling's eyes dimmed. He took back the spiritual tentacles in the leader's brain and began to choose the next target to control. These thieves lacked mental protection in their minds, so it was not troublesome to do things, but this was very energetic after all. Soon, he stared at the big guy, who could actually pull off the head of the scorpion lion with his hands. He was really born with divine power!

As for the man who was about to be strangled, his weapon was quite valuable, enough to make up for the loss this time, and then he could make a lot of money!
Chapter completed!