Chapter 45

Wayne's handsome appearance is very deterrent, especially the cold killing intent revealed in every move, which made these small thieves who only run rampant in the city instinctively feel a trace of fear.

However, after all, they occupied a huge advantage in numbers. Excluding the seven or eight people who had been slaughtered by Wayne, they still had nearly twenty people left in the farm, and counting the vicious dogs they had trained, this number had exceeded forty.

With such a quantity, let alone encircling and suppressing one person, even if it is to slaughter a village, it is more than enough.

A bald scar-faced strong man carrying a steel knife, who might be a small leader in the Wild Dog Gang, was the first to react from the shock, and immediately grabbed a small minion beside him and shouted at him:

"Go and notify the boss, a strong enemy is attacking us, let the boss come to support us."

After saying this, the bald strong man pushed away the small minion, pointed at Wayne with the steel knife in his hand, and roared:

"Don't be afraid, this bastard is only one person, one sword."

"Even if you are awesome, we have so many people, one spit each can drown him."

"All give me up, let the dogs bite him to death."

Having received the leader's order, the other Wild Dog Gang members seemed to have gained courage, and they put two fingers into their mouths, blowing a series of loud whistles.

And hearing these whistles, the vicious dogs following them seemed to have received orders, their expressions and movements became more fierce, their eyes were fierce, their mouths made harsh barking, and they swarmed towards Wayne.

The number of these vicious dogs is about twenty. After professional training, whether it is strength or speed, they are no weaker than wild wolves.

Running wildly on four legs, it only took a few seconds to rush in front of Wayne.

However, facing these wild beasts with blood basins and mouths, Wayne had a strategy in his heart early on. The so-called hair is weak to fire. These vicious dogs with shiny hair and whole body hair are just torches waiting to be ignited.

Before the Wild Dog Gang people issued orders, he had already accumulated chaos magic in his hands. When four or five of the strongest vicious dogs rushed in front of him, an Igni Sign that condensed about one-third of the magic power in his body sprayed out instantly.

The orange-red flame with suffocating high temperature immediately shrouded the space about ten meters in front of Wayne. Not only were the few vicious dogs rushing to the front directly ignited, but even some vicious dogs in the rear were affected.

Their shiny hair became the best combustion aid, and they were ignited into torches one after another in the hot flames.

The harsh barking also turned into desperate wails of death, and a fishy smell of burnt hair soon permeated the farm.

Fire is the nemesis of all animals, and no animal is not afraid of fire.

Seeing that almost half of their kind were burned to coke, the vicious dogs that were originally aggressive tucked their tails, scratched the ground uneasily with their four limbs, and no matter how their masters called, they dared not move forward.

Wayne squinted his eyes and looked at the results of the sign with satisfaction. The destructive power caused by his multiple-enhanced Igni Sign can no longer be called a trick, and it is not much less than the fire spells of sorcerers.

If some sorcerers saw this scene, they might also be surprised and open their mouths.

And those Wild Dog Gang members in the farm who had never seen the world were all scared silly. As a group of ruffians in the city, they had never seen a real spellcaster. The power of the Igni Sign severely hit their confidence.

They were originally a mob. Facing Wayne's such rapid slaughter, several gang members were already scared to drop their weapons, their footsteps were floating, and they took a few steps back.

They muttered in their mouths:

"Wizard, it's a wizard! Those monsters came to kill us."

The bald strong man's courage was not bad. Wayne's spell did not scare him. He quietly swallowed his saliva, observed the timid emotions of his subordinates, thought of the boss's punishment for losers, immediately controlled the emotion of fear, hardened his heart, and roared:

"Don't be afraid, all rush forward, he can definitely only release the spell once."

"We have many people, as long as we surround him, he will die."

Seeing that the crowd was still hesitant, he immediately threatened:

"Think about Verus's end, that guy is now eaten without even slag left. If you run away, the boss will definitely take you to feed Horg later."

The Horg mentioned by the bald strong man seemed to be very deterrent. After hearing this name, the originally scattered Wild Dog Gang members immediately regained their courage.

Several simple-minded guys directly raised the weapons in their hands and rushed towards Wayne while howling.

This time, Wayne did not choose to release other signs that consumed huge magic power, but put a layer of Quen shield on himself, and faced the few people rushing towards him head-on.

Although the power of the sign is greater, I don't know what kind of enemies will be encountered later, so he needs to save magic power.

The first person Wayne had to face was a strong fat man. This guy was full of fat, wearing a set of brown leather armor, holding a wolf tooth stick in his hand.

Probably used to street fighting, facing Wayne holding a steel sword, he actually wanted to rely on his strong body to pounce on him.

Wayne just took half a step to the right agilely, his body dodged his pounce, and the steel sword in his hand stabbed into his throat in an upward oblique way, and then, taking advantage of the inertia when the two bodies staggered, directly cut off half of his neck.

A middle-aged man behind him was startled by Wayne's clean and neat movements, but he had already rushed in front of Wayne and could only instinctively raise the axe in his hand and chop it down while shouting.

Facing this kind of attack without any technique, Wayne just turned sideways, without even moving his footsteps, and avoided the trajectory of the axe blade. The steel sword in his hand chopped down mercilessly, directly cutting off the two arms of the man holding the axe, and then pulled the steel sword upward, directly cutting open his stomach.

Let him fall to the ground, only able to hold his internal organs and wail miserably.

Killing two people in a row, Wayne flicked the blood on the sword, and walked towards the Wild Dog Gang people with no expression.

The third gang member who attacked used a rusty sickle. Perhaps he was a farmer, and he actually took a different path, bending down, wanting to cut Wayne's legs with the sickle.

But he didn't know that the moment he bent down, he just exposed his neck.

Wayne had no pity in his heart, and the steel sword in his hand was faster. Before the man's sickle touched his legs, the sword light flashed, and he had already directly cut off his head.

The sprayed blood splashed on Wayne's face like a fountain. The warm feeling made him feel more destructive desire.

Wayne's eyes were shining, and after killing three people in a row, he felt that dealing with these humans seemed easier than dealing with drowners.

Besides the fact that drowners attack without hesitation and without fear, the biggest difference is that these mobs in front of him have not received professional training at all, and they rely entirely on instinct-style clumsy attacks to want to fight with a swordsmanship master who has received more than ten years of training. It is simply a joke.

It seems that because of Wayne's clean and neat killing methods, killing three people in less than ten seconds.

Such efficiency is simply too impactful for these gangsters who only know how to blackmail and bully people by relying on their large numbers on weekdays, and even shook their sanity.

Some gang members only felt that their heads were dizzy, fear lingered in their hearts, and their limbs had a feeling of numbness.

The leading bald strong man was not scared by the slaughter in front of him. He gritted his teeth and stared at Wayne's eyes.

As a deserter who had been on the battlefield, although he could not be considered brave, he had seen war and knew that swordsmanship masters would not be much stronger than ordinary people when facing siege.

Seeing that his side was already scattered and the military heart was unstable, the bald strong man flashed a trace of cowardice and fierceness in his heart. In order to boost morale, he raised the steel knife in his hand, signaled a few confidants with his eyes, and shouted loudly:

"Hold on, rush with me, the boss will be here soon."

"By then, this guy will be dead, we must smash him into pieces and smash him into corpses to avenge our brothers."

After shouting this, the bald strong man hardened his heart, took the weapon, and rushed towards Wayne.

(End of chapter)