The visitor naturally asked St. George and his group about the situation on the front line from the deserter. △The Pinpoint Novel,

When St. George cut all the demonized orcs to the ground, most of the ghost-faced owls in the sky were shot down by Sandler.

"In this way, the score between you and I will be nineteen to seventeen." Sandler turned around and looked at Heisen who had just run to the battlefield with a smug look on his face, which made the latter, who had not caught a fierce battle, very depressed.

The last one came was Giro, who was responsible for the breaking of the rear.

“We became unstable through the connection between the emblem and the teacher.”

He remained calm all the way and looked a little serious: "Although I don't know what happened to the teacher, like before, the battle to crush the enemy through the dawn emblem will probably not happen again. We'd better be mentally prepared for a hard fight."

"Maybe it's the relationship between this barrier." Heisen pointed to the dark sky on their heads: "I can feel the evil aura contained in this barrier."

"This is not worth being proud of, I feel it too." Sandler immediately argued.

"There is no specialized magic among us...especially members of the Enchantment Magic."

St. George sighed.

There were three magicians in the dawn, Sivy, Raven and Aesop.

Now that Raven is mysteriously missing (actually returning to later generations), Siwei and Aesop are both far away from Stein, so naturally they cannot provide help.

"So the worst case is that we can only fight against them at the worst at home. To be honest, I don't even have any clues... If you don't want to fight, you can leave now."

St. George told the truth and looked around them.

"Stop saying such stupid words. Apart from the uncertainty of the two newcomers who just joined, who would have the members of Dawn backed down in this situation?"

Heisen grinned and pointed at Sandler with his thumb: "Even such a guy doesn't know. Not to mention Giro and me."

"Why use me as an example?" Sandler immediately looked stern.

Heisen seemed to want to continue teasing Sandler, but at this time Giro frowned and felt something through the ghost girl on her body.

"Be careful, everyone!"

His warning was just right, and nearly a hundred green fireballs in the sky drew perfect parabolas, falling towards the group like raindrops, covering the entire area where they were.

"Hellfireball. It's the magician, Sandler!"

As a member of the Imperial Sword Knights, St. George had already had enough understanding of the conventional forces of the Abyss Army, and immediately determined the identity of the enemy when he saw this attack.

"clear."

Sandler pulled his bow and shot arrows again, and shot dozens of shots in just a moment. With precision and speed that ordinary people could not reach, they shot fireballs that would hit them or might sputtered on them one by one in the air!

"A piece of cake~"

After recycling the magic arrows, Sandler's mouth bent a small curve, as if he was very satisfied with his performance.

"Oh no. There are people in the bushes!" But Heisen accidentally glanced and found Heibot hiding in the bushes - the latter was already shocked by their performance.

But now is not a good time to be dazed. Sandler wanted to face the hard battles afterwards in a better state and tried his best to pursue extreme operations to save magic and mental power, so he did not distribute additional arrows to protect the bushes!

The fireball is about to fall, and it is too late to bend the bow and arrow.

Almost at this moment, Heisen had already rushed out of the safe range, blocked the bushes and pulled up his cloak, and waved it a few times. The cloak, as a hero's treasure, was also really powerful, bounced all the Hellfire Balls away, and a green fire wall was set up around.

"Thank you for your assistance!"

At this time, Hebot, who was frightened, finally came to his senses and thanked Heisen quickly. At the same time, he asked carefully: "Are you also a member of the Savior Army? What is the number?"

"No, we are mercenaries."

Heisen grinned and laughed heartily: "The mercenaries of the Dawn Mercenary Group."

"Melter, mercenary?!"

Haven’t Stein’s mercenary group been incorporated by the Salvation Army? Why is a mercenary group that has never been heard of before?

And I don’t know if it was my own illusion, Hebot always felt that the person who led the lead was a bit like St. George Ascalon, the Emperor’s Sword Knight who defected in Stein’s wanted notice...

"Hisen stops playing there! The enemy has rushed over!"

St. George shouted loudly. At the same time, he had already raised the fire of notoriety and killed the enemy who was rushing over the mountains.

The Warlocks are not good at melee combat, so in order to facilitate attacks in the formation, the Abyss Army always arranges a unit that is good at hand-to-hand combat in front of the Warlocks team.

Now St. George and others are facing this kind of troops.

This unit is composed of the withered demon.

The Withered Demon is a monster with a shape similar to a rotten wood. Although it looks more like a plant-type monster. However, they are indeed a kind of demon. Even in terms of body structure and blood ties, these guys are still distant relatives of the little evil demon.

——In fact, more than 80% of the demons can be regarded as distant relatives of the little evil demon.

The withered demon's termination level is generally around level 15, and it cannot be considered too strong. However, as soon as the number increases, it can be considered a problem for the Dawn members who do not have much range of attacks.

After slashing a withered demon with one sword, St. George took the time to look around and found that the few people seemed to be in a dilemma, so he began to accumulate strength, intending to liberate the power of the fire of notoriousness.

Although this will cause a considerable burden on his spirit and body, it is better than continuing to rush on like this.

However, at this moment, a green light shot from behind, sweeping down a large area of ​​withered demons.

"This kind of thing symbolizes the destruction of forests by humans. From the perspective of the unique mysticism of our elves, it belongs to the two elements of 'loss of life' and 'desolation', and the power of life can just counter these two elements."

Evan, the high elf who appeared behind, slowly walked forward, looking at the withered demons with cold eyes: "I am not only a believer of the Moon Goddess, but also a pan-believers of the Goddess of Life. This kind of guy is not a problem for me."

"Why did you come here?"

St. George looked at the elves who had been indifferent to their actions no matter how he persuaded him.

"Because that damn guy... well, I should call the team leader now... He has something to do and can't support you for the time being, so I asked me to come and help." Evan snorted coldly: "Don't get me wrong. I just feel that it's too frustrating to share the damage you suffered through this bastard emblem wherever you are, so I promised him to come out and help!"

If Xiwei was here, he would definitely complain from the bottom of his heart: It's really a textbook-like arrogance... (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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