At the same time, the gray dwarf soldiers who had entered the town hall after rounding around and arriving here immediately noticed the presence of everyone, and immediately raised their battle axes to attack Moretti and several team members who were still at the door of the town hall.

The attacking enemies are fierce, and the gray dwarf archers with crossbows are not idle to watch the show, trying to use the long-range shooting provided by the crossbow arrows to assist their comrades in their attacks!

They took the opportunity to crouch down, pulled the trigger, and straightened the string of the crossbow, and the arrows from the wooden poles on the strings suddenly whizzed and fired, and the successive sounds that pierced the air were like a torrential rain—

Able turned around in accordance with Bellingis's timely reminder, his expressionless helmet head seemed to glance at the gray dwarf soldiers who were winding around, and then his thick left hand grasped it weakly, activating the spatial ring on his finger and suddenly holding a short metal staff that showed the outline in his hand out of thin air.

It was a graduation gift from Yustina a long time ago, as a memento of her mastery of the first official spell and her conversion to a full-fledged mage as a magic apprentice, a powered wand that could cast an additional number of specific spells per day.

Orthodox mages distinguish between wands and wands, understanding that the significance of a wand is that it increases the quality of the caster's spell in the form of a casting medium, while a wand resembles a special magic scroll that can be recycled over a long period of time.

The metal wand in Abel's hand contained several spells that were enough to help everyone deal with the current emergency.

Just as skillful as it was with a scroll, it instantly unleashed a stream of energy stored in the wand, causing the magical energy to instantly turn into a transparent shield that encompassed itself and its companions.

The gray dwarf crossbowman had just operated the crossbow and fired several crossbow bolts that followed, and then snapped a few times and were bounced off the energy shield that Abel had unfolded with his wand, and the faint blue halo on the surface of the shield seemed to mock when it was physically hit—

Don't bother with it, gray dwarfs, this cover is basically a group-effected 3-ring protection spell "Protective Ranged Weapon".

Your kitchen knife brigade is facing an orthodox master at the moment!

Of course, Abel didn't think so much about it, and there was no meaning of expanding or not expanding, because it was still in the research stage for the delicate emotions of "anger" and "pride", two intelligent beings.

It usually observes the emotional changes of intelligent beings, finds time to study them, and then tries to imitate and learn, eager to make those rich emotions its own - but now is not the time.

Immature emotional knowledge naturally does not affect its ability to cast spells.

"Abel, you can offer me a gigantic spell to sharpen my claws on the armor of these gray dwarves." Thoros slowly stood up in the head of the mechanical mage's helmet, and his golden-green cat-eye vertical pupils stared sharply at the enemy soldiers outside the helmet.

The psychic connection between the main pet makes the spiritual communication between this black cat demon pet and the mechanical mage very convenient.

"It works." Abel held his wand and agreed with Soros's proposal, "but it's not the best option." ”

As the words fell, it looked at the gray dwarf soldiers who were rushing towards everyone, its right arm of steel raised forward, and soon completed the chant of the spell and cast the 5-ring transformation spell called "Fossil to Mud"!

The so-called fossil is mud - the effect of this spell is naturally worthy of its name, and it immediately "melts" a large rock floor between the two sides into a pool of silt.

The contrast between the softness of the silt and the hardness of the rock.

The grey dwarf soldiers who charged towards the crowd were dressed in armor and carried heavy loads, and their advance was unexpectedly slowed down by the section of the road that had softened into mud.

Their feet were not completely sunk in the mud, but they staggered a little, as if they had to be raised to relieve the resistance.

Raven looked back at the battle behind him, and seemed to feel that he didn't need to get involved, so he continued to play the lute instrument in his arms, using the buff effect generated by the musical spell to support the Urs, Stonefist, and Koto in the frontal battle.

The poet's music incorporates the actual magical power into the notes in a passionate style, so that Koto and Stonefist, who are fighting on the front line, not only feel as if they have completely ignored the pressure of fear in their hearts, but also seem to have become much more coordinated and powerful than usual.

Bellingis picked up the magic guide and stood beside Dorothy, just as she was about to shoot at the gray dwarves trapped in the mud - but the emblem bracelet on Thea's wrist was suddenly lifted by her.

The silver-haired, wolf-eared maiden looked at her foes, and the emblem of the sun and the scales glowed with a glow of emerald green in her ethereal voice of prayer.

Some kind of druid's nature magic -

The gray dwarves soon felt that the muddy section that was holding them down had become unstable, as if a localized earthquake was coming up from deep underground!

The mud trembled, and then, guided by some kind of magic, it quickly coalesced together with their trapped bodies, and turned into a huge clay monster and stood up from the muddy section!

Oladin is on top - the gray dwarves who are about to come to a catastrophe suddenly gritted their teeth and took a deep breath, convinced that they were not dazzled, and said in their hearts O great dwarven father.

It was a clay elemental giant that looked almost three meters tall......

Frame shifts - frontal battlefield, right of the front row of the Grey Dwarf army.

Urs turned his cross-shaped two-handed greatsword around, and had already unreasonably forced back the gray dwarf soldiers beside him, and then kicked his feet and roared and slashed straight towards where Roordorf was!

His powerful onslaught was unstoppable for a while.

When Ruerdorf noticed that Urs was coming towards him, he hurriedly commanded several gray dwarf warriors beside him to block it, but those loyal soldiers were still no match for the young people, and every once in a while they were all reduced to the ghosts of the cross-swords!

The kill information prompted by the system quickly refreshed in my mind. Urs had long been too lazy to look at the evidence that he had successfully killed these gray dwarf soldiers on the surface, but initially estimated that these evil dwarves who were his enemies here were probably warrior professionals around level 12~14 based on the experience rewards obtained through killing.

For an army as a whole, they are all good quality soldiers, but in this medium-sized battle, which is not a war, it is far from showing its true value on the formal battlefield, and the difference in individual strength with the young people is completely exposed as an unavoidable disadvantage.

So Urs swung his greatsword and dashed all the way, catching a glimpse of scarlet blood splattering out of the corner of his eye with each swing, or spun out of the stump of some hapless ghost.

The +1 enchanted Cross Greatsword continued to rattle, or rather, the Grey Dwarf he slain with the Grey Dwarf he slain for his brutal and savage use.

Keeping his feet moving efficiently, Rouldorf got closer and closer in his eyes, and it wasn't long before he finally got into his attack range!

And at this moment, several straight spears suddenly stabbed at him from the side—