The mercenaries who escaped death collectively gathered around the heavily armed giant scythe, and the murderous look appeared on their faces again, but they didn't expect to let them go ashore by mistake.

Many of the mercenaries' weapons had been lost, and the daggers in their boots were now unleashed.

The three-tiered iron tower shield of the Heavy Scythes was also lost, but the scythes were chained to the iron armor with their handles, and now they were all held tightly in the hands of the Pompeii Greats.

"Three hundred! We still have three hundred! A mercenary wearing the squadron leader's badge roared in ecstasy.

Looking at the opponents who only had two or three hundred people, and they were all composed of some small goblins, hedgehog people, and skunk people, and several beauties did not run away, the mercenaries did have a reason to give themselves a reason to be happy.

Led by a few lucky surviving squad leaders and squadron leaders, the mercenaries formed a complete "V" line attack formation with the giant scythe as the core, and the magnificent song of Dolot sounded loudly again.

The song was only half played, and the pride of the mercenaries disappeared in an instant.

Ning Yu removed the barrier made of illusion, and this amateur battle array, which was ridiculed by the mercenaries as testicles, suddenly turned into a superb fierce formation.

In the middle of the two clusters of shields, a hundred yards back, were a ragtag of twelve mammoths and three earth otters, plus a cave bear, all of whom were dressed in golden armor, and sixteen long-haired, cold-eyed Orephine warriors sat on them, each with two terrifying machetes as long as halberds and axes.

The leader of the elephant luan has a banner waving in the wind, which is a skull pig's head wrapped in a halo of dill, and in the lower corner is a hideous dragon head with two swords crossed and dripping with blood, and two large characters embroidered on it in Mongolian----- Xiangjun!

It's an Orephin warrior again! Still a Heavy Knight! Immediately, some of the mercenaries turned around and jumped into the icy Sangan River.

There was a brilliant light flashing, and the swan beauty with a delicate beauty mole on the corner of her mouth actually turned over and stepped on an iron cross beast that appeared out of thin air, and the flame tail swept wildly, and a silver fighting spirit bloomed brilliantly.

Some of the mercenaries fainted, and many more became incontinent.

A burly and tall bear man suddenly stood up from the crowd of goblins with his nose pinched, and his tower-like figure stood up like a majestic mountain flat, followed by a giant tree otter with heavy armor, this otter with terrifying fangs and twelve inches of sharp claws, even stronger than the cave bear, violent and wild, simply the embodiment of ferocity and savagery.

The bear-man stepped onto the saddle of the giant otter, and took off a giant axe and duck-shaped battle shield that were not too much for the door panel, and a fiery red light flashed all over his body, and the knotted muscles suddenly swelled.

The Heavy Scythes felt like their hairs were exploding.

The two knights' mishale badges on their helmets have already revealed their identities. This kind of Beamon warrior, if there is an opponent, then the only opponent is the human paladin and the legendary demon death knight.

Even if there are two Thorn Knights or Iron Knights now, it will be enough to collapse this group of basically unarmed mercenaries, but there are still two Silver Knights and Bronze Knights! In the Temple of Beamon, among the well-known Templars in the pan-continent, the lowest-level Knights of Thorns are twenty, the Iron Knights are ten, the Bronze Templars are only five, and the high-end Templars of Gold and Silver are only two!

Is there a prince or princess of Beamon? Or the Great Shaman of Vian? The formation of the mercenaries exploded in an instant, and the mercenaries who had just woken up from a dream still had one thought left, that is, ---- escape.

The Emerald cavalry quickly split their formations and began to outflank the charge, long knives waving, giant hooves trampling, and the nightmare repeated.

The only way for the mercenaries with daggers to resist was to use their necks to resist the cold knives and terrible heavy hooves, which were not used against the huge mammoth, even if it was to shave the toes of the mammoth.

The hippos also came ashore, and they joined the encirclement of the stragglers, and with their bare hands, whether they held weapons or not, the difference was not very great for their strong stature.

Corina pulled a sword flower and led the remaining cavalry of earth otters and cave bears, staring coldly at the only heavily armed scythes who did not escape. He was using the ancient rites of the Beamon warriors to express his admiration and respect for these brave warriors who did not escape.

Corina was actually lifting these heavily armed scythes, it wasn't that these scythes didn't want to run, facing a group of heavy cavalry in front and back, and two Templars watching from the sidelines, even if it was the use of escaping? Standing still can still make a game, and when the butt turns, it is equivalent to being trampled on by others.

The eyes of the Heavy Scythes moistened.

The Count on the other side of the river had seen a small force actually come ashore, and then saw the existence of a heavy scythe, and he was just as happy as these mercenaries, but this joy was soon half-pinned by a series of blows.

"Fire, fire!" The Count jumped off his horse, grabbed Master Ortega by the collar, pushed desperately, and shouted incoherently: "Elephants are afraid of fire!" Hurry up and deal with them with magical flames! And the Templars, don't be afraid, the Templars will not take the initiative to attack, you have to attack first, hurry, hurry up and deal with them! ”

"And you!" The Earl's other hand almost strangled Master Fran's neck, and he roared in a completely commanding tone, and the spat star sprayed the master all over his head and face.

The two masters were frantically pushed by the Earl, and almost didn't break up the old bones in their bodies, and hurriedly commanded the three magic apprentices to respond to the Earl's call, and held back their strength to launch magic fireballs on the opposite bank, but the apprentices' magic power was a little lame, and they fell into the Sangan River far from reaching the range.

Like the Beamon Sacrifice, not all magicians are ultra-long-range attackers, which also depends on strength, and the first-class Beamon Sacrifice, for example, the brilliant aura and evil aura of the Scepter Sacrifice can reach a maximum of about 1,500 yards, while the War Sacrifice is only a thousand yards at most.

In general, the attack range of the magician is farther than the sacrifice, Master Fran's union title is a high-level magician, and the attack radius is about two thousand yards, while the union title of Master Ortega is an intermediate magician, and the attack radius is about fifteen hundred yards, although the two masters are in the seven levels of magicians: magic apprentice, apprentice magician, intermediate magician, senior magician, magician, magician, and San Chio magician, but it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, in order to summon two powerful scrolls, Leng had made the two masters a waste, and now they were only in vain, and as for the pitiful level of their magic apprentices, it was simply too exalting for them to use in this kind of tragic battle across the river.

"I don't need a magic apprentice! I want you two masters to help me teach these bastards a lesson to Beamon! Cast a forbidden spell on me! Burn the city with groundfire! Give me a firestorm! Give me a hetero-distal space transfer! Come on! The Earl grabbed the two masters by the necks and threw them again.

The followers of the two masters had basically suffered casualties, and no one had to dig into the extremely rude behavior of the Earl.

The two masters rolled their eyes and looked at each other, feeling sad and powerless in each other's hearts.

The Earl is also knowledgeable, and the reports are all famous top-level magic, but the magic power of the two masters has already been consumed. After all, no one expected that this battle would be fought so badly, obviously the troops and equipment are better than the opponent, but I don't know why, the more I fight, the more I eat, the more chaotic I become.

Now that the future regent had spoken, the two masters couldn't help but be embarrassed, and they forced their weak bodies to reluctantly summon two magic flame birds through chanting and threw them across the river.

The Earl's hopeful expression was once again disappointed, and before the Magic Flame Bird could reach the other side, it was suddenly shot out in mid-air by a dozen water arrows that flew into starry spots and feathers.

"Water mage?" The eyes of the two masters hung obliquely for a long time, and the two mouths opened into open city gates, and each other's eyes rolled violently.

"It's a mermaid! Oh my God! My land! My God! It's a mermaid damn it," the Earl shook his fist back and forth, nagging like his dead brother of the ghost.

"If the magic power of the two of us is intact, how can we let one water mage suppress two fire mages!" The arrogant Master Ortega was so angry that his beard trembled.

Fire magic has always been the nemesis of water magic, but today is good, the hairy phoenix is not as good as Chekyin, two magicians who are proficient in fire and three magic apprentices are only suffocating on the side, and in turn are restrained by water magic.

"The Beamon cavalry is slaughtering my men! Guru! Use the Spatial Teleportation Array! My hairy rhino cavalry will be able to resist these Bimon cavalry! Send me forty horsemen!" Please, Master! Jennifer, the female leader of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group, grabbed Master Fran with tears in her eyes, and her shiny snot hung down to her plump and exaggerated chest.

"Space teleportation? Teleporting forty cavalry to the other side of the river, I just didn't spend any magic power, so I can barely do it, not to mention that my magic power is almost used up now, Captain Jennifer, do you think my spatial magic teleportation is a cheap ale from the treehouse bar? Can it be wholesaled and retailed? "It's really a pot that can't be opened, and Master Fran was depressed by Captain Jennifer.

"Keep fighting! Don't stop! Keep beating me hard! Lord Earl yelled at the two masters.

"Lord Earl, in order to summon the forbidden spell, the magic power of the two of us has almost run out, and it is already difficult to summon the flame bird just now, and it will bring harm to our bodies if we use it forcibly." Master Fran spread his hands helplessly and shook his head.

"These Beamons are too powerful." Master Ortega's eyelids drooped, and he said with great difficulty.

"Nonsense!" The Earl was almost mad, and an obscure dark red appeared on his handsome face, which was almost sickly white: "I don't allow you to admit defeat like that!" Give me a magic spell to get rid of the bedbugs in this damn river! Blasting these damn elephants away with my magic! ”

The two magicians smiled miserably, as magicians, they were actually restrained by each other's beatings and twos, how could they not feel ashamed, but the situation forced them, so they had to admit it.

"It's not enough magic, is it?" Count Totti hesitated, rubbed his hands, and pulled out from his bosom a bundle of crystal flasks tied together with a large string of leather bands, each of which was full of red liquid shaking.

The two masters almost snatched the bundle of crystal flasks, and Master Fran uncorked one of the bottles with a trembling hand, and a strong wave of magic immediately overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, filling the space.

"It's blood marrow, it's blood marrow!" Master Ortega trembled violently, his bloodshot eyes were full of burning greed, and his eyes were like the hungriest locusts, unable to conceal possession and ** able to light up the darkest night sky.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't waste any more time! The Count was impatient, he was saluting the Heavy Scythe, and now the Count still had that glimmer of hope.

The origin of "blood marrow" is not simple, this is the blood essence of the Batman of the Valombol tribe who is used to being called a "vampire" in the world------ who defected to the human camp in the Battle of Hyjal, the blood essence of the Batman of the Valombol tribe, because the batman always feeds on blood, and the blood of Warcraft is their favorite, so the "blood marrow" will congagulate in the bone marrow of every batman; Each batman can only extract twenty ounces of "blood marrow" in his lifetime, and the "blood marrow" contains an unusually abundant amount of elemental power, and only ten ounces can instantly replenish the magic necessary for a high-level magician. Since the apostasy, the batman has been in the Battle of Hyjal, helping the human magician to make immortal feats against the Beamon sacrifice, but the rabbit died and the dog cooked, after the Battle of Hyjal, the Batman was also crowned as a "vampire" by the Inquisition of the Holy See of St. Paul.

In the end, it is the first family of Dolot, who is powerful and wealthy, and as soon as the earl takes out his hand, it is a bundle of eight bottles of blood marrow, which shows that no matter who it is, there must always be some hidden killer at the bottom of the box.

The two masters didn't have time to think about why the Earl had such a superb treasure in the eyes of a mage, so they quickly drank a bottle of almost priceless blood marrow each.

The magician who had regained his magic power was terrifying, and Master Fran first applied a spatial teleportation array to the eight-headed hairy rhinoceros and thirty light cavalry who had already been assembled, and after the silver six-pointed star flashed, this group of new forces immediately appeared on the other side of the wide Sangan River.

After drinking a bottle of blood marrow again, Master Fran quickly applied a "weightlessness spell" to Master Ortega, the three magic apprentices, and himself, and the five magicians suddenly lost the grip of gravity, and like a feather, they flew up to the Sangan River, and in the blink of an eye, the five proud magicians had descended on the river just a hundred yards from the north bank.

The pride of the masters is definitely justified, with the support of blood marrow, and now facing the two magic masters, it is actually equivalent to about to start a car ** battle with six magicians.

Immediately a brilliant light flashed on the north bank of the Sangan River, and a hill-like Comodo war beast crushed a large area of reeds with its head held high, and roared in anger with an earth-shattering roar, and the electric rays of lightning swam on the "T" shaped horn.

In contrast, the other velociraptor that appeared at the same time was much more lame.

The two beauties did not show weakness, one beat the cowhide war drum, and the other rang the triangle bell.

It wasn't for the "weightlessness technique" that had counteracted gravity, and the two masters were afraid that they would plunge headlong into the icy Sanggan River.

It's not that I don't know that these two delicate beauties are sacrifices, but I didn't expect that they were actually two wurm sacrifices.

"My day." Master Ortega said.

The Heavy Scythe had two squadrons, one was killed by a fire, and one squadron was left {one squadron for a hundred men.}, and currently there is half a squadron on the other side of the river, fifty men.

When these fifty heavily armed scythes fell into the water, they were only a few dozen yards away from the riverbank, and under the buoyancy in the water and the size of the basketball team two meters away, it should be possible to hold their breath and get ashore safely.

The only mistake that the fairy dragon said was that it was a little late in directing the hippos to attack. Two hundred yards away, these heavily armed scythes would be dead.

(To be continued)