Seeing that Her Majesty the Queen cruelly rejected her application for "return", William sighed melancholy, waved his hand and ordered:

"Form a crescent formation, and the crossbowmen are ready to shoot, giving priority to suppressing the opponent's range. Non-knight melee classes are responsible for protecting ranged combatants, while knight professionals spread out to the sides of the formation, ready to countercharge. ”

After receiving William's order, the rabble slowly discharged an arc-shaped array shaped like a crescent moon, but the crooked arrangement could not even do the most basic neatness, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with the crescent moon.

The corners of William's mouth twitched, and he was desperate for the tactical literacy of these people.

As a fairly classic common formation, the Crescent Formation focuses on attacking the enemy's flanks and long-range suppression, and if the number of ranged professionals is sufficient, the suppression effect on the breakthrough is also quite good, which is a very cure-all-kind formation, which belongs to the "compulsory course" on the battlefield.

However, the formations listed by these royal armies were really unsightly, completely different from the swift and neat crescent moon formation in William's mind, which looked loose and chaotic, not like the moon at all, but like a moon cake that had been gnawed by a dog.

[Your army has become an entry-level crescent moon formation (extremely inferior)]

[Morale +1, Attack +1, Movement +1, Defense -3, Formation Strength -5]

[Warning, the strength of this formation is too low, and it may collapse at any time]

Grip the Sun......

Looking at the intermittent and uneven array, William almost wanted to cry without tears.

The defense has dropped sharply, and the strength of the formation can still have a negative number? Just these guys who can't arrange the basic formation, you can't even bring Zhuge Liang to pack and mail it!

"Kill the queen! I, Giber, have always said to do it, and whoever can kill the queen will be the new hereditary earl, and everyone else will be rewarded!"

Stimulated by titles and money, the professionals of the Valen family had completely recovered from the previous chaos, and hastily formed a sharp arrow formation that was easy to break through, and rushed over with red eyes under the leadership of Giber.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the anger was overwhelming.

Hundreds of tall horses charged in a flood force, and the soldiers on both sides of the scuffle did not hesitate to run away, and a large area was soon vacated in front of the professional legion, leaving only William's dog-gnawing formation.

Looking at Giber who rushed to the front with a cold face, William raised his arm and waved it violently.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Whoosh"

Unlike the arrows shot by ordinary people, the arrows shot by ranged professionals are accompanied by terrifying power, although they may not be able to pierce the golden cracked stone, but the ordinary wooden shield covered with iron is absolutely impossible to resist, and it is often shot apart after two arrows.

However, these extraordinarily powerful arrows had little effect, except for a few unlucky ghosts who were shot down by the horses, most of the arrows were deflected by an inexplicable force, some fell to the ground in a whirlwind, and more smashed crookedly on the armor of the Giber Army professionals, causing almost zero damage.

Avoiding arrows and protecting them is still a group.

William's eyes narrowed, it seemed that there were still hidden legal professionals.

After training and a lot of war, melee professionals may indeed gain the ability to reduce arrow damage, but since it is triggered in groups, this arrow avoidance protection must be released by a legal professional.

A large number of thoughts flashed through his mind, and after considering more than a dozen legal professions that could use group evasion, and after eliminating all the large number of professions that would not appear here, there were only a few possibilities left.

A first-order battlefield warlock, a second-order air mage, can't be a battle priest of a certain church, compared to group fanaticism, the effect of arrow-avoiding magic is not very good, and the probability of a low-level warlock or air mage is higher.

William was ready for a sneak attack at any moment, and met the cavalry rushing like a torrent.

Jiber, who was covered with stone armor again, shouted violently, and led the knight professionals under his command to rush over, and with the blessing of the front loss formation, the speed of the knights skyrocketed, and the knife generally broke into the center of the crescent moon array.

The royal army pulling the crotch was not the opponent of the Valen family at all, and as soon as it came into contact, it suffered heavy casualties, and the moon cake that was about to be gnawed by the dog was almost broken in half, and the two crooked crescents were only left by William and still "connected", and they were barely broken.

[Warning, the strength of the formation is lower than -10, and it may collapse at any time, it is recommended to immediately strengthen the gap in the formation]

Make up the fart!

A hideous smile flashed on William's face, and he swept the big black stick in his hand, which originally belonged to Jiber, and swept the fierce arrow into a hole with one stroke.

Where can I also call a notch?

In the stunned expressions of all the professionals, except for Jiber, who avoided in advance with speed, more than a dozen knights who formed the arrows of the arrow formation were all wiped out under William's head-on blow, and the seemingly sharp "arrows" were completely smoothed out in an instant, leaving Jiber as a lone seedling.

The muscles on Giber's face, who was almost swept by this blow, twitched, and while charging at William, he shouted loudly, "Winona, do you want to watch me die here before you will attack him!"

Among the Valen family professionals, a petite man with a hood raised his head, revealing a face that Avril was all too familiar with.

She was watching the battle from a distance, her face was originally full of smiles, but when she saw that face, her peach eyes widened, and her two pink fists instantly clenched.

"Be careful!"

However, her reminder was still a step too late.

"I'm sorry, William. ”

Winona Valen sighed softly, and raised the cyan staff hidden in her sleeve, the head of which glittered in the sunlight with an emerald the size of a pigeon's egg.

"I also despise my father's forced marriage...... But I can't let him die at your hands. ”

With the flick of the short staff in her hand, the chain composed of dozens of invisible air currents firmly bound William's limbs, and even tightly wrapped around the joints of William's limbs, almost all the parts that could move were tied firmly.

[Suffering from Wind Mage LV22's Wind Binding Technique, an ailment status appears: Movement Prohibition (Medium), which is expected to disappear on its own after 10 seconds]

William tried to break free, but found that he couldn't.

Struggling is not a type of attack, and he is not blessed by the [Flesh and Blood Power] at all, which means that his strength has dropped from breaking a hundred to about fifty points in an instant, and it is too difficult to break free of the third-order control skill.

What's more, the chains formed by these invisible air currents were not only quite strong, but the binding positions were extremely tricky, entangled all the parts he could use to exert force, causing him to lose his strength at all.

The world is unpredictable, I didn't expect that Miss Marquis, who is delicate and loves to write poetry, is not only a third-order wind mage behind her back, but also a veteran of the way of trapping, and she can't be a real person.