Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

A series of explosions rang out, and the hillside woods in front of the mountain became a sea of fire in an instant, and some lucky archers were blown to pieces and returned to the arms of death; Other archers were not as lucky, struggling desperately in the fire, unable to escape the magical flames.

"Kill!"

Stout figures rushed out of the mountains and forests, roaring and waving all kinds of weapons towards the convoy.

Elves and half-elves shoot calmly, each shot taking a life.

Without the threat of the archers, the orc guards have raised their spears...... At this point, Hathaway was still very satisfied, although they were once slaves, but Hathaway gave them hope, at this time, seeing their kind, the orc guards did not turn against each other, which made Hathaway very satisfied, but she would never let her hard-trained guards have too much to lose in this kind of battle. So, just when the thieves were still more than a hundred meters away from the phalanx of the orc guards, she cast her magic again.

Three 'misty power grids' were thrown out in a row, and in the mist, countless arcs of electricity intertwined into pieces of power grids, jumping on those thieves...... The thieves rushed and fell as fast as they could, their bodies twitching helplessly on the ground, and they let out a terrible scream, and a strange, disgusting smell filled the air.

The composition of these thieves is not very complicated, some of them are exiled prisoners, but most of them are mine slaves who have fled into the mountains and forests, and their lives are already hopeless. For them, every robbery represents a new life, and even death cannot stop them.

Although Hathaway didn't want to have too many injuries to his men, this kind of battle was the best time to train the Guardians' combat effectiveness, and it was also the time to test them. So, she shot two more 'Rain Blasters' at the back of the thieves, turning their back into a sea of fire.

The thieves who had already rushed out had temporarily lost contact with their companions behind them, and they could not retreat, they could only move forward. I hope to be able to fight my way out. Hathaway looked at the thieves coldly. But he didn't continue to shoot.

"Shield!" Barthes. Willy let out a loud shout, and the guards at the front immediately raised their shields and prepared to defend.

"Kill~"

The thieves rushed forward with blood-red eyes, wielding weapons of all kinds. There is no way back for them at this point. Don't kill each other. It is they who die.

It was not the first time that the orc guards had fought calmly at the thieves rushing in front of them, and they did not feel the slightest fear that the enemy archers had been defeated. Not enough to pose a threat to them, and most importantly, they have a powerful mage master, and victory is unquestionable.

Seeing that the thieves were getting closer and closer to the team, their faces became even more hideous when seen up close, and the first-card guards were also breathing rapidly...... There is excitement, there is also nervousness, and compared to professional soldiers, they are indeed a little worse.

The half-elves and elven archers were still shooting steadily, and almost every bullet would destroy an enemy, either the leader of the thieves, or the bravest of them, and the inexplicable fall of their companions one by one, which terrified the thieves...... They were actually more nervous than the guards.

"Shoot!"

Seeing that the thieves were already within attack range, and some of their weapons were almost on the shield, Barth. Willy let out a loud shout, and the guards, who had already been ready, stabbed their spears out as they usually trained.

Burst! Burst! Burst!

Those thieves had no protective equipment at all, the spear easily pierced their bodies, and with their screams, blood arrows burst out with the drawing of the spear, and some thieves who were not killed immediately fell in front of the shield, but those shield soldiers drew their broadswords and slashed them one by one, and the corpses immediately fell in front of the battle array.

The shield was tilted to one side, but it didn't matter, and a spear stabbed out and struck the smirkling thief, picking out a bloody wound on him and his throat; Hurt! Unable to die, a soft white magical glow shrouded the wounded's body, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye; There was no problem that the shot didn't hit the crux of the guy on the other side, and the shield man at the front was already ready to strike, and the broadsword swung out sharply, cutting off his head......

"Convoy! Advance! "Barthes. Willy waved his sword and shouted, his face covered with beads of blood, and his face looked particularly hideous when he shouted.

"Convoy! Advance! ”

The guards responded to their captain, and although they were half-orcs, they had been transforming into warriors since they were bought back by the lord...... Hathaway didn't use them as cannon fodder, they received the most formal training, they had equipment that ordinary private soldiers couldn't match, and their meals were very tasty, even better than ordinary civilians, and they would be treated if they were sick or injured...... And Hathaway also promised that they would not be abandoned even if they were crippled, and now was the time for them to prove their worth.

With each step forward, the convoy trampled on the corpses and blood of the enemy, and when one of the shieldmen fell, a pikeman immediately rushed forward, threw the spear in his hand, picked up the shield, drew the broadsword at his waist, and continued on his way.

Although the thieves have the advantage of numbers, but they lack strict training, under the blows of Hathaway and the archers, the thieves' command has been completely disorganized, but they have no way out, behind them is a large sea of fire and fog that has not completely dissipated, and in front of them is a forest of shield walls and guns, they can only rush forward with their lives, and they do not even dare to surrender.

Hathaway stood at the top of the carriage like a pole, and although the occasional arrow came at her, it was either not on the right track or was deflected by the defensive arrows from her magic robes. After the first few magical blows, Hathaway had the guards fight for the first time, while she simply observed the battlefield, occasionally treating wounded guards.

The convoy has also paid its price, especially the shieldmen in front, there have been casualties, but their progress is also noticeable...... Their breathing grew heavier, but their strides were firmer, their arms stronger, and the orc guards were finally true warriors.

Hathaway's gaze turned to Squadron Leader Siccone. Sheldon looked.

"Get on the horse!"

Sicconi, who was already ready. Sheldon nodded slightly, then let out a loud shout, and the Praetorian Guard knights mounted their horses.

As soon as Hathaway raised her hand, a golden halo spilled out of her hand...... Starting with the Three Divine Techniques, those Praetorian Guard knights suddenly felt full of strength and their courage doubled.

"Praetorian Guard! Charge! "Sicconi. Sheldon pointed his spear forward, then instigated his horse and began to charge.

"Praetorian Guard! Charge! ”

Fifty Praetorian Guard knights shouted, and their commander rode and charged...... Although their numbers were not large, the uniform rhythm of the attack made the sound of those war horses like a deep war drum, like a rolling angry wave rushing towards the thieves.

The cavalry came out, and the battle could basically be said to be over, these knights were all one man and three horses, although they lost some of the attack of the thieves and shooters at the beginning, but it did not affect the combat effectiveness of the knights, and the sharp and heavy cavalry spears were in their hands, like a light iron drill, and a human-shaped char burn was pierced on it, and those thieves suddenly collapsed.

The thieves fled like sparrows, and no one could describe the destructive power of these knights, who were like scythe-wielding grim reapers, who cared no more about the weapons they were having, and every rise and fall of their spears brought a mist of blood; The riding gun did not have time to be drawn...... It didn't matter, they drew their heavy knightly swords, each of which slashed a head; And then there are the most terrifying shooters of the thieves, with mysterious weapons in their hands that can take the lives of thieves without them knowing.

A river of blood!

This is the most accurate description Hathaway could find.

Although she had already been mentally prepared, the intense bloody exterior and stumps everywhere still made her almost vomit, compared to this scene, the dismemberment case when she was a police officer in the past was simply a small thing.

"My lord, go back to the car and rest for a while." Or Stilwell. Pang Sen noticed that her face was a little pale, and knew that she was a little uncomfortable, so he gently persuaded her to go back to rest.

"Clean up the battlefield, go to Mr. Hughes to get some healing potions, and if you are seriously injured, come and sue me ......"

Hathaway endured the discomfort and gave some orders, and then hurriedly got into the carriage.

"You have to get used to it. Chaos in the world of Titans has sprouted, and war is a matter of time. The veteran said calmly.

"One will succeed for eternity."

Hathaway sighed with emotion, and suddenly asked, "Veteran, there must be more worlds besides the Titan world, right?" ”

"Of course. The Divine Realm is the highest level of world, but there are many worlds parallel to the Titan Realm, and in ancient times, all races could not only travel to and from the Divine Realm, but also use teleportation arrays or special alchemy tools to travel to other worlds. We elves also have a separate world......" The veteran was attracted by Hathaway and began to remember.

The surrounding mines have been restored to tranquility, and although it is close to the exit of the mining area, the surrounding ore has already been dug up almost completely, otherwise it would not be overgrown. At this time, the guards began to clear the battlefield, and all the thieves who were wounded and not dead were reshot, and they had absolutely no spare supplies to treat those thieves.

There were only about two dozen thieves alive and intact, and they began to collect the corpses on the ground, guarded by some guards...... These bodies had to be cremated and buried deep to avoid the formation of the plague.

Barthes. Willy and Spia. Rodtrim sent scouts, mainly to make sure the thieves were really retreating.

After two magical hours, the convoy was back on the road, and there was a strange smell in the air, which was emitted by the burning of corpses, and which had not yet dissipated. (To be continued......)