In addition to the knights of the Knight Alliance, most of the forwards of the Monks Guild were some big noble lords, and they saw the bloody scene in front of them up close, and several nobles turned pale and subconsciously moved backwards, and their servants and guards naturally moved together, which immediately caused the queues that were originally close together to push and squeeze each other, causing a riot of no small scale. [No pop-ups.]

The nobles who had already set foot on the bridge deck retreated from the bridge in panic, and rushed back as if fleeing for their lives, the knuckles of the horses pulling the reins were strangled bloodless, and their throats let out a roar of fear or anger, seeing that they were about to rush into the queue, a chaos that affected the entire dragon slayer army was about to spread, and a dozen red fireballs flew out of the mage's array, and the hot air wave grazed the ears of a swordsman, making a few sizzling sounds.

"Bang!"

The head of a panicked nobleman was instantly burst open by two more piercing fireballs, and there were seven other nobles with the same ending, the headless body was still clutching the reins, and even the posture did not change, and the horses continued to rush forward as if they did not realize that their master had lost his life, and when they saw the sharp blade, they naturally retracted their hooves and dodged to the sides of the team.

And so, this terrifying and eerie scene was pulled out like a touring canvas.

At this time, the swordsman wiped his sideburns, and when he opened his palm, he saw that a few strands of hair had turned into charcoal.

A middle-aged mage in a dark gold and red robe slowly lowered the staff in his hand under a shocked gaze, his expression indifferent, and he did not say a word.

These dozen or so fireballs are both in terms of speed, angle, and manipulation skills. They have all reached the level of a high-level mage. In particular, the two fireballs that collided with each other neutralized each other's strength just right, so that the corpse did not fall and rested firmly on the horse's back, as for the fireball that suddenly came before, it can be seen that the former is like a crude butcher wielding a kitchen knife, while the latter is like a well-made work of art.

The originally noisy scene suddenly stalled.

It's just that it wasn't just the headless nobles who retreated, but also their brigade attendants, who saw their master being killed by their own people, and they suddenly felt their minds confused in panic. The sight before him was clearly beyond his comprehension, and he ran forward mechanically with his feet, his eyes blank.

A cold light flashed in Mei Weisi's beautiful eyes at the forefront, and she waved her hand lightly, her fiery red arm armor was like a sudden burst of flame, a muffled sound of metal cutting into flesh and bone poured into the eardrum, and then there was a clattering fall. All the earth attendants lay in front of the array, smeared with blood.

Their throats, trachea, and blood veins were all severed with a sword, and all of their wounds were in the same place, cutting in from the softest place and ending in the most suitable place, even when the blood spurted out.

The heavily armored knights who were neatly lined up in front of them all maintained a posture of slashing their swords straight up with their hands in the center of their eyebrows, but the blades of their swords were slightly stained with a little red. It looks glaring.

Together with the mounts beneath them, they were motionless like statues, barely slitting their metal helmets in a cold and unforgiving manner.

If the mage's bloodless attack was the art of killing, then it was the real killing, direct, fast, and without any delay.

In this process, only the two actions of "chopping" and "receiving" appeared, succinctly and clearly telling everyone that the original path to the door of death was so simple.

"Blasphemers. Chop!"

"Those who disobey the edict will be killed!"

"Whoever forsakes the creed, slash!"

Sonorous and cold characters popped out of Mayvis's mouth, slamming into everyone's chests like a hammer, smashing into a violent concussion. Time. Most people's eyes were filled with horror. All of them were silent and fearful.

This female knight, who usually didn't talk much, showed amazing strength at the moment. Her face was solemn and cold, the center of her eyebrows was full of evil energy, and the flame-like armor bloomed with blood-colored streamers in the scorching sun.

In the silent scene, Luo Landi's eyes glanced around slightly, and from his point of view, the left and right wings and the front were lined up by ordinary nobles and mercenaries, while the real elite was in the middle of the formation, combined with the seemingly unrelated cooperation between the mage and the knights just now, but there was a tacit cooperation, and he immediately pouted and smiled.

The arrangement of the monks was originally for ulterior motives, to deter these rabble.

As soon as they entered the hinterland of the Nanfeng Islands, because they did not encounter the resistance of too strong enemies, and the momentum of the monks' society was extremely large, the mood of arrogance and slackness slowly grew, which was like a poisonous insect eating the rhizomes, the scenery on the surface is infinite, but in the dark it may decay at any time, and if it blows again in the wind and rain, it may collapse for a while.

For such a situation, we can only take ruthless and decisive measures to cut off the tumor with one sword.

Such means have proven to be direct and effective.

Slaughtering a few innocuous nobles, shocking all those involved in the dragon slaying, reminding them that it would be a tragic battle, and finally uttering an inviolable decree to unify the members of the Monk Guild from all sides of the continent in one fell swoop, this arrangement and means can be called quite clever.

Luo Lan swept over the faces of these monks one by one, looking at their calm and calm faces, he raised a little vigilance in his heart again, it seems that they are indeed not simple characters, and they have to be more careful to deal with them next.

After nodding his head secretly, he turned his attention to what was happening in front of him, what was the matter with that fireball just now? Looking at the stone bridge in the distance, he couldn't see any clues, but how did Flosanders see it? He glanced suspiciously at the face of the half-elf, who was now completely gloating and laughing and cramping, and this kind of expression made many people indignantly believe that this was obviously just a coincidence.

Whispers came from the queue of mage apprentices not far away, obviously they were discussing the reason for the attack, Luo Lan's heart moved, he tried to use the thief's eavesdropping technique, but the sound of the waves of the sea and the wind of the torrent affected the sound, and it was already blurred in his ears, at this moment, the clear words came to his ears, he glanced at Adozimath, who was standing behind, and gave an appreciative look. Due to the interconnection of souls, the latter obviously sensed the intentions of his master, and his thief skills were obviously more sophisticated than Luo Lan's, and he immediately borrowed the voice he had heard to clearly transmit it through the channel of his heart.

"There are no elemental fluctuations, it should be a talent attack. ”

"It's not very powerful, apprentice level, snort, as long as you wear an ordinary anti-demon accessory, you can stop it. ”

"Such a long distance, senior brother, how did they manage it?"

"Hmm, it should be something like an ancient rune array, relying on some magic crystals to stand in a hidden corner and attack......"

"Shh......h Silence, the mentor is thinking!"

Luo Lan nodded, although this "senior brother" pretended to be a little old and betrayed the old, but on the bridge deck with a wide line of sight, it seemed that such a statement was the only reasonable explanation, but now where the enemy is hiding, how many there are, and whether there are other means, his side does not know anything about this, if he can't come up with effective means, he can almost conclude that the next thing is to rush through this method.

However, this is also the most helpless and aggrieved approach, in case of setbacks and difficulties, it will inevitably cause a more or less blow to morale.

At this time, several mages who were thinking about it seemed to have a result, and it could be seen from a distance that Olaser and Mogowatts exchanged a few words with each other, and seemed to have reached a consensus.

To Luo Lan's surprise, it was the five white-robed sacrifices brought by Mogo Watts who finally walked out of the queue.

The five priests were all in their sixties, with gray hair, solemn expressions, and bright eyes, and it could be seen that each of them was a priest who held martial law, and had extraordinary attainments in spiritual arts.

They chanted strange and dry incantations in a low voice, and slowly raised the short-handled staff in their hands, and the magic crystal on the end of the staff suddenly made a faint vibration, as their hands rose higher and higher, gradually moving to the top of their heads, something seemed to vibrate in the air, and the most bizarre thing was that on the stone bridge opposite, the light and scenery seemed to be distorted, rippling out a texture like water waves.

"Break the magic!

The five priests let out a loud shout at the same time, and the staff in their hands pointed forward in unison!

"Ping!"

Like the sound of glass breaking, the scene within a few hundred meters in front of it suddenly shattered and was reduced to its original entity. Eight rudimentary stone towers were erected in the passage of the stone bridge, separated by some distance from each other, and those who got a little closer could see a small abyssal creature crouching on them, their dark purple scales covered with moss and stucco that blocked the sunlight, and their red eyes staring at the ranks of the Monks, and when they shattered the illusionary mirror, they let out terrible cries and spat out red fireballs from their mouths.

The knights lined up in front of them watched as the fireballs smashed into one deep pit after another in the ground in front of them, even as the dirt and grass roots were kicked up to their ankles, and they remained motionless and frighteningly calm.

"Flame kobold?" a disdainful sneer tugged at the corner of Olasser's mouth, and just as he was about to wave his hand to order the mages to attack and clear the obstacles, a figure rushed out with an astonishing momentum, and the fierce wind pressure swept his mage robes fluttering.

"Chester Knight!?"