Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 192: 104. Iron Thorn Shield

Noland Lee slowly moved the telescope, shifting the lens from the leader of the convoy to the convoy itself, heading straight towards him.

“Nearly forty four-wheeled motorcycles, each vehicle carrying one to two people, everyone armed with firearms. In other words, if they have ill intentions, I’ll have to face sixty to eighty enemies, including one extraordinary individual requiring a full 10 ,ooo Energy Points to deconstruct.” Noland Lee put down his telescope and glanced around.

There were 15 corpses near him, ten were scavengers, and five were fishermen, barely enough to form a group of Walking Dead.

Using the ‘Enslavement of Deceased” technique, along with a “Magic Shield” and a “Fear Spell,” he should be able to take out the ordinary people in the convoy.

But how to deal with the big shots in the convoy?

The “Caster Form: Death Incarnation” is still cooling down; it’ll take about four days to be usable again.

Noland Lee pondered for a moment, feeling that it was a bit troublesome.

The safest way to deal with it was to mount the four-wheeled motorcycle and take off before he entered the firing range of their firearms.

That way, if the convoy wanted to catch him, they would have to divide into several teams and encircle him from different directions.

Noland Lee couldn’t beat the big shots in the convoy, but he should have no problem wiping out their teams and breaking through.

Having thought through this, Noland Lee straddled the motorcycle, turned the key, and started the engine.

Suddenly, a whistling sound and loud shouts came from the convoy.

“Whistle-

Iron Thorn Shield

Lee squinted and looked over. Someone in the convoy had raised a flag, waving it left

pattern and the words “Iron

and observed the

indeed a

uniform, with black jackets on the upper

the “spiked shield” pattern, the emblem of the “Iron Thorn

not have any “skull” or “human head”

more dignified and more

information

turned off the engine and chose to wait at the original

convoy’s leader waved his hand at the team members

initial trust through mutual probing, resolving an unexpected

in

entered the campsite and began cleaning

held their guns in alert, looking vigilantly around at the

deep brown buzz cut, stiff facial lines, and

he were dressed in an Imperial Army uniform,

was currently wearing loose jeans, a thick

was swaggering and his

the rigidity and dogmatism of

the Fission Wilderness,

motorcycle, the convoy leader walked directly toward