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Neither Tlos nor Monhue are the kind of stupid people with a tendon, and it's no surprise to realize that. In fact, they have been discussing whether to continue to wait for the question before. It's a pity that the two who can't talk about it still have a little unrealistic hope.

Hope has always been the devil, and under the devil's **, they made a decision that did not conform to the status quo.

Keep waiting.

Of course, the wait this time is not endless. By this time, even the most optimistic people have given up their most modest hopes. They decided to act now, rushing towards the banner from two different directions, one dragging the mage and the other breaking through the mercenary's blockade and pulling the flag.

Just a few mercenaries, it's not a big deal!

The mobility of mercenaries is very high, and as the best among mercenaries, the mobility of Tlos and Monxiu is even higher than that of ordinary mercenaries. A simple plan had just been decided, and there was no communication between the two, but almost at the same time, they turned into a light and shadow and galloped forward.

Fate rarely favors one side or the other, and this duel is no exception. Initially, Vincent's and Wiener's encounter seemed to tilt the scales of fate slightly in Swords and Roses, but then Glory Light was the first to spot the opposing flag, and their intended rendezvous was surprisingly close to the flag.

For the Warfighters, a distance of hundreds of paces is only a blink of an eye under their full force.

That is, victory is away from them......

――At your fingertips!

In fact, it was not the "Flag Grabber" of the "Light of Glory" who was the first to blow the battle horn.

Because, they dragged on in waiting, and it was "Sword and Rose" that took the lead in the offensive.

While the flag-capturing bearer of the "Light of Glory" was still galloping on the road, beaming at the victory at his fingertips, Eronica had already exchanged hands with the "Viper" Naka as the vanguard, and the old Fez, who followed closely behind, also stared at the commander of the "Light of Glory", "Greatsword" Izaka. In the end, with a helpless expression, Wei Na plunged into more than a dozen mercenaries, and the battlefield was completely divided into three relatively independent parts.

In the independent battlefield of these three parts, the first to enter the white-hot stage is the first to fight between Eronica and "Viper" Naka. Both are armed with swords, but they belong to different categories within the sword family, so their fighting styles are very different.

Eronica's weapon is a broadsword, and her moves are not at all like a girl's wide opening and closing, and she wields it in a majestic style, quite masculine. On the contrary, as a man, Naka's weapon is a slightly curved stabbing sword, compared to Weina, who also uses a thin stabbing sword, Naka's attack is more tricky and vicious, quite like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, which may deliver a fatal blow to its prey at any time.

However, the daughter of Elon the One-Eyed is not his prey. The immature rose that inherits the blood of the "Mercenary Queen" Romantil, although it is still young, even the most delicate rose is thorny. Eronica has never been a delicate lady, but a Predator who dances the blood dance and harvests her life!

This is a formidable opponent to be reckoned with.

Licking his chapped lips, "Viper" thought.

The same thought was shared by the maidens who fought with him, and although Naka's swordsmanship was as vile and vicious as his person, it was undeniable that Naka the "Viper" was indeed her fierce rival. This is the first time that Eronica, who often spars with Wina, who also uses a thin stabbing sword, discovers the horror of the thin stabbing sword, and unlike the high-speed sword intertwined nets that the flat-chested girl excels at, the snake's fangs always pierce from the most subtle and uncomfortable angle. Even if the stab would be easily blocked, it would also disrupt the girl's rhythm.

This is not an opponent who can be separated in a short period of time.

After the girl from a mercenary family realized the difficulty of the other party, she quietly slowed down her attack, retreated a few steps, adjusted her breathing, and adjusted her mentality, and then faced the enemy head-on again.

-- It's going to be a tough and protracted battle.

For Eronica, however, hardship was never a reason to retreat, but only a more tempting catalyst for watering the fruits of victory.

In this battle, she must win, and she will definitely win!

The emerald green eyes shone with a brilliant luster, as if to herald a brilliant victory.

And in another battle.

Unlike the slightly less experienced young girl, Feth Sr. and Izhaka have long decided that the other is not an opponent who can easily break through. Their battle was nothing short of the fierce clash between Eronica and Naka - the pace of the battle was slow, their weapons rarely intersected, and each was careful to hide their fighting styles and habits while peeking into each other's secrets.

Each fighter has his or her own fighting style to a greater or lesser extent, and this unique personality is difficult to change. Especially in the battle of the Warriors, the speed of thinking is no faster than the speed of the confrontation between the two sides, and the attacks that come and go are more like battles between the combat instincts that the body has accumulated over time. In normal times, it is nothing for a person's style to be peeked through, but if in an evenly matched hand, the opponent sees through the law of the shot, and the prelude to the shot, it is likely to mean the difference between victory and defeat, life and death.

Therefore, both the elder Fezes and Izhaka were cautious in their shots.

They are all experienced mercenaries, and they are all strong mercenaries, and no one is more stupid than the other. They carefully pressed the hot blood rushing in their bodies, restrained the instincts in their bodies, tested the opponent's bottom line little by little, and collected details that were easily overlooked in battle.

This kind of fight is the most tiring and the least beautiful.

At least, it's nowhere near as good as the battle of Weina, who dances among the mercenaries.

Wiena's opponents were fifteen mercenaries. "Light of Glory" is the undisputed strongest mercenary group in Mecarona, and the average quality of their mercenaries naturally far exceeds that of their peers, and each mercenary is a first-class good hand among ordinary mercenary groups.

As their opponent, Weina was not at all easy.

The next fighter is not a superman, and one is almost the limit. Of course, it is not impossible to be fifteen with one, but in the face of the first-class one among the fifteen mercenaries, I am afraid that only the strong man who has reached the peak and is about to break through can do it among the lower fighters.

Although Wei Na was very confident, she also knew that she had only been promoted to the rank of warrior for a few months, and if she wanted to break through the siege of fifteen people, she could only pray that she was the illegitimate son of the goddess of fate. Fortunately, her goal was never to break through fifteen, let alone break fifteen, but to drag fifteen.

Wei Na didn't plan to fight these fifteen mercenaries, she was asking for her own hardship. All she can do is actually very simple, that is, to use the advantage of her body to turn around the mercenaries who surround her - she can be sure that the "Glory Light" has investigated their identities and backgrounds in advance and knows her background, otherwise it is not so simple to drag these mercenaries around, and it is indispensable to see blood.

As for now, the mercenaries hesitated to make a move, and they didn't dare to greet the vital point, and she really didn't want to give them blood to stimulate them - if they really wanted to fight, fifteen mercenaries surrounded her, and she would have to suffer. However, this kind of weak attack is really not too stressful to deal with.

Probably due to the influence of her background, Weina's body style is the best among the three people in "Sword and Rose", and her swordsmanship is also the most beautiful. Dealing with the deranged attacks of fifteen mercenaries, the flat-chested girl was like a butterfly dancing in a net, grasping every gap, dancing to the melody of the sword and sword.

It's like a dance.

―――――――――――― forced to be helpless to divide the line――――――――――――

While the battle was raging at the banner of the "Light of Glory", the flames of war were lit in the other direction of the forest.

The jungle is not an ideal battlefield for low-level mages. The mental power of a low-level mage is not strong enough to maintain the detection spell of the mage's eye on a large scale, and the severely obstructed vision of the jungle shortens the mage's cast range, and the mage's combat ability is greatly weakened.

Monia knew this, so she never let her guard down.

Thanks to her vigilance, when the orc tore through the jungle and ran quickly, she cast a spider web technique in time to bind him tightly, and then subconsciously wanted to summon the burning hand and ignite the spider web on his body, and suddenly realized that this was the jungle, and it was her own who lit the fire here.

The little mage who had to give up the fire spell decided to use the ice thorn technique. Ice Thorn is a trick like the Burning Hand, and it is cast very quickly, and it is only a syllable that has been chanted, and just as it is about to greet the orc, a figure sprang out behind him, and a short spear came straight to the heart.

The ice shield summoned earlier saved the little mage's life, and before the little mage could catch his breath, the battle cry of the orcs reached his ears - it was clear that the spider web technique could not completely restrain this big anti-human man, and it was not long before he smashed it at her with a claw hammer.

Without much thought, Monia gave up on the Ice Thorn Technique and used the Greasy Spell to bring down the orcs, and the terminated spell dissipated into the air. There is still a piece of ice shield, which may not be able to block the next attack of the sneak attacker, and with a frown of cute eyebrows, the little mage is ready to take the initiative.

The spell she used was Azik's Flying Palm, a low-level spell that was close to the bottom of the low-level spells, and it consumed a lot of mental power, which made Monia look at its instant effect, which, like tricks such as the Burning Hand, only required one syllable to activate, and the effect was to summon a large hand to knock the target flying at least ten paces away.

Monia spat out syllables, her huge palm forming at her side, and then slammed into a slash, knocking the sneaker away, the sneak attacker's strength seemed to be small, and he was knocked out of a distance of fifteen paces, and there was no way to harass himself in a short time.

Monia motioned for the mercenaries to leave her alone, and began to cast spells on the orcs.

The orc bloodline is inert to the aether, in other words, the orc bloodline has a high resistance to the mage's spells, Monia's previous choice was actually too hasty, ice thorn was not the best choice, and the little mage who had time to think chose the ice prison technique.

The orc has a lot of strength, but the difficulty of casting the ice prison spell is still above the fireball technique, and the ice it summons is far stronger than the frost in nature, so he will not have to face the embarrassing situation of being flanked from both sides for at least a short time after being imprisoned, and concentrate on cleaning up the hateful sneak attacker.

The Ice Prison has seven syllables, and seven syllables of chanting time is enough for the raider to strike again at a distance of fifteen paces. Monia had been prepared for this, though, and before chanting she had set aside a little energy to summon a greasy patch near her.

But to her surprise, the greasy technique didn't work as well as it should.

Because this hapless raider stepped on the ice rune, and the rune worked, and the extremely cold breath gushed out, freezing half of his foot - what a bad luck it must be! The Ice Rune was not in his path, he just subconsciously took the S-shaped route, and just stepped on the edge of this trap.

While chanting spells, Monia looked at this unlucky fellow, and when she looked at his weapon, the little girl suddenly realized that since ancient spearmen, the ancients did not deceive me. In the world of the past life, the luck of the spearman has always been a topic of relish, and the origin of this proverb is no longer reliable, only that it comes from the old era when the mother brain was not born and the human footprints had not yet left the earth-moon system.

The seven syllables were finally sung, and while the huge ice prison restricted the orc's movements, the hapless spearmen finally broke free from the ice shackles on their bodies.

A new round of battles is about to begin!