The Undead Great Swordsman, who had been an undead for who knows how many years, felt a long-lost shiver down its spine.
It immediately stopped attacking the gate and agilely rolled to the side.
Several light-golden arrows landed where it had been, and a few more struck the Undead Great Swordsman, instantly dropping its health bar by one segment. Its withered muscles, under the scorching light arrows, twisted and melted like a wax figure exposed to the sun.
"Hiss—" The Undead Great Swordsman gasped.
It knew that elves were the natural bane of evil creatures, but only by personally experiencing an elf's attack could it truly understand the weight of the word 'bane'.
"This elf cannot be left alive!" the Undead Great Swordsman communicated telepathically to the Undead Great Mage.
The Undead Great Mage manipulated a ball of lightning, sending it crashing towards the elf mother tree avatar.
Ilya's expression was grave as she quickly chanted a spell, erecting a protective barrier around the elf mother tree avatar.
Watching the lightning ball, blocked by the barrier, still stubbornly crash against it, trying to penetrate and destroy the elf mother tree avatar, Wen Xiangjie grew furious.
Her elf mother tree avatar was worth 3.5 billion gold coins! Even if she dismantled every bone of this Undead Great Mage and sold them, it wouldn't be enough for a fraction of her elf mother tree avatar's value! How dare it!!!
"Alright, alright, so you're the only one who can use magic, huh?" Wen Xiangjie sneered, pulling out a thick stack of magic contracts from her bosom.
Knowing that the evil creatures' attack tonight would be fierce, Wen Xiangjie had specifically summoned Witch Arabella's Shop, emptied all the gold coins from her pockets, and almost completely depleted Arabella's stock of magic contracts.
As she left, Wen Xiangjie saw Arabella take out an oddly shaped staff, seemingly about to go cause trouble for someone. She quickly turned her head away, pretending she saw nothing, knew nothing; she was just an ordinary customer, after all.
Wen Xiangjie swiftly tore the magic contracts one by one.
Amidst the fluttering paper scraps, black holes appeared out of thin air, and from each black hole emerged a Grand Magister or a Great Swordsman.
Ilya and Emos consciously took on the responsibility of communicating with these Grand Magisters and Great Swordsmen, briefly describing the current situation and assigning them tasks.
The Grand Magisters, one after another, used levitation magic to fly above Wen Xiangjie's Magic Farm, and according to Wen Xiangjie's wishes, simultaneously locked onto the Undead Great Mage and began chanting.
The Great Swordsmen, on the other hand, bravely leaped directly into the pile of evil creatures, and with a smooth combo, cleared out a large area around them.
The Undead Great Mage, targeted by a group of Grand Magisters, nearly had the Undead crystal in its eye socket pop out.
No, had it committed some heavenly transgression? Was it necessary to bring so many Grand Magisters to deal with it???
The Undead Great Mage didn't even think, directly dispelling the lightning ball and turning to flee towards the dense fog.
As for flattening Wen Xiangjie's farm today, from the moment these Grand Magisters appeared, it knew that goal was absolutely impossible to achieve.
As an Undead Great Mage, it was well aware of the gap between a Grand Magister and a Magister; a single Grand Magister could easily toy with and kill thousands of Magisters, not to mention a group of Great Swordsmen joining the battle.
With its power, it could not only not change the tide of battle, but if it didn't run now, it wouldn't even be able to leave behind its own ashes.
However, just as it tried to use spatial magic to teleport to the edge of the dense fog, a cold sensation suddenly appeared at its ankle, and the spatial magic elements seemed to be isolated, rendering them unusable.
The Undead Great Mage stiffly lowered its head to look at its ankle, where a cold Soul Lock was tightly shackled, binding it.
Soul Lock!
The Undead Great Mage's vision completely darkened, abandoning all thoughts of escape.
It turned around and looked at Wen Xiangjie, who was surrounded and protected by a group of Grand Magisters, with an expression of triumph, feeling a sense of wanting to cry without tears.
Is being rich so great?! Can you do whatever you want just because you're rich?! Can you buy a bunch of magic contracts just to tear them up for fun?!
It hated rich people!
The number of Grand Magisters summoned by Wen Xiangjie was enough to conquer a city; using them to attack a single Undead Great Mage was like shooting a mosquito with a cannon, especially a mosquito whose leg was tied and couldn't move.
After a round of dazzling magical attacks, even the Undead Great Mage's ashes were annihilated.
The Undead Great Swordsman soon followed in the Undead Great Mage's footsteps, having its health bar slowly depleted by the elves' light arrows and light magic.
The remaining Undead Magisters and Undead Swordsmen were even less of a match for the Grand Magisters and Great Swordsmen, who harvested their lives like cutting melons and vegetables.
The dense fog let out a rumbling roar of rage.
It had thought it could take advantage of Wen Xiangjie's weakest moment to completely destroy her farm, but it didn't expect Wen Xiangjie to have such 'money power,' directly summoning a large group of Grand Magisters and Great Swordsmen, forcefully changing the course of the battle.
It was extremely unwilling, but even it had to obey the dungeon rules. Summoning one Undead Great Mage and one Undead Great Swordsman tonight was already its limit.
Tonight, it was destined to be unable to destroy Wen Xiangjie's farm.
Hearing the rumbling sound from the dense fog, Wen Xiangjie looked up and, smiling, cupped her hands towards the fog: "Thanks, old pal, for sending a pile of gold coins. You saw I spent all my money buying a bunch of magic contracts, so you specially came to bring warmth, didn't you? You're quite nice, actually."
The dense fog: "???%...&#*"
Another rumbling sound followed. Wen Xiangjie, of course, didn't understand 'fog-speak,' but she could feel that the dense fog was probably swearing quite profusely.
Under the rampant output of the Grand Magisters and Great Swordsmen, a vacuum zone was forcefully cleared in front of the farm's gate. No Undead Magister or Undead Swordsman could approach the farm gate anymore, and the farm gate's durability bar had begun to slowly recover.
The situation was completely under control. Wen Xiangjie no longer watched the battle. She yawned and said to Emos beside her, "Everyone worked hard, remember to treat them to a late-night snack to replenish their energy." Then, she turned and went back to the small wooden house to sleep.
The next day, when Wen Xiangjie woke up and walked out of the small wooden house, she saw a group of Grand Magisters and Great Swordsmen eating with great enthusiasm.
"This fried chicken is delicious! No wonder Saka kept highly recommending it to me after he went back!"
"Indeed, especially this honey mustard flavor, it's too delicious, such a wonderful feeling!"
"Honey mustard flavor isn't as good as sweet and sour sauce. I don't like this mustard; it feels like it's slapping me from the inside."