Wayne's handsome appearance was extremely intimidating, especially the cold murderous intent revealed in every move, which made the Wild Dog help these little thieves who were only rampant in the market feel a little afraid.

However, after all, the number of people has a great advantage. Apart from the seven or eight people who have been killed by Wayne, there are nearly twenty people left on the farm. Including the evil dogs they have been tamed, the number has exceeded forty.

With so many numbers, let alone encircling and suppressing a person, even if you go to slaughter a village, it is more than enough.

A strong man with a scarred face and a steel knife, probably the small leader of the Wild Dog Gang, was the first to react from the shock, and immediately grabbed a minion beside him and shouted to him:

"Go and notify the boss that a strong enemy will attack us and ask the boss to support us."

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

"Don't be afraid, there is only one person in this mess, a sword."

"Even if we are so awesome, we can drown him with just one mouthful of spit."

"Put it all for me, let the dog bite him to death."

After receiving the command of the leader, the other Wild Dog Gangs seemed to have gained courage and stuffed two fingers into their mouths and blew out a series of loud whistles.

When they heard these whistles, the evil dogs following them seemed to have received orders, their expressions and movements became more fierce, with fierce lights in their eyes, and a harsh barking from their mouths, and rushed towards Wayne in a swarm.

There are about twenty of these vicious dogs. After professional training, they are not much weaker than wild wolves in terms of strength or speed.

With four legs running wildly, it took only a few seconds to rush to Wayne.

However, in the face of these wild beasts with bloody mouths and saliva, Wayne had a solution in his mind. As the saying goes, the hair is weak and the fire is weak. These evil dogs with shiny oil and fur all over their bodies are just torches waiting to be lit.

Before the Wild Dog Gang issued an order, he had already accumulated chaotic magic in his hands. When four or five of the strongest evil dogs rushed to him, an Ignifa Seal, which condensed about one-third of the magic power in his body, gushed out instantly.

The orange-red flames, with a suffocating high temperature, immediately enveloped Wayne's space about ten meters ahead. Not only were the vicious dogs rushing in front of him ignited directly, but some vicious dogs behind him were also affected.

Their shiny furs became the best combustion aid, and were lit into burning torches in the scorching flames.

The harsh barking turned into a desperate wail before death, and a fishy smell of burning fur soon spread across the farm.

Flame is the nemesis of all animals, and no animal is afraid of flames.

Seeing that almost half of his kind were burned into coke by flames, the vicious dogs, who were already aggressive, clamped their tails and scratched the ground with their limbs restlessly. No matter how their master called, they did not dare to move forward.

Wayne squinted his eyes and looked at the results of the magic seal with satisfaction. The destructive power caused by the Igni Seal after he strengthened many times can no longer be called a trick, and he has never given up much compared to the flame spells of the warlocks.

If some warlocks were allowed to see this scene, they might open their mouths in surprise.

The Wild Dog Gangs on the farm who had never seen the world were already scared. As gangsters in the city, they had never seen the real spellcaster. The power of the Ignefax Seal seriously damaged their confidence.

They were already mobs. Faced with Wayne's rapid killing, several gang members were so scared that they threw away their weapons and took several steps back with sloppy steps.

He murmured:

"Witch, it's a wizard! Those monsters are here to kill us."

The bald man's courage is pretty good. Wayne's spell did not scare him. He swallowed quietly, observed his subordinates' cowardice, thought of the boss' punishment for the loser, and immediately controlled his fear. He made a fuss in his heart, gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Don't be afraid, rush forward, he will definitely be able to release spells once."

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

Seeing that everyone under his command was still hesitant, he immediately intimidated:

"Think about the fate of Varus, that guy is now full of ingestion. If you escape, the boss will definitely take you to feed Hogg in the future."

The bald and strong man mentioned Hogg seemed very intimidating. After hearing this name, the Wild Dog Gang, who was originally distracted, immediately gathered courage again.

A few simple-minded guys raised their weapons and rushed towards Wayne with a scream.

This time, Wayne no longer chose to cast other magic seals that consumed a lot, but put a layer of Quinn shield on himself and met the people who rushed towards him.

Although the magic seal is more powerful, he doesn't know what kind of enemies he will encounter later, so he needs to save his magic power.

The first thing Wayne had to face was a strong fat man, who was wearing a fat man, wearing a set of brown leather armor and holding a mace in his hand.

Perhaps he was used to street fighting. Facing Wayne holding a steel sword, he actually wanted to rely on his strong body to knock him down.

Wayne just took half a step to the right quickly, and his body avoided his attack. The steel sword in his hand stabbed directly into his throat with a slanted slant, and then took advantage of the inertia when the two of them were staggering their bodies, and directly cut half of his neck.

A middle-aged man following him was startled by Wayne's clean and neat movements, but he had already rushed to Wayne and could only instinctively raise the axe in his hand and yelled and chopped it down.

Faced with this skillless attack, Wayne just turned sideways, and didn't even move his footsteps, avoiding the track of the axe blade. The steel sword in his hand slashed sideways without mercy, cutting off the man's arms holding the axe, and then pulled the steel sword upwards and directly cut off his belly.

He fell to the ground and could only hold his internal organs and wail with a shrill voice.

After killing two people in a row, Wayne shook the blood from his sword and walked a few steps towards the Wild Dog Gang with an expressionless face.

The third gang member who attacked was a rusty sickle. Perhaps he was a farmer before, but he actually took a different approach and wanted to cut Wayne's legs with a sickle.

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

Wayne had no mercy 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 cut off his head directly.

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

Wayne's eyes were shiny. After killing three people in a row, he felt that it seemed easier to deal with these humans than to deal with water ghosts.

Apart from the fact that the water ghosts have no hesitation and fear, the biggest difference is that the mobs in front of them have not received professional training at all. They want to fight with a swordsman who has been trained for more than ten years with their instinctive clumsy attacks. It is simply a joke.

It seemed that he was afraid of Wayne's neat killing method, and it took him less than ten seconds to kill three people in a row.

Such efficiency is simply too impactful for these gang members who are only able to extort and bully people on weekdays, and they have even shaken their rationality.

Some gang members only felt their heads were dizzy, fear lingered in their hearts, and their limbs felt numb.

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

As a deserter who has been on the battlefield, although he is not brave, he has seen war and knows that swordsman is not much better than ordinary people when facing siege.

Seeing that the people were already disintegrating and the morale of the army was unstable, a trace of timidity and ruthlessness flashed in his heart. In order to boost morale, he raised the steel knife in his hand, signaled several of his confidants with his eyes, and shouted loudly:

"Stand with me, the boss will come soon."

"At that time, this guy will be dead. We must crush him to ashes and to pieces to avenge our brothers."
Chapter completed!