Magic Communication Tools

Under the combined attacks of the melee soldiers and the archers, the Lesser Demons were quickly slaughtered.

The Lesser Demons lying on the ground were also killed one by one.

After killing these Lesser Demons, Thomas only collected eight level 1 magic cores, which had a drop rate of less than one-tenth.

"These guys are really too poor. They are even worse than Skeleton Soldiers." Looking at the eight magic cores in his hands, Thomas could not help but shake his head.

He had originally hoped that these Lesser Demons could gather enough magic cores to help him build the wall. Now, it seemed that this hope was lost.

"We really should resurrect them and kill them again," Thomas said with some disdain.

Thomas prepared to keep these eight magic cores first. He would wait until he had gathered enough magic cores before making the next step.

"Sir, look, there are more dark creatures coming." Arya pointed to the distance.

Thomas looked into the distance. He was surprised to find a few slender monsters with long manes, long mouths, and pointy ears walking out of the shadows not far away and approaching their camp.

"It's Werewolves!" Thomas' gaze became serious.

Werewolves were social animals that lived in packs.

They had a keen sense of smell, were vicious and cunning, and were extremely vengeful. They were extremely difficult to deal with dark creatures.

Normal adult Werewolves were around level 3 to 4, and some could even grow to level 5.

Young Werewolves were also around level 1 to 2.

Moreover, these Werewolves had tough skin and agile movements. They were much more difficult to deal with than dark creatures of the same level.

Among this group of Werewolves, there was an adult Werewolf and three young Werewolves.

The adult Werewolves had a total of three levels. The young Werewolves had two level 2s and one level 1.

The four Werewolves were unafraid of the light of the Great Lighthouse as they approached the camp.

Looking at these four Werewolves, Thomas frowned.

Those three young Werewolves were relatively easy to deal with.

O'Neill and his subordinates could deal with one, Arya and her subordinates could deal with one, and the Arrow Tower could deal with them.

However, the level 3 Werewolf was a bit difficult to deal with.

The Werewolves were very fast, and the Continuous Fireball Tower was relatively slow. It might not be able to catch up.

Now, only the Ancient War Tree Gertrude, who was also a level 3 Ancient War Tree, could pin him down.

"Gertrude, I'll leave the level 3 adult Werewolf to you. You must control it, or it'll be troublesome if it causes trouble in the camp," Thomas said.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. As long as they dare to charge in, I'll hang them." Gertrude shook the huge branch.

"Awooo!" The Werewolf roared and pounced toward the camp. Four Werewolves swarmed up and pounced toward the camp.

The adult Werewolf directly crossed Thomas' Wall of Bones and entered the camp.

It hit the lighthouse with its claws, and three deep scratches appeared on the wall of the Great Lighthouse.

Seeing the actions of the adult Werewolf, Thomas was also shocked.

He had expected the power of a level 3 Werewolf, but he did not expect it to be so powerful. Even the wall of a level 3 Great Lighthouse was broken. If he let it go, wouldn't the camp be torn down?

"Gertrude, catch it!" Thomas shouted loudly.

Whoosh!

More than ten branches surrounded the Werewolf from all directions. The Werewolf was extremely fast. With a sudden dash, it drilled through the gaps of the branches.

The Werewolf stood on the ground and opened its mouth at Thomas. Its threat was obvious.

"You dare to threaten me? Bring it on!" Thomas raised the Holy Sword Longsword in his hand and aimed it at the Werewolf, looking provocative.

Seeing that a mere level 1 human dared to provoke it like this, the bloodthirsty gene in the Werewolf bloodline was activated.

At this moment, the Werewolf only had one thought in its mind, and that was to tear Thomas into pieces.

"Awooo!"

The Werewolf roared angrily and charged at Thomas.

Thomas also raised his longsword, looking as if he wanted to fight against the Werewolf.

The Werewolf jumped up high, flashed its sharp claws in the air, and pounced towards Thomas.

This attack was heavy. If it pounced on Thomas, Thomas would die on the spot even if he held the Holy Sword Longsword.

However, just as the Werewolf's sharp claws were about to touch Thomas, dozens of roots drilled out from the ground and blocked in front of the Werewolf.

The Werewolf was caught off guard and its sharp claws pierced into the thick roots.

The roots were thick and strong. After the Werewolf's sharp claws pierced in, it was unable to pull them out for a moment.

"Damn it!" The Werewolf desperately tried to pull out its sharp claws. However, before it could pull out its sharp claws, more than ten branches reached out and wrapped around the Werewolf.

The Werewolf was furious and quickly twisted its body, trying to break free.

However, at this time, Thomas had already arrived in front of it.

"Go to hell, dirty monster!" The Holy Sword Longsword swept across, and the Werewolf's head fell off.

The Werewolf's body turned into ashes, and a level 3 magic core fell to the ground.

Putting away the magic core, Thomas quickly ran to the edge of the camp. He wanted to see the situation there.

When Thomas reached the edge of the camp, O'Neill was cutting off the head of a young Werewolf.

Arya also led people to shoot a young Werewolf into a hedgehog.

As for the remaining level 1 Werewolf, it was shot to death under the Arrow Tower.

Although it successfully killed a few Werewolves, the Wall of Bones built by Thomas was completely destroyed by them.

It had lost the value of maintenance and could only be rebuilt.

However, they had contributed two level 2 magic cores, which could be considered to make up for the loss.

The two consecutive waves of dark creatures' attacks over the night had made Thomas somewhat tired, but he had finally defended the camp.

After putting away the magic cores, Thomas leaned against the lighthouse to rest.

The night that followed was relatively calm. Until the sun rose again, no dark creatures came again.

"We finally passed the first night!" Thomas stood up excitedly and carefully took out a piece of parchment and wrote on it, "Thomas has already established a camp in the wilderness and successfully guarded the first night. How is everyone doing?"

This parchment was given to everyone before Thomas left.

This parchment was a multi-functional magic tool.

It could record the current coordinates, store the map that the owner had discovered, and act as a communication tool. It could communicate with each other from a long distance, and even transfer some items.

Of course, it had to be activated with a magic core.

A level 1 magic core could charge the parchment for a month.

According to the rules, Thomas and the others had to report it after they successfully built the camp, so that the main city could grasp the specific situation in the wilderness.

Only yesterday, Thomas was busy building the camp, clearing out the Rat-Men, and guarding against the invasion at night. He had forgotten about this matter, and this morning he could finally find time to deal with this matter.