Fang Jin drew his long sword, trapping the oncoming Sand Ghost into his attack range.
Although the Sand Ghost has the nature of a spirit body, physical attacks can still cause considerable damage to it.
Although the feeling of the evil blood war blade stabbing it was still a bit floating, as if it had penetrated thick cotton, the shrill cry of the sand ghost was enough to prove the success of Fang Jin's attack.
After screaming a few times in a weird voice, the Sand Ghost struggled to stretch his arms and hugged Fang Jin.
Trying to repeat the same trick and start entangling the souls of grievances Seeing it raise its hand, Fang Jin knew what this guy wanted to do.
With a sneer, he struck down with his sword and cut off its arm directly.
This entangled spirit of hatred naturally cannot be activated.
Although the characteristics of the spirit body determine that the other party is different from ordinary creatures.
The broken arm squirmed a few times and quickly merged with the body again.
But it doesn't matter, if one sword isn't enough, just use another sword Under the light of torches in the distance, Fang Jin's sword was as bright as thunder, and he slashed six or seven times in a row.
The Sand Ghost, which has no other characteristics except sneak attacks, really has nothing to offer in front of an experienced master like Fang Jin.
Fang Jin screamed repeatedly after being beaten, and watched as his body became thinner and closer to disintegration.
But at this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew behind Fang Jin.
Another sand ghost took advantage of the cover of darkness and circled behind him, launching a sneak attack.
Ordinary professionals, in this case, will probably suffer a heavy loss, or even be overturned directly.
But who is Fang Jin?
If this trick fails, then the six years before rebirth will be a complete failure.
He ignored the attack from behind and only activated Refraction before the sand ghost attacked him.
A nearly transparent shield quietly emerged around the body, blocking the Sand Ghost's attack.
Taking advantage of the third level of refraction, Fang Jin stepped up his attack, finishing with a double slash, killing the first sand ghost like lightning.
Then Huoran turned around, faced the second Sand Ghost that was sneaking up on him, and slashed it out with a backhand sword.
After just ten seconds, the battle ended The two sand ghosts dropped nothing except a few dozen magic gold coins.
But the price Cuiling Camp paid for this was quite heavy.
At least two professionals, plus several ordinary security team members, and one idiot who was known to Fang Jin himself.
Looking at the corpses on the ground not far away and the smell of blood in the air, Fang Jin couldn't help but frown.
He suddenly had a hunch that even if he intervened in the defensive battle at the Cuiling camp, it would still be possible to repeat the mistakes of his previous life.
Or even if the fate is changed, the losses will probably not be small.
A quarter of an hour later, the crisis in the southwest was deemed to have been completely resolved.
In order to appease the turbulent people in the camp, Fang Jin had to temporarily lift the silence restriction.
Two professionals were sent to inform the camp, describing the two invading sand ghosts as "fish that slipped through the net" and informed them that they had all been eliminated.
The timely action played a role in calming people's hearts to some extent.
Despite the darkness, the survivors were still terrified.
However, this kind of crisis experience is not entirely a bad thing.
Before this, many ordinary people did not dare to risk their lives to fight Warcraft, because they felt that other professionals could protect them.
Although life will inevitably be difficult, at least we can survive.
This experience made them truly feel the importance of strength.
In the previous life, every time the survivor camp was attacked, a group of ordinary people, more or less in number, gritted their teeth and awakened as professionals.
I just want to be able to protect myself without having to hand over my safety to others when encountering this kind of situation again.
Perhaps, this time is no exception.
Of course, the premise is that Cuiling camp will not completely fall in this crisis.
After the Sand Ghost, several more monsters circled to the southwest.
Having learned from the past, the newly sent professionals this time were more vigilant.
Although they were still severely damaged despite their lack of strength, they were able to successfully support the reinforcements and ensure the safety of the defense line.
After supporting several waves of attacks in succession, the remaining professionals were almost exhausted, the durability of weapons and armor was close to dangerous values, and their mana was exhausted and unsustainable.
The sky finally lit up again.
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Potholes, claw marks, and sword carvings can be seen everywhere, silently describing the intensity of the battle last night.
Most of the stone wall in the camp had been destroyed by the waves of attacks by the monsters, and many hard stones were affected and crushed into stone powder during the battle.
The smelly monster blood dyed everything he could see dark red.
Even though the camp had been cleaned twice during this period, these traces still could not be completely eliminated.
In the dim light of the sky, Wei Gong, who had dark circles under his eyes, looked down at the hill with a heavy heart, and then sighed deeply after a while.
A strong sense of foreboding arose in his heart.
"Brother Fang, if it really doesn't work, should you consider breaking out in advance?"
After thinking about it, he took the initiative to find Fang Jin.
One of Fang Jin's previous predictions in "Apocalypse" was still clearly remembered by Wei Gong.
It describes a possible future scenario: the camp is breached and only a few people break through.
If the final outcome is still to break through, Wei Gong is thinking about how to save more people.
"The situation has not reached that point yet."
Fang Jin thought for a while and gave this answer.
Seeing that Wei Gong seemed to have something to say, Fang Jin waved his hand to stop his argument and took out the conch-shaped horn from his storage backpack.
"What's this" Wei Gong was a little surprised when he saw what Fang Jin suddenly revealed.
After looking at it for a few times, his heart moved.
Although I don’t know what the purpose of this horn is, since the other party displayed it so solemnly, could it be that Fang Jin gave him an enigmatic look and ordered: "Go, while the monsters are still gathering, call all the professionals here."
Sure enough, there is a way Wei Gong's eyes lit up and he did as he was told.
Knowing that there was still hope in Cuiling Camp, a surge of strength suddenly emerged from his extremely tired body.
Soon, more than twenty professionals were summoned.
Most of their armors were in tatters, and many of them still had wounds that had not yet healed.
Their average blood volume was less than half.
Not to mention morale, although there is still fighting spirit, it is inevitable to waver in the face of realistic difficulties.
Some people even whispered that Fang Jin and Wei Gong had called everyone here just to announce the breakout.
A considerable number of people hold such ideas.
"Cheer up, everyone, it's not the last moment yet at Cuiling Camp."
Fang Jin shouted angrily, and his confidence-filled aura made the professionals below feel refreshed.
Perhaps, the "Apocalypse" in front of him still has a way In full view of them, Fang Jin took a deep breath and asked, "Do you want to hold the camp?"
"certainly" "If possible, who would be willing to risk a breakout?"
"Boss Fang, just tell me what to do."
Voices came out in twos and threes.
Although some people had twinkles in their eyes and their attitudes were not firm, it was pretty good to have such a response.
"That's good" Fang Jin took out his response horn: "I have a way":