Hearing Lin Mu's order, the soul walkers were stunned for a moment. Although they are also sympathetic to the plight of the half-elves, and hope that these poor people who have been slaves since birth will have a better future. But these are not reasons to attack friendly forces, so far, the Thorn Warband is still the official alliance of the Sun Temple, no matter how unpopular they are, at least at this moment, if the House of Souls takes the initiative to attack, it will be an oracle against the gods!

However, as a veteran player for decades, Lin Mu will not be carried away even if the enemy is close in front of him.

He hurried all the way to the battlefield, but his hands were firmly fixed at his sides, without the slightest movement.

A half-elf girl who is just over 1 meter tall is running with her head down, she doesn't know how long she will live, and her parents are killed in the first wave of attacks from the "Arcanes" to protect her. The girl was silently shedding tears, her desire for life was almost gone, and now what supported her to run down was a chance for her parents to exchange their lives for an escape, which should not be given up so easily.

Suddenly, an elf appeared in front of her, rapidly approaching her.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I might see you soon." A relieved smile appeared on some dirty little faces, she stopped her run, and finally could rest, she was too tired to walk so far.

The elf in front of her quickly rushed in front of her like a gust of wind. Then, without the slightest pause, he passed by her.

"Keep running, don't stop." When she heard the elf's voice, an explosion sounded behind her, and the air wave caused by the explosion directly lifted the thin her away.

The girl sat on the ground and looked back, only to see the elf with the longbow on his back, with his hands crossed in front of her. In the distance, a black-armored human who was chasing them was holding up with one hand, pointing in this direction.

"Was that elf saving me?"

Lin Mu shook his hands that were a little numb, just like he expected, with his current attributes, he wouldn't have much damage if he resisted a low-level magic like the "Blasting Technique". In particular, it was cast by a non-pure caster like the "Arcane", and there was no substantial damage other than a slight drop in his health bar.

And the "arcane" who cast the magic saw that his magic did not work, and he roared angrily and attacked Lin Mu without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

Lin Mu still kept his hands down, and he didn't have the slightest idea of fighting.

If it was other Thorn Warband squads with normal thinking, they would be somewhat suspicious or give up attacking when they saw Lin Mu like this. But the "Arcanes" don't, as long as they enter the battle state, then only killing everything in front of them can make them stop the wielding flail.

"Still like a bunch of low-level beasts, only interested in killing and destroying." Lin Mu sneered.

With a coax, Lin Mu jumped backwards and dodged the smashed flail, and the spiky hammer slammed into the ground, splashing a piece of dirt. Such a berserk power is not common among orcs, let alone humans. Lin Mu has always been very curious about the origin of the "Mystic", but they are as mysterious as Fury Rand and can't find any information.

"In the face of unarmed and unhostile elves, they continue to attack. Well, in this case, the temple can't find fault with it. He muttered quietly as he quickly pulled the Halberd of Punishment out of the package.

[Jump Kill]! [Tearing]! [Fight hard]!

In an instant, three skills were cast in succession, and in the stunned look of the "Arcane", the halberd of punishment cut through his left shoulder, cutting off his entire arm with his shoulder. Blood, with a fishy smell, spurted out from the wound, and a little purple blood spilled on the grass, and the vegetation withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Mu dodged backwards while cutting off his arm. In his previous life, he had been fighting with the Thorn Warband for more than ten years, and he knew the intelligence of most of the personnel of this organization well. It can be said that except for the legend of Fury Rand, as long as the level attributes are similar, he is sure that any member of any other class can quickly knock out the opponent.

The "Arcanes" who had their arms cut off did not flinch, or rather, they had lost their fears and fears. After a brief moment of distraction, the pitch-black chain flail was quickly waved, and with the roar of the "Arcane", lightning bolts emerged from his hand and climbed onto the chain ball, making the murder weapon look even more impressive.

Lin Mu looked at this scene calmly, and the halberd in his hand slashed towards the other party's leg.

This skill with a very eye-catching effect is called [Wind Fury], and it is indeed worthy of its special effect, which will attach attributes such as faster attack speed, lightning damage, probability paralysis, and damage stacking to the weapon. These are all very useful attributes, especially when several "Arcanes" are cast at the same time, and as long as one paralysis is triggered, it is basically the end of the battle.

However, after fighting these madmen many times, Lin Mu discovered a weakness of theirs, or it can be said to be a rule. Their moves to wield the chain flail are actually fixed, although they are not waved in a certain order of moves like fools, but in the face of the enemy's attack from the same position, they will use the same moves to counterattack, as if they were a stress reaction. If it weren't for repeated observations, it would be easy to be fooled by their crazy appearance and overlook this detail.

In fact, Lin Mu's guess is not far off, the predecessors of these "arcane magicians" are just a group of weaker magic apprentices, and they don't even have enough time to specialize in magic, how can they have time to practice martial arts. So in order to quickly make up for the melee ability of these guys, Fury Rand really used the stress response method when training them, dividing the human body into several areas, each area is set with a fixed move, and then using the method of punishment to let these apprentices who don't know anything rely on their bodies to forcibly memorize, anyway, they are strong and strong, even if they exchange injuries for injuries, it is very worthwhile.

Judging from the results, the effect is extraordinary, with the heavy chain mail and totem magic tattooed on the body, as well as the great power that swells, these half-hung melee moves are well concealed.

However, since Lin Mu discovered this, he has never been injured against these madmen again, especially after his skills are getting better and better.

Sure enough, seeing that Lin Mu's target was the next plate, the flail was thrown over from the angle he expected.

The halberd shook for a moment, drew a beautiful arc, and appeared in the throat of the "Mystic".

"Slurp!"

With a crisp sound of bones shattering, the tip of the Punishment Halberd ran through the throat and emerged from the back of the neck, the only fatal place that the black chainmail did not cover.

The right hand of the flail, which was still flailing, suddenly stopped, because the huge inertial chain ball of the weapon drove the flail handle away from its original owner, and rolled far on the ground before stopping.

Lin Mu withdrew the halberd and shook it gently, and the blood remaining on it was thrown out, as clean as ever.

It wasn't until he turned and started to sprint towards his next target that the popping sound of a corpse hitting the ground could be heard behind him.

“Fi

st Blood！ ”