"Clang..." Feleg felt an irresistible force coming from the sword. The heavy blow of the broad sword axe made the bend, and the whole person flew backwards and lay on the ground.

Parker was very fast, and then another axe. Fellig only came to block the sword with a hurry, while Merlin behind him was entangled by two soldiers. The broadsword made of memory metal was extremely tough. Although it was hit hard and was bent in a bad shape, it did not break into two pieces, blocking the tomahawk's heavy blow again.

"Bastard." Feileg cursed angrily, waved his left hand, and a fire dragon rushed towards Parker, accurately hitting his mask. Parker screamed, and a burnt and disgusting smell came.

There are many gaps in the face armor, allowing the warrior to see outside through these gaps. The fire dragon just drilled into these gaps, roasting Parker's entire face to burn. Even without these gaps, the face armor could not stop the high temperature of the fire dragon. When it comes to close contact with the fire dragon, even a warrior who is several levels higher than him cannot stop it without using the fighting spirit.

"Hey, it's a magician." Peter in the distance was shocked.

Filieg stood up and took out a magic wand. A ball of fire as big as a millstone fell from the sky and landed not far from Peter. There were soldiers from the Mayan Empire. After the fire fell to the ground, it burst out with a bang. The fire as big as a fist splashed everywhere. The heavy blow and high temperature killed dozens of soldiers in an instant.

"Meteorite is a magician, retreat immediately." Peter found that something was wrong.

His opponents did not seem to be powerful, and those warriors were very poor. But they had an immortal body. The guy who was slashing around with a sharp broadsword was actually a powerful magician.

The Mayan army, which was severely damaged, quickly retracted a few minutes later, and ignored the madmen who wanted to pursue with their feet. The elite were elites. Although they were severely damaged, their actions were still neat and quick, with clear division of labor, and no chaos at all.

"Let's go." Peter ordered the retreat to begin. The battle was very confused. Not only could the other party not be able to fight to death, but there was also a magician. How could there be a magician here? It would be reasonable to say that there was a magician in the White Tiger City.

I thought a battle could be solved with a charge, but it took nearly twenty minutes to fight. This was the logistics base of the Auckland Empire. He didn't have so much time. Twenty minutes could already destroy the entire brigade of the opponent.

Although these two hundred people seemed to be unable to kill, Peter knew very well that their armor was good, and they were not really immortal. These soldiers knew at a glance that they had only been trained and had never been in a battle. If he was given enough time, it would be no problem to kill all of these people. It was just that the magician was very troublesome. He didn't think he could defeat a magician.

After running ten miles away, Peter asked in a deep voice: "How many people have we lost?"

"One hundred and forty people were killed, two hundred and ninety were slightly injured, and forty-six were missing."

Looking at the Mayan cavalry that was leaving, Ferig remembered that he should be chasing him. By the time they found their war horses, the Mayan cavalry had already disappeared without a trace.

"How many people have we lost?" It's pretty good, Fellig remembered what he should do at this time.

The two captains immediately began to count the number of people and count the casualties after the war. This is common sense. As the captains, they knew very well, but this time it was a real bloody battle, impulse, fear, anger, and despair that made the two captains have long forgotten their responsibilities, and they even don’t remember that they were Ferig’s private army. Their primary task was to protect the safety of Ferig’s magician.

A moment later, Kai came to Feleg with a strange look on his face: "This... six people were killed, all of them were injured, three of them were seriously injured."

Merlin was also surprised, how could this be possible? If such a bloody battle, if all of them were dead, Merlin would be more likely to accept it. How could only six people die?

She saw them flying in pieces by Mayan cavalry, she saw the sabers and broadswords killing these soldiers, and she…it seemed to have just not seen them die with her own eyes.

"Mr. Ferlig, it's armor, and it's these armors that protect us." Will said excitedly. The armor on his body was covered with various traces, and several places were almost cut, with only a small part of it.

"It's armor..." There was a buzzing sound below, and everyone looked at the armor on the surrounding partners. Sure enough, everyone was covered with scars, and there were almost no scars.

"Yes, it's armor." Ferge smiled foolishly, and then he remembered that these armors were made of memory metal by himself.

"I'm so stupid..." Felleg then slapped the back of his head.

"Sir, what's wrong? Are you injured?" Kai hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"No, I'm a magician, but... but I've been slashing with my sword just now, and I only used two magics in the end."

Kai is speechless...

Meilin squatted aside and began to vomit wildly. The smell of blood was filled with the whole world. He didn't feel anything during the battle just now. As soon as he stopped, he didn't care about Feleg's joke. His stomach was like a turbulent river. He ate very little food in the morning, and he spitted it all in a few mouthfuls, followed by clear water...

With Merlin's vomiting and the stimulating smell, Felleg, Kai and at least half of the soldiers joined in, Will barely held back, with a strong bitter taste on the corners of his mouth.

The six dead soldiers and three seriously injured people were roughly similar in their injured parts, all of which were hit hard by sharp blades on their necks, and the armor was the thinnest there.

To endured the disgust in their hearts, Kai and Will led the same pale soldiers to clean the battlefield. The battle just now was won, but they all knew very well that the battle was so bad that their performance was unbelievable.

Weapons that can also be used were piled up in one place, and the horses that did not escape were gathered together, and the enemy's bodies were piled up into two hills. The dead comrades were lined up in line and placed on the ground. Three seriously injured soldiers were briefly bandaged and placed aside, and six soldiers were sent to take care of them, but anyone could see that their chances of survival were almost zero.

Through this battle, Ferleg understood how big the gap was between his soldiers and real soldiers, and at the same time he also knew how precious the armor made of memory metal was. Unfortunately, it was not without weaknesses. The armor on the neck could not be too thick, otherwise it would affect the rotation of the head. He could not think of a solution for the time being.

Thunder sounds came from afar, and news came from the sway outside. It was reinforcements from the Little Bear City. Two thousand regular troops of the Empire, two thousand other Duchy armies, one thousand Danny's troops, and a total of five thousand reinforcements.

"Hi! Feilig, are you okay?" Danny rushed up first, hugged Feilig tightly, and looked up and down. Feilig's body was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell where he was injured for a moment.

In fact, the blood on Ferlig's body belongs to the enemy. With the protection of the magic shield, he was not injured at all. Ordinary soldiers are not capable of breaking the magic shield. The only Pike who has the chance despises Ferlig too much and does not use the fighting spirit at all, and is burned by the fire dragon.

"I'm fine, no need to look for it, it's all the blood of the enemy." Felleg said with a smile, feeling a little moved. His relationship with Danny was very ordinary and he didn't know each other for a long time. After leaving Delan, he spent most of his time in his practice.

"How could this happen? Your people seem to be there." Danny swept across the corner of his eyes. The bodies of two piles of Mayan soldiers were so conspicuous. It seemed that there were quite a few soldiers from Feleg?

"Six people died, and there may not be three more." Felleg said. Although he couldn't even remember these people, he died for himself, so he felt a little depressed.

"Only six people died? Oh, hello, I am Lauren, deputy commander of Little Bear City, a level 10 warrior in the Empire. This reinforcement team is commanded by me." said the tall man wrapped in armor.

"Hello, I am Ferge from the Principality of Terran, and I am Danny's assistant." Ferge saw the viscount badge on Lauren's chest and performed a standard aristocratic ceremony.

"Fileg, can you tell me what's going on here?" There were no noble badges on Fileg's chain mail, nor were there magician badges on them. Both badges were placed on Fileg's magic robe. Being a magician represents honor, so he didn't care about these badges.

Lauren did not see any badge representing his identity, so he could not judge his identity. He only knew that he was the deputy commander of the Delan Army. Such an identity could not be a civilian, or at the worst aristocrat of the principality.

"That's what you see. Our clearing team encountered a 1,000-man brigade of the Mayan army. I led two hundred soldiers under my command to block them. After twenty minutes of fighting, the Mayan army retreated voluntarily. I think they were afraid that reinforcements would arrive." After half an hour of calmness, Felleg was very clear now. He had figured it out that the Mayan army retreated voluntarily, not because he was afraid of those soldiers with excellent armor, but because of the reinforcements of the Empire.

Vero's operation was a bit risky. Although he considered the situation of his army, the possible number and combat effectiveness of the enemy, there were still problems in actual operation.

Vero was unable to rest assured the brigade of one thousand people per team. He knew very well the combat effectiveness of these priestly state troops. One hour after sending out the brigade of the brigade, a reinforcement of two thousand regular troops and two thousand principalities was sent behind each brigade to ensure sufficient support in the shortest time.
Chapter completed!