Although Lothar rushed from the bottom up, he lost his geographical advantage. ^^^Baidu% search for the Witch God + read this book#latest%chapter^^^But in the face of the super strength of the silver mid-level, a little bit of geographical advantage is not enough.

It's a pity that there is also a grumpy big man on the other side. Coincidentally, both of them are silver mid-level.

"It's good to come!" The Storm Bear shouted, picked up the huge horse chopping knife, jumped down in the air, and slashed with the sword.

There was a loud "clang" sound, which shook everyone's eardrums.

In this competition of pure strength, the geographically advantageous Storm Bear actually lost the upper hand, and was chopped back to the boulder by Lothar's axe. After landing, Deng Deng Deng took seven or eight steps back before he finally stabilized his figure.

is also a silver intermediate level, and the violent bear who has not broken through for a short time has a significant gap compared with Lothar, who has stabilized the realm.

After repelling the Stormbear, Lothar continued to rise in size. It's just that the upward momentum has inevitably slowed down greatly, and it is no longer the brave and unrivaled posture it had before.

Just as the Fontaine warriors below were about to high-five and cheer, some figures suddenly appeared on the rock wall beside the three bandit leaders.

The men were holding a large, heavy metal cylinder, and from the cylinder, flames erupted with extreme intensity.

"Flame spray cans!?"

Justt and a group of family warriors underground all exclaimed in surprise.

Lothar, who was in the air, was even more angry, and his face was inexplicably shocked.

The Flame Spray Cartridge was extremely expensive to build, and even some of the more wealthy aristocratic families were painful to purchase. These bandits are accustomed to guerrilla warfare, when did they become equipped with such luxurious heavy weapons?

But Lothar didn't have time to think about it.

At this time, he was in the air, and there was nowhere to focus. Just fought hard with the violent bear whose strength was not inferior to him, and it was when the old force had gone to the new force before it was born.

Besides, he is tall and strong, and he is a martial artist with hand-to-hand combat strength, and speed and agility are not his forte, and there is no way to avoid it at this moment.

All the factors came together, and so, unfortunately, he was set on fire.

"Ahh

Lotar only had time to quickly activate the fighting qi in his body and defend with all his might. And he turned his broad axe sideways and blocked it in front of him. Then, ten scorching flames with extremely high temperatures, and their color turned from red to white, had already hit him quickly and accurately.

There was a loud "boom", and all the flames hit the mountain-like body at the same time. The huge explosion and impact force blasted Lothar out of the air for more than ten meters, and was thrown far away, knocking over a carriage of the Fontaine family with a bang.

Before the tumbling sand had completely cleared, Lothar's burly body slowly stood up. Trembling and dripping with blood.

After seeing the tragic situation of the strongest person in their own phalanx, everyone gasped.

Most of the neat and bright bust exploded, and the rest became pitted and hung on his chest. The clothes were torn into strips of rag, revealing a body that was either charred or turned out, and drenched in blood.

The most serious was his left arm. It twisted backwards unnaturally, hanging limply at its side.

I had long heard that this expensive heavy weapon was incredibly powerful, and its lethality was comparable to that of a Silver Beginner Fighter's full force. But when I saw it today, everyone had a more intuitive and deep impression.

There was a "whoosh", but it was the middle-aged magician under the command of Lotar who sent a magic missile towards the stone wall. Remembering that he had been reciting a spell and intended to assist Lothar with magic. Who knew that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, and in a few breaths, Lothar had been defeated and seriously injured, and this magic missile was just flying towards the enemy alone, which was quite tragic.

Just glanced at his seriously injured brother, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand suddenly: "Attack!" ”

This operation, on the surface, seems to be a matter for the Fontaine family. But in fact, many families of the noble alliance were also involved. It's just that they are now each making their own calculations, and they are unwilling to fight against the Hilton family under the banner of righteousness, and they dare not refute the face of the Fontaine family. Therefore, he only secretly sent the masters of the clan to set off with Fontaine's convoy.

Therefore, at this moment, in the caravan of the Fontaine family, there were as many as seven or eight silver-level martial artists. Compared with the strength of many nobles in the past, when they jointly opened up trade routes, it is not much inferior.

"Wait!" The one who opened his mouth to stop it was actually Lothar, who described the miserable, "It's useless, there are many narrow tunnels dug in the mountain wall above." Even if they retreat into the tunnel despite the casualties, we will be helpless. ”

From below, you can only see a steep stone wall. But just now Lothar rose into the air, only to find that the stone wall had been hollowed out. The bandits with flaming spray canisters came out of the tunnel.

With the advantage of the location and the help of a sharp weapon such as a flame spray canister, the strong attack not only did not please him, but increased his own casualties in vain.

Sure enough, before the magic missile could fly, the bandits on the mountain wall suddenly disappeared. The magic missile failed to hit any targets, hitting the stone wall, blasting several stone chips away.

"Hahaha!" A hand-cranked folding fan and a middle-aged man dressed as a writer appeared on the boulder again, "Second Master Fang Dan, we meet again." ”

"Cunning Fox!"

Seeing the cunning fox known for his wisdom among the four bandit leaders, Just threw away the last trace of luck, blushed his face, and ordered hatefully:

"Retreat!"

Both of them are resourceful military geniuses, and they have fought many times in the former business development war. It can be regarded as a chess opponent, will meet a good talent, and the two sides will win and lose each other.

Regardless of the difference in positions, the two admire each other's talents and abilities very much.

At this moment, the bandit side has the advantage, and there is a cunning fox plotting to suppress the formation. With his mind, Just asked himself that it was impossible to take advantage.

In that case, there's no point in wasting time here. It's better to preserve your strength, retreat decisively, and go back and find another way.

The bandits on the stone wall did not chase after them, but watched the convoy of the Fontaine family be vigilant and slowly withdraw from the narrow path.

……

Squeak~

The door was gently pushed open, and an old man who looked like a butler gently entered the room, handing a sealed letter to the master on the long-backed chair. Then he bowed slightly, and walked out again silently, closing the door.

When the butler walked out, the master picked up the letter and carefully examined the seal clay pattern. After confirming that it was correct, he tore open the envelope and took out the letters.

When the letter was opened, the owner watched silently. Then, put the letter on the table.

The breeze was blowing, and the letter was blown up a corner, making a slight noise. The text on it seems to be going to go with the wind, and the words "bandits" and "spray cans" are faintly visible.

From beginning to end, the master did not say a word, and there was no change in the expression on his face, and he was as calm as ever. The astonishing news in that letter seemed to him to have been expected for a long time, and it was not at all surprising.

Suddenly, the old butler went back and forth, hurried to his master's side, and whispered a few words in his ear.

When the master heard this, his face was still completely impassive. It's just that the sharp light radiating from his eyes shows that his heart is not as calm as his face.

Slowly standing up and carefully arranging the clothes on his body, the master walked towards the door.

But soon he stopped again, thought for a moment, and reached out to wrinkle the clothes he had just made a little. After looking down for a while, he walked again and stepped out of the room.

Before he reached the antechamber and saw the unexpected guest from afar, the host shouted in a voice that was not very enthusiastic: "I don't know if Count Silvio is coming, and there is a disappointment, a disappointment!" ”