If you don't reach the Sanggan River, you won't die - a proverb that has been passed down in the Aegean Continent ever since.

Master Fran and Master Ortega didn't have a smooth journey back to the other side, and another apprentice fell under the damn little witch's endless magical water arrows on the way back.

After finally reaching the south bank, the two masters used space to exchange time and gradually reversed the decline.

Across the wide Sangan River, it is not easy for even a sharpshooter to shoot a moving object, let alone attack with magic, at this time, the magic battle between the two sides has changed from a quick confrontation at close range to a training hall for medium and high-level magic—only the covering blow of medium and high-level magic will have a certain lethality to long-distance targets.

From the point of view of equipment, there is not much difference between the two sides.

The two magicians came prepared, and the magic scrolls were tucked in their arms one by one, and after fighting for a long time, the two great magicians suddenly remembered that they still had a few gems and magic crystals in their pockets - this low-level mistake is actually not entirely to blame for the two masters, Master Fran and Master Ortega have also participated in battles before, and they still have some combat experience. But in which battle, the magician was not afraid of flying in the palm of his hand, and was afraid of melting in his mouth, but was placed in the back of the town and calmly performed his magic; What time has there been a time when the battle has been like this, and there have been so many formidable opponents?

Since he came to this damn Beamon territory, he was first seriously stimulated by the Pig who couldn't be beaten no matter how he fought, and finally solved this Pig, and before he could ease his mind, he fell into another bitter battle, and then he was severely stimulated by the unexpected joy of "blood marrow", and then he was seriously humiliated by a middle-level magician of the water system, how could the two masters have room to calm down and think.

But it's not too late, although the magic power stored in the gems and magic crystals can't catch up with the "blood marrow", but it's better than nothing, the two masters blushed at each other, and hurriedly changed the gems on the staff.

Avril's equipment is not bad, not to mention the "Elemental Spring" and magic crystals, and there are not a few magic clam shell scrolls that have been hoarded in the past two months.

But in terms of real strength, Avril has no advantage at all.

Water magic is originally the weakest attack power among all types of magic, and fire magic happens to be the nemesis of water magic, this gap is not easy to see when using low-level magic, but in the battle of medium and high-level magic, this gap is obvious. However, after all, the mermaid is born with the ability to communicate with the water element, although it is a mid-level magician, but Avril can still summon high-level magic through the clam shell scroll, which is of course much stronger than Master Ortega, who can only use medium-level magic, but with the addition of a high-level magician such as Master Fran, Avril's luck ends here.

In long-distance magician battles, both sides use medium and high-level magic to bombard each other, even if the mermaid's casting speed is fast, it is limited faster than that of human magicians, let alone one-on-two.

Master Ortega first launched a retaliatory attack on Avril with the mid-level fire magic "Flame Meteor", and Avril met it with the high-level water-based magic "Water Blade Storm" and completely defeated the power of this "Flame Meteor".

After the water elemental and the fire elemental collided violently and dissipated into the air, Master Fran made a very insidious time difference, and his high-level spatial magic "Three Rounds of Dimensional Slash" happened to strike at this time.

In the end, they are two treacherous magicians, I have to admit that this kind of play, even Avril with a small mouthful of "Elemental Spring" under the root of her tongue can't compete at all, just now Avril used speed to defeat five, and now she is in turn restrained by speed.

The defeat just now was actually not a matter of strength at all, and the two masters were really stunned by Avril's full use of her speed advantage and the swift and fast rogue play style of "brick breaking martial arts, machete chopping and fighting spirit" at close range. In fact, it was not only the two magicians who were stunned, but all the members of the entire slave hunting group, which one of them was not beaten by Fei Lengcui's gang of country Beamon, who was beaten to death by the old master's skin-like style of playing with random punches, so that he couldn't even find the direction.

Humans are human beings, and after they have stabilized their position, they can always find a solution, explore their strengths, dig out the weaknesses of their enemies, and then attack their opponents in turn. This is the fundamental reason why humans can dominate this continent, not Beamon, elves, or dwarves.

Avril is now crying bitterly, the "three rounds of dimensional slashes" that flew over the river were like three flying axes riding the wind and waves, and finally knocked out one with a series of water arrows, and the remaining two had already flown in front of her.

Master Fran's expectant expression was still disappointed.

He also ignored the two beautiful priests, who were just as foolish as ignoring the magician, and by the time Master Ortega summoned the "Flame Meteor", the two priests were already singing a loud battle song.

The remaining two powerful magical powers of this "Three Rounds of Dimensional Slash" disappeared the moment they approached the riverbank. While the power of a single "Arina's Dispel Song" can't eliminate the energy of a high-level magic, two war songs and a war dance are definitely not a problem to dispel a mentor-level magic.

"Song of Magic Dispersal?" The two masters glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders regretfully.

If you don't reach the Sanggan River, you won't die.

Knowing that the speed of Beamon's sacrifice was far from being as fast as the magician's spell casting, the two immortal magicians summoned a high-level magic and a mid-level magic through the scroll again, and blasted towards the opposite bank.

This time, Avril didn't bother to intercept these two magics, and directly took the monstrous waves of the Sangan River with a "hurricane slash" and viciously pounced on the two human magicians.

The sacrificial demon pets are not dry meals, and the thunder and lightning of the Komodo War Behemoth and the Velociraptor also made the two magicians realize a serious problem - the Wurm-level Warcraft, but only the magicians with the title of Magician or above can resist it.

Although the magic used by both beasts is not high-level, they can perform magic instantaneously, rather than being summoned through lengthy spells and chanting like mages.

In medium and long-distance combat, except for the mentor-level magic, grandmaster-level magic, and saint-level magic used by magicians, magistors, and saint-chio magicians, Wurm-level magic beasts can completely rely on their instantaneous magic speed advantage to defeat quality with quantity.

Neither of the two masters had reached the level of using magic above the grandmaster level, so they could only continue to eat.

The soaring "Hurricane Slash" smashed the magic shields of the two masters into pieces at once, not a row of mercenaries who volunteered to hold battle shields in front of them, and the two masters were more or less going to hang up some color.

Under the helpless summoning of Lord Totti, the two arrogant archmages fled as if on the embankment, and after both sides could not help each other, the battle of the mages ended very tacitly.

Count Totti wanted to cry at this time.

From Dolot, a sumptuous formation of three thousand mercenaries and marauders, and upon entering the Emerald Gate, a squadron of spearmen, a squadron of great swordsmen, and an archer fell on the death steps of the red clay slopes, plus a heavy scythe burned by a fire, a catapult and a bed crossbow operator killed by the dead Pig, and the mage's followers who had been blown away by the terrible birdwing ballista, and it is conservatively estimated that four hundred and fifty men had fallen before the river had been crossed.

Not to mention the tragic situation in the Sanggan River, because they did not know the nature of the water, there were at least seventy or eighty mercenaries who fell into the water and drowned, and more than twenty hippopotamus warriors each smashed five short axes, not to mention another hundred and thirty or forty people, and also took people and horses to kill about 250 light cavalry, and the three hundred mercenaries who finally climbed to the north bank were killed with the assistance of two wurm sacrifices, two Templars, a mixed team of mammoth cavalry, and hundreds of bear goblins, goblins, and ogre helpers who suddenly appeared.

Forty cavalrymen finally teleported over, and they were also lost.

At present, there are less than 1,600 people left in the entire slave hunting group, and from nearly 3,000 people at the time of departure, half of them have been lost in a blink of an eye.

Among the remaining personnel, in addition to more than 300 servant knights loyal to the Sherpa family and their servants, the Sherpa family's biggest loss was that when crossing the river, a slave hunting squadron and more than 40 excellent scouts originally sent out were defeated by the hippopotamus warriors, and the others were desolate, only 50 giant scythes of the "Tornado" mercenary group remained, and the two squadron leaders were killed, and the "Metal Rose" mercenary group was even worse, the regiment commander and deputy regiment commander were all hanging, and there were only three squadrons of light cavalry and about 70 regiment commanders on the south bank, 300 light cavalry is still full of ** - a medium-sized mercenary group of 1,500 people, but they were actually crippled alive. With the help of "Blood Marrow", the two magicians were also killed by the other party with their two apprentices and all their followers, and fled back in embarrassment.

"Fooled!" Count Totti gazed at the Sangan River reluctantly, muttering the phrase.

There were two hundred strong slave warriors, two dozen Orephine warriors, two dozen hippopotamus warriors, three hundred goblin warriors and two hundred vassal warriors, plus two wurm priests and two Templars plus a water mage, which was enough strength to fight a head-on battle with the slave catchers.

But the other party chose a strategy, and under this insidious strategy, Beamon annihilated a whole half of the human slave trapping group at the cost of small casualties and a burned red clay slope!

"I think that I am a highly talented student who graduated from the Academy of San Francisco Di, but unknowingly, I was played with by a group of stupid orcs, first relying on the dangerous terrain to block the attack, wrongly guiding my thinking, lightly attacking the enemy, and then striking at me with the Sangan River naval army...... Who came up with such a vicious plan? We're here to attack them......" The Count thought to and over in his mind, and the poor Count was about to go mad with torture.

Looking at the insurmountable danger of the Sanggan River, the Earl couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

"Priest! Why didn't I bring a senior priest this time, only a priest! If there is a divine spell of the priest, how can I let the evil aura of Beamon's sacrifice ravage my cavalry! Why didn't I bring enough hoplites this time! With hoplites, how could I have had eight Beamon hold me off on the death steps for so long! If my catapult squad and bed crossbow squad were still there, and the geometrician Archimedes was still there, how could I let the two magicians personally cover the infantry that had landed on me! Why don't I have a magician? Sanganhe, why the don't you have a bridge? The Earl yelled at the Sangan River, drew his sword, and slashed at the air.

"My lord, shall we retreat back to Dorot first?" Master Fran asked cautiously.

"I'm really unwilling." The Count shook his head in pain, and gazed again at the other side, where there were beautiful women, everything he wanted, but there was the Sanggan River, and there was a group of extremely dangerous hippopotamus warriors.

Beamon on the other side erupted in cheers, and countless Beamon warriors began to climb on the rattan boats and bamboo rafts, and it seemed that they were preparing for a counterattack.

The Earl watched for a long time, and when he saw that Beamon had really paddled the oars, he realized that it was indeed true.

And this kind of good thing? The Count rolled his eyes in disbelief.

Lord Earl quickly used his military mind to make an accurate estimate, Beamon has a total of five or six hundred warriors, the number of rattan boats and bamboo rafts is not very large, the first batch of people to transport across the river is at most two or three hundred, the Comodo war giant beast due to its huge size, it can't be counted for the time being, the velociraptor and the mammoth will be able to drain water, but the two magicians are still there, the magic power is still very abundant, and the two masters can use the fire magic that the mammoth giant elephant fears the most, and there are still 1,600 people in their own headquarters, Among them were a thousand light cavalry, who could charge with their spears when Beamon came ashore, and fifty hoplites, and five or six hundred infantry.

This ratio made the earl's heart beat so fast.

Without the natural danger of the Sanggan River, they are so confident? Is it another conspiracy? The Count was rapidly considering another possibility.

As if in response to the Count's conjecture, dozens of rattan boats appeared out of thin air on the river, and countless Bimon warriors sat on them.

"Phew! It's just a trick! Lord Count, what shall we do now? Don't let this magic of manipulating light fool you. "The two magicians are obviously ready to move at once, and even the erudite magicians are not immune to the unyielding personality of human beings.

"All ready!" Lord Earl gritted his teeth: "Array to meet the enemy!" ”

A slightly strange "king"-shaped battle formation opened its own bloody mouth on the tidal flat below the embankment where the "Fei Lengcui Toll Station" was located on the north bank.

Five or six hundred servants were arranged at the forefront with a line of skirmishers, and more than three hundred Sherpa slave catchers and hundreds of sappers behind them occupied the most open tidal flat on the north bank of the Sanggan River, and in the middle of this compact phalanx were heavily armed giant scythes and earls armed to the teeth plus dozens of skilled guards, and even a dozen black slaves were issued weapons to follow left and right, thousands of light cavalry spread out from the two wings behind the earl, two magicians and magic apprentices were behind the cavalry, Sitting on a simple high platform made of bamboo, he waited for the battle.

This kind of hierarchical structure, to put it bluntly, each layer is set up with the earl's lineage, which has a bit of the meaning of supervising the team.

Why put the most poorly equipped servants at the forefront, in addition to the fact that the lives of these servants are relatively cheap, the two magicians and the Earl have other considerations and have a deep plan - this battle really trains people, and after a series of blows, the two magicians began to learn to think very calmly.

The more Count Totti observed the terrain, the more he felt he was sure.

This place is really good, a hundred yards back of the tidal flat is the embankment, two hundred yards away from the embankment is the burning red clay slope, which can provide a good line of sight, this tidal flat is very large, the battle formation occupies directly in front of a piece of open land about forty yards long, about two hundred yards wide, and it is also the only large bank mouth, the embankment in other places has been dug by the river water too narrow and steep, but here it is as if it was a stick, there is a huge collapse, forming a natural port.

If the Beamons chose to climb ashore from some other steep embankment, the cavalrymen could quickly rush over and stab the outcropping Beamon to death one by one with their rifles; The lush reeds on the tidal flats, after being harvested back and forth by the servants, were all piled up in a row at the mouth of the river, which was used to set fire to the mammoth cavalry; Because of the winter, the soft mud of the whole tidal flat has become as hard as iron, which is simply suitable for cavalry charges. A thousand horsemen! The Earl thought to himself, "If I exchange two cavalry for you, the life of one Beamon warrior will be enough."

Everything was ready, and the Earl was sweating in his palms.

The two magicians began to compete with the two priests again, and the attack magic of the demonic beast was only two or three hundred yards away, and the magician still had a lot of initiative. The two magicians knew that it was a dream to sink a ship in front of a mermaid and two sacrifices who could use the "Song of Arina's Dispersal", but they had to try.

True and fake vine boats, mixed together, the two magicians didn't later unearth gems and magic crystals, and there was really no backhand to deal with these cunning Beamon warriors.

The distance was close to two hundred yards, and the velociraptor that could swim in the water began to flutter in the river, Master Fran and Master Ortega began to be passively beaten, the instantaneous magic of the monster was strong, and the two masters symbolically helped the heavy scythe hand to bless a few shields and then there was no response, at this time the arrangement of the two masters worked, and the servants used simple wooden shields to protect the heavy scythes and slave hunters, and the wooden shield resisted the "chain lightning" attack of the velociraptor with obvious effect―――――― wood is not conductive. Although the servants suffered some losses, the Count was perfectly acceptable to the result.

The slave catcher also began to use the selected bow and arrow to suppress the opponent, after all, he was not a well-trained full-time archer, and he didn't know that he should use upward shooting instead of flat shooting at this time, so this sparse rain of arrows would not bring much damage to the opponent――――― the opponent's shield was quite a lot, and the two most advanced rattan boats also erected super turtle shells with the same gate plates on both sides.

The Earl cried out again in remorse and chagrin why there was not a single squadron of archers.

The light cavalry restlessly restrained the horses under their seats in the rear column, although the horses did not do anything out of the ordinary, they still couldn't help but subconsciously reined in, most of the cavalry were trembling, the taste of falling into the water in winter was not pleasant, they felt that their hands holding the spears were a little numb.

It seemed as if 10,000 years had passed, and Beamon's rattan boats and bamboo rafts had stopped about thirty yards from the shore, and even the mammoths and velociraptors that had come slowly had stopped their progress, and now it was shallow water, and a dozen of them were half dabbling in the water, half exposed to the cold, dry air.

It's a dangerous distance.

The Count and the two magicians were calculating that the distance would be enough for the beautiful woman to unleash the Comodo War Behemoth, and enough for the mammoth cavalry to charge ashore, and it would be more suitable to light the reeds.

But the Comodo war beasts didn't appear, and the mammoths and velociraptors didn't rush ashore.

This was literally torturing the nerves of all humans, and the small-scale harassment on both sides had all stopped at this time, and the weapons in the hands of the humans were tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and they were all swallowing and foaming with difficulty.

"What?" Lord Count looked nervously at these Beamon warriors, unsure what kind of medicine they were selling.

At this time, all the Beamons collectively raised their heads in the air, and sang a song in a neat voice with a big throat like a father's death and a mother's remarriage.

"A Sanggan River~~The waves are wide~~The wind blows the two sides of the rose~~My family lives on the red clay slope~~I'm used to hearing the horn of the north wind~~I'm used to seeing the Taimurraya Snow Mountain~~My friend is here, there is rum~~If the human comes~~The prismatic spear that greets it~~"{Which brother provided this?} The singing voice is particularly majestic in the chorus of hundreds of people, and it is also a widely spread human lingua franca, although there are many local accents with different dialects, but it does not hinder the comprehension ability of the human alliance.

"Prism guns?" Human curiosity caused everyone to turn their heads strangely into each other's ears, asking each other what it was.

"This is the prism gun!" A thunderclap shook the earth from behind the human race.

Humanity collectively turned back.

Twenty majestic mountain bearmen, each armed with two silver spears that turned windmills, stood drunkenly on the embankment about a hundred yards behind the human battle formation, and behind them was the thatched shed toll booth; Twenty-two strong men resembling the lions of the Rhine, each carrying a copper rod, stood proudly on the left side of the bears, and forty-five Dir muskmen on ostriche-like mounts lined up on the right side of the bears, and these musk men soon gave many of the Sherpa slave catchers a look of déjà vu.

There was a lot of conspicuous red dirt on these Beamon's hair and clothes, and their expressions were cold and confident.

The human race was completely attracted by the Beamon army crossing the river, and it was not known when this group of Beamon appeared.

"Don't mess around! Don't mess around! Whoever destroys the formation, cuts him! The Count shouted so loudly that even he knew he could scream so loudly. There were faint traces of commotion in the crowd around them, but fortunately, the earl's descendants were more and were being suppressed.

"They don't even have a hundred, you don't have to worry! Attention all infantry, keep your eyes straight ahead of you! Attention Metal Rose Cavalry! Kill these Beamons! For every one killed, I'll give a bounty of 100 gold coins! The Earl gave the order as slowly as he could, in a gentle tone.

The two masters nervously observed the movements of the vine boats and mammoth cavalry in the river, and turned their heads from time to time to observe the sudden appearance of the Beamon warriors, although the two masters still smiled on the surface, but the staff and magic scroll they held tightly had betrayed the tension in their hearts deeply.

The light cavalry of the metal rose had been ready to shout at their horses and rush over, when a sudden blow left them in a state of disarray.

The bears respectfully moved out of the way, and seven tall and burly Oraphine giant elephant warriors, a strong figure set off like a moon and stars came into the eyes of the cavalry.

What a terrible and familiar figure!

Two tiger head hooks, a mace on his back, a body of fierce and wild muscles, trademark chest hair, and a thirty-six-ounce gold chain around his neck.

On his shoulder rested a macaw, leisurely feathering, and at his feet stood a snowy pouch in a bearskin top hat and a leopard-skin belly pocket, and a little piglet with a wagging tail.

In the small claws of this Frost Snow Oak actually held two eight-edged copper hammers that were larger than its body.

A Wolf and four Green Mantis men stood behind him with their hands in their hands, their eyes cold and condensed.

The two great magicians had dull eyes and opened their mouths wide open, like singing hippos.

The hussars of the Metal Rose will never forget who this Beamon is! All human beings will never forget who he is!

A passage of swords and swords! A silver-shining birdwing ballista! Flying guillotine! Raise a woolly rhino and smash it to the ground!

"Give you a fair chance! Mages and human warriors! I will show you what a true Beamon warrior is! The unbeatable Pigran said, "In addition, I want you to remember a sentence with your blood and life!" ”

A huge snow crane flew over the emerald with a silver light.

The unbeatable Pige stood proudly in the strong wind, his long hair fluttering in the air, his eyes like a comet piercing the night sky.

"You're a bunch of stupid bs!" Pig raised the pair of huge tiger head hooks in his hand and let out an earth-shattering roar.

The brilliant golden steel long knife reflected the night in the next moment.

(To be continued)