: Sorcerer

Human gathering place.
The three of Suiren were sitting in the hall, and they didn't look good at each other.
Recently, there are more and more monsters near the human race. The people they send out to hunt will encounter the monsters nine times out of ten.
And the Hunters also suffered heavy casualties.
Although there are only a few little monsters nearby, it is not something that the human race that has not yet practiced can resist.
And besides those monster races, there are more people from the witch race.
Human gathering place.
The three Suiren clan in the hall are now very busy.
More and more human races are constantly dying.
Moreover, the Holy Father of the Human Race has already left, and no one can help the Human Race to stop the danger outside.
The Yaozu also discovered that devouring the human race can increase their cultivation.
Began to prey on the human race on a large scale.
The worst thing is.
Those witch tribes who were originally opposed to the monster tribe have invented a witch weapon made from human flesh and blood.
Powerful, it can contaminate most spiritual treasures.
The human crisis is coming.
Suiren's face was ugly and said: "If the Holy Father was still here, how could they be like this..."
You Chao's complexion is also not pretty. In the periphery of the human gathering place, most of the human races were looted and their houses were destroyed.
Those monsters even used human skulls for drinking.
The rest of the bones are fed to those unconscious beasts.
Today's human race is like being raised in a gathering place by the Lich races as food.
From time to time, the Lich tribe people robbed part of the human race to refine witchcraft, swallowing them to increase their mana.
And they had also seen the human souls still on the witchcraft.
Distorted and terrifying, full of grudges and hatred.
The Zi Yi clan said: "Now we can only shrink the territory, gather the human race together, and try to resist the monsters."
"As for the Witch Clan..."
She raised her eyes and looked into the distance, where the Shennong clan was wandering among the wounded in the human settlement, treating her physical injuries.
In the outer layer, young adults are constantly laying traps.
"We send the strongest archer in the clan to guard it near the trap. If a Wu clan falls into it, he will shoot it with random arrows." Zi Yi said coldly.
She saw more of the tragedy of the human race, those human races looted by the Wu race, in addition to the flesh and blood, even the soul can escape the bondage.
I can only lean over the witchcraft, wailing in the torment, enhancing the failure of the witchcraft.
But those who were swallowed by the monster race still had their souls running out and came to the gathering place in a muddle manner, but most of the human race could not see it.
Near the human race today, the mountains and plains are full of human souls.
It is only two or three years.
The number of human races has been reduced by more than half, and the calamity of the liches is growing.
If this continues, I am afraid that within ten years, the human race will completely disappear in the prehistoric continent.
Just when the three were discussing countermeasures in the hall.
A rush of footsteps came from outside, followed by a flustered male voice.
"It's not good, some shaman broke into the gathering place."
The expressions of the three Suiren clan changed drastically, and saw a young man running towards him, holding a bone knife in his hand, and said in a flustered expression: "The three leaders, some of the Wu people have broken into the gathering place."
Sui Ren said coldly: "Where are the traps outside? Didn't it work."
The man said in horror: "The traps are useless. The shamans are extremely powerful. The stakes below cannot penetrate the flesh. No shaman archer has the sharp arrows."
You Chao's eyes lit up and said, "Since archers are useful with sharp arrows, why not gather archers in the clan to shoot the Witch clan."
The person was afraid and said: "But... but that is only useful. All sharp arrows can only enter the wizard's body for three inches, and cannot enter."
Three inches?
The three of the Suiren clan felt cold in their hands and feet, knowing that those sharp arrows can shoot beasts.
Now it was shot on the shaman, but only three inches into his body. For the shaman, it was almost no different from tickling him.
The three hurried to the outer layer to stop the strongest archers and hunters in the clan.
In the trap outside the human race, more than a dozen shamans twisted the head of a human race with a grim face, took it to their mouth and swallowed.
Then he pinned the human head to his waist, these are all good wine glasses.
Every witch in the neighborhood is proud of the wine glasses made by human skulls. The more wine glasses, the stronger the strength.
Just like their leader, a great witch-level existence.
I have never been to Terran territory, but I have tens of thousands of Terran wine glasses, and many Terran women play as pets.
It's a pity that the human race is weak, and they often die if they can't last for a day.
Holding a scimitar in their hands, these dozen shamans laughed wildly and slaughtered the human race, cut off their heads, and then pinned them to their waists.
The three of Suiren can see that the shaman in the middle has dozens of human heads on his waist.
You know, these people who broke into the human gathering place are just some little witches, the warriors of the lowest level of the Wu people, but they can't resist.
Suiren shouted: "Fall arrows."
Behind him, hundreds of archers simultaneously drew their bows, aimed at the shaman who was slaughtering the human race, let go and shot.
Hundreds of sharp arrows pierced through the air densely.
Not only covers the dozens of witches, but also covers dozens of human corpses that resist the witches.
But with the arrow coming, none of the human warriors regretted it. Instead, they fought more desperately with the witches and stopped defensively.
Over the years, they have been using this life-for-life style to eliminate the witches who came to plunder.
"Puff puff!"
Countless sharp arrows came through the air, piercing the bodies of dozens of human races in the field.
But more sharp arrows were shot at the dozen or so witches, and every witch was basically covered with arrows.
Many of them were no longer able to defend and were shot directly to death by random arrows.
A few shamans looked fiercely at hundreds of archers in the distance, when they saw those archers once again opened their bows and arrows.
The leading witches yelled, and the remaining witches cut off the trophies from the waists of the dead witches.
Then he took the heads of hundreds of human races and fled away.
The eyes of the Suiren trio were angry, but so what, they could only watch the shamans take away the heads of their compatriots.
Looking at the corpses of a dozen witches falling down on the ground, look at hundreds of human corpses.
All the human races who have come over are looking ugly.
In the end, a human race with a count of the number of people arrived and came to the three Suiren clan and said: "There are thirteen witches corpses, our corpses...two hundred and thirty-seven."
Suiren and others felt like a knife twisted when they heard it, and waved their hands to show that they were restraining the human body.
As for the witches, they will take out the bones and polish them into weapons to resist the invasion of the witches and monsters, as for the flesh and blood.
Just throw it away from the gathering place of the human race, and let the beasts who are still witty have a meal.