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168 Whiplash Mastery(3/4)

On the hillside.

A group of hornlike demons emerged carelessly.

Ignore the red robe's lookout whistle.

They ignited a car of "traveling thorns"!

In a moment.

The thick poisonous smoke rose up from the ground.

In the breeze,

The rolling smoke rushed towards the tree houses.

An alarm sounded immediately from the lookout post.

But with the fuel of the woodpecker.

The poisonous smoke rolled faster than they imagined.

The alarm sounded as soon as it sounded.

The camp was already dark like a sun-blocking darkness!

In an instant.

The red robes were in chaos.

This smoke is not only toxic.

And it seriously affected their sight.

Some of the alert Hongpao began to take various measures to fight the sudden smoke.

But at this moment.

A scream suddenly rang out!

In the smoke.

It seems like a group of beasts coming and going like lightning.

They are free to marching in the poisonous fog.

A ruthless attack was launched on the red robes who had lost their vision!

Very soon.

The screams were connected.

Many Honglang didn't understand what was going on.

Then he died suddenly!

...

In the black fog.

Roger rode on Sack, and the Red Moon in his hand was as terrifying as the sickle of the God of Death.

Reaped several rounds back and forth.

Most of the red robes hid in the tree house!

And the center of the camp.

A long-awaited tornado rose up on the ground!

A red-haired extraordinary mage stood on the roof of a tree with a pale face.

He held up his staff.

His eyes were full of vigilance.

"There is only one extraordinary person left in this camp?"

Seeing this scene.

Roger was a little surprised.

...

"Tip: You have encountered the extraordinary mage Rodman"

...

Next second.

Roger slapped Sack in the butt:

"Kill him!"

“As you wish.”

Sack rushed to the bottom of the treehouse like a storm.

His agility is as high as 21 o'clock.

This can often play a final role in raids.

Between howling.

His claws slammed into the roof.

But Rodman was wary of it, and he predicted Sack's route of action.

Under his quick chant.

A very large-scale "fossil into mud" suddenly took shape.

Sack suddenly lost his power point, and his hind limbs slowly sank into the mud.

The next moment.

Rodman avoided a "magic springboard" from afar.

The tornado blew away the poisonous smoke.

The red robes began to walk out the door and surrounded the place.

...

"Some strength."

Roger jumped off on Sack's back.

He shouted loudly as he rushed towards Rodman:

"Cowardly mage! Come and fight alone!"

Rodman sneered:

"Provocation method?"

"It doesn't work for me."

"As long as I hold back my time, I will die..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

A pair of green eyes appeared around them!

That was a group of wolves!

"Then you call this a one-on-one?"

The person was so angry that he stacked several magic shields on himself.

And before the wolves siege up.

Another "magic springboard" escaped.

Roger frowned.

This guy has a lot of displacement skills!

With more and more red robes reappearing in the camp.

The situation seemed to be getting worse for him.

...

Time passes by minute by minute.

A large number of red robes surrounded the center of the camp.

Surround Roger and his pack of wolves.

"Where is your poisonous fog?"

Rodman's voice slowly came under the influence of "sound amplification":

“Can’t you have more?”
To be continued...
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