A sharp whistling suddenly sounded around. The soldier in charge was shocked and shouted at the back:

"Dropping off the horse and protecting the magician!!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge axe slashed head-on in the dust. The warrior habitually raised his shield to cover it. The axe hit the shield heavily. The shield was split. The warrior behind him vomited blood and flew out.

The dense fireballs and rockets flew over and were blocked by the soldiers who quickly dismounted and formed a shield with their shields. However, the explosion caused by the fireballs and rockets made the dust even more flying, and they almost couldn't see their five fingers.

The magician surrounded in the middle looked at these low-level magic, smiled contemptuously, and then recited the spell loudly, ready to summon the tornado to disperse the flying dust.

At this time, a sharp arrow roared with a sharp sound, easily penetrated a warrior's shield, armor, and body on the side. The speed did not slow down at all, and plunged into the magician's chest. The magician who was concentrating on the wind element had no defense at all, and was instantly taken away by this terrifying arrow.

All the soldiers were shocked. They did not expect such a powerful sniper in this valley. A faint light of fighting spirit flashed out from several people, and they were obviously soldiers close to level seven.

At this time, the straightforward fireballs and rockets had stopped, and the dust gradually sank. The warrior who was pressing in front was about to give an order, but he was terrified to see a firebird flying over, cleverly avoiding his shield, and sticking it to his armor. A screamed "Ah" and in the voice of Zlazla, the warrior fell softly, and a faint smell of flesh came from the armor that wrapped around his body.

The dust became thinner, and the two archers standing under the protection of the warriors had seen the mage casting in front of them, and they took the bow and shot them quickly.

Hearing a painful hum in front, the mage seemed to be injured, and even the counterattack spell was not emitted, and it stumbled into the bushes.

The warriors who had been agitated by the ambush immediately dispersed and ran quickly in that direction. They were not afraid of such a mage. An injured mage who could not use spells was the cattle and sheep slaughtered by the warrior.

The archers standing in the back row also put away their bows and arrows, pulled out their daggers and charged with the warriors, but they had already landed behind the team. An archer suddenly felt the sound of wind behind him, and then he was knocked away by the sweeping axe. The dwarf girl was covered in dust and rushed towards the remaining archer without stopping.

The archers who have no advantage in closing the bow and arrow are also cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in front of the dwarf warriors with endless strength.

The warriors who heard the screams knew that it was not good, but no one dared to look back, because there was an archer who had already appeared sixty yards ahead, the one-armed archer, piercing the arrow pouch under his feet to the ground, and there were no arrows on his bow.

The distance is not far, and at most one arrow can be fired. At the sprint speed of the level 6 warriors may not even be able to get on the arrow. The warriors shouted wildly, raised their shields and started charging.

The warrior who rushed in front blurted his eyes and saw the arrow in the arrow bag suddenly disappear. The sharp arrow that looked like the laughter of the god of death came from the air in front of him, roaring through the air.

The terrifying bow and arrow ignored the defense of the armor and shields and directly penetrated the bodies of the warriors. The several warriors at the front of them were even lifted up by the force of the bow and arrow.

The survivor at the end was scared and turned around to escape, but the fireball that landed at his feet immediately shattered his wish, and the last thing he saw was the big axe swinging towards his neck.

The blind mage walked out of the woods and slowly breathed. The dense magic attacks just now had consumed a lot of his energy. He adjusted his breathing and tried his best to recover his physical strength.

"A successful ambush."

The blind mage listened to the cheering voice of the dwarf girl, and said with a smile on her face.

The one-armed archer Luca didn't look happy on his face, and he took out a bag of bows from behind the trunk.

"These are just ordinary territorial warriors and some small fish, and our goal has not yet arrived."

Luca hesitated for a moment and said to the mage Lins:

"Let's go, take Kadar, you'll die."

His words were interrupted by Lins' smile

"When Yalina and you rescued me from the sharp claws of the demon bear, did you think you would die?"

Lins seemed to hear something, the smile on his face did not disappear, but just held the staff tightly

"I don't think we can leave anymore"

The dwarf girl suddenly felt fear when she was cheering. This feeling was as if she had encountered the horror claw monster in the dungeon when she was a child.

Kadar turned slowly and saw a swordsman standing in front of her. Although he could only look up to see the swordsman's face clearly, the dwarf girl seemed to feel the invisible pressure and did not dare to look up no matter what.

The swordsman ignored her and walked over directly. Kadar heard him sneering.

"I thought the little mouse would come here, but I didn't expect it to be a few fleas."

Archer Luca looked at the swordsman step by step with expressionless expression, tightened the bracket in his hand slightly, and whispered to the mage beside him:

"Give him a blow with your greatest strength and listen to the sound of my arrows."

Lins nodded solemnly and groped to the side

The swordsman was not wearing armor, and his slender figure was just wearing a snow-white hunting suit. The golden tassels on the cuffs and the buttons emitting gem light added a lot of luxury to the outfit.

The swordsman had beautiful blonde hair, accompanied by the pale complexion that only nobles had, and his handsome face, standing on the road full of corpses without any crampage, but seemed to be attending a social event.

Although this swordsman was casual, he unknowingly exuded that kind of power, shocking everyone.

The one-armed archer's pupils tightened and he almost bit his mouth and said:

"Lekins, you bastard"

The fighting spirit on Luca's body was bright, as if there were flames surrounding him. His fighting spirit had reached level 12. He did not move the arrow pouch in front of him. He quickly plucked the bowstring with his right hand, and a terrifying scream suddenly sounded in the air.

Lekins listened to the harsh roar in the air, without any effect. The qi arrows of the soldiers who had overturned the charge came to Lekins, as if they had knocked down a barrier, and ripples with white light appeared in the air. However, the swordsman's hair was not blown by the strong wind brought by the qi arrows.

A strange smile appeared on his handsome face, like the smile of a cat playing with a mouse, and he said in a soft and weird voice:

"Something is interesting, what else is there, please continue."
Chapter completed!