After attracting the attention of the team members, Rock no longer repeated it. He believed that the fourth-level apprentices would be clear and would first use accelerated witchcraft and then release poison gas bombs, and remain highly vigilant.

For level 5 apprentices, as long as the reaction is prompt, the fighting spirit can be avoided. In this regard, the upper limit of speed is a small flaw in the poison gas bomb.

"Everyone, we gather here. Whether we can accomplish great things depends on tonight. Everything will be carried out according to the plan. I don't want you to have any negligence."

Rock turned around and faced everyone, his eyes quickly swept through the team members one by one.

Hearing his words, everyone's expressions trembled, the blood in their bodies boiled unconsciously, their eyes became hot, and they gathered on Rock.

"Set off!"

With the captain's order, the apprentices came out one after another, divided into ten temporary teams, and rushed to different alien camps.

The top ten camps and eight races, in terms of single strength, two-headed demons, taurens, bears, and snake tails are among the top, followed by leopards, while the dog-headed men have a sensitive sense of smell and are easily aware of strange auras around them.

These difficult camps were led by a team of fifth-level apprentices to clear them. Rock chose the Niutou clan. Because the Niutou clan was close to the alien barrier, he took two fourth-level apprentices to go there.

The group of three rushed to the road, and no one chatted, so they had already explained what they should say.

More than ten minutes later, the three of them stopped and looked at the station not far away.

The production of alien races is significantly lower than that of the wizarding world, burning a basin of animals emits light, illuminating the main entrances of the camp.

Except for the occasional sporadic inspectors, most aliens have fallen asleep.

The alien race probably never expected that the apprentices now are so swollen that they dare to attack their camp by fighting against thirty.

Because this has never happened. In previous years, when a large number of apprentices gathered to clean the wasteland, the matter was so great that they crushed them with a grand momentum, and the killing lasted for several days.

The two people following Rock were Buller and Herb. He swept the crystal ball, and it was five minutes before the agreed time. Because some camps were remote, it would take longer to get there.

"Captain, are we really going to break into the center of the enemy camp?" After waiting for two minutes, Herb couldn't help but say.

"Of course, you're scared." Rock looked at him squintly. Like Sean, this guy is a child of a big family, which means that their growth path is not as bloody as others, and lacks life-and-death struggles.

"With you captain, how could I be afraid? I just never thought that I would do such an exciting thing. I was a little excited when I thought about it." Herber sighed, with an unrestrained excitement.

"That's good, the number of poison gas bombs is limited, don't throw them around." Rock warned.

According to his idea, the poison gas bomb is used to carry out beheading and to deal with the high combat power among alien races, not for ordinary alien races.

"Buler, what about you? No problem." Rock turned his head and asked the other person. Buuler's mentor was actually the Wizard Jaton, which is quite trustworthy.

"I'm almost a level 5 apprentice. I've gone through hundreds of battles of all sizes, and there's definitely no problem." Bühler said in a deep voice.

If these words were said from others, they would definitely be expressing some dissatisfaction. They said from Buller. Rock was not surprised, and the other party always spoke like this.

In the dark night, except for the sparse sound of insects, there was no other movement, and there was not even a trace of wind. The air was a little dull. Under the influence of the apprentice robe, Yu Sanren had no effect.

"Let's go, it's time for us to come on stage."

After a few minutes, Rock took the lead and the two of them quickly followed and advanced towards the Tauren's camp. Not far from the camp, he hid the small animal skin bag behind him in a place to avoid affecting the battle.

Bypassing a wave of patrolers, they entered the camp and rushed directly to the center of the camp, where there were the most luxurious tents in the entire station.

As they had observed before, the vigilance of the alien resident was very relaxed.

‘These alien races are really rigid. Although they have not been attacked for more than a hundred years, they don’t need to do this. Are you not afraid of anything?’

Along the way, Rock felt like he was "holding a grass" in his heart. He was ready to be discovered in advance, but as a result, the alien camp was even more relaxed and no one was patrolling at all.

No wonder, the entire Lighthouse Fortress, the battlefield of the No. 10 plane is a strange thing. After hundreds of years of deformity, not only the wizards are a bit perfunctory, but the aliens have also formed thinking inertia, and some ideas have long been deeply rooted.

No matter what, it was convenient for the three of them to move, and the three of them arrived near the center of the camp and were not noticed.

"superior."

Rock pointed to the tent on the left and signaled the two to touch them from behind. He was closer to a tent further away. The two tents were the best at first glance.

There are also ten tents of slightly inferior grade around, and the differences between the tents are obvious at a glance, just like the bloodlines of the alien race, with a strict class.

No wonder they didn't come to challenge in the afternoon. The relationship spent time building a tent, and a strange thought flashed through Rock's heart.

Within a few steps, after he stepped to the tent, he saw that the two team members were ready. He gestured, drew out his long sword, cut open the skin of the tent in front of him, and without saying a word, he threw a poisonous gas bomb into it, turned around and left.

"puff."

Two muffled sounds sounded under the night sky, spreading directly across half of the camp.

"Who dares---"

After all, it is the emperor-level bloodline. It is very powerful. When the poisonous gas bomb exploded, an elder of the scepter felt the fatal danger and jumped up and shouted loudly.

But he underestimated the power of the attacking items. Before he could finish his words, his voice came to an abrupt end, swept by the spreading spiritual gas, and died in his tent.

"What's going on? How did I hear the voice of Elder of the Scepter---"

A king-level tauren man held a heavy axe and knocked open the curtain of the tent. Before he could react, he looked at him with a golden sharp edge, fast, fierce and sharp.

He quickly resisted with an axe, and was unable to defeat the enemy's sharp edge. His sword passed by and was killed under the sword.

Luo Ke found that without the combined domain, no sacrifice, and he was not suppressed, one plus and one subtraction, the strength of these king-level alien races has really decreased a lot, and it is easy to deal with.

"Attack! A wizard is coming!"

"Warriors, follow me to kill these despicable guys."

Finally, the Niutou clan woke up and found the clues in the camp. The roar resounded throughout the camp and summoned the tribe members to kill the enemy together.

There are ten king-level bullheads in a camp, with a large number of lords and chiefs, which are obviously new additions today.

The king-level tauren was attacked by Rock and others, killing three people one after another.

At this time, the opponent formed an effective counterattack, and the combined domain and sacrifice were formed.

"Boom."

Seeing that he could no longer hide, Rock performed witchcraft and his figure was completely exposed to the Tauren.
Chapter completed!