Rainbow Spray, a low-ring field control spell that is quite applicable in the early game, is affectionately referred to as "Paintspray" by many mage players in Castano's game world, and the "Paintspray" of the Crow at this time is very clever to make its cone-shaped spell range graz the side of the Stone Fist from the edge, and put several people on the attacker's side down on the spot, and put those fallen enemies into a deep sleep.

Although the profession of the Crow is a bard, if her spell-casting skills are carefully seen by a formal mage with a certain amount of spell-casting experience, the official mage will definitely feel that she must have received more systematic and professional spell-casting training in the past, but for some reason, the life she finally chose was not a pure magic path.

Stone Fist fixed his eyes on the enemies he was facing, and found that the number of opponents had fallen down after the spell cast by the crow just now, and the remaining four were stunned for half a second before choosing to continue killing him.

The remaining four enemies were armed with two swords, a scimitar, and an axe. The orc warrior monk made a temporary battle plan in his mind, first stepping forward to meet the first guy who slashed at him with a long sword, his tall and strong body was unusually agile sideways to dodge the opponent's attack, and then struck the opponent's temple on the side of the head with a fierce hook forward.

The Monk's fist has the same lethality as a blunt weapon. The sword-wielding attacker snorted, and immediately tilted his head and rolled his eyes on his side to the ground.

The other three attackers swung their weapons from three different directions at this time, but unfortunately Gloriden's sour tooth crossbow had completed a new round of shooting preparations at this time, and the crossbow bolt with strong acid damage and shock shooting attributes immediately snapped through the head of another attacker holding a long sword in the eyes of the warrior monk from the side direction.

At such a close distance, the old thief's mastery of crossbow shooting made it almost impossible for him to miss a shot in such a situation.

After the spell was cast, the jay quickly drew the +1 enchantment level double knives from the two scabbards around her waist, and changed from being a caster in the back row of the team to a front-row attacker, stepping on the pair of free action boots with a movement speed of +1 under her feet and quickly wrapping around the enemy who was also holding a scimitar in her hand and delaying it.

The last attacker to use the axe as a weapon continued to swing the axe in his hand towards the stone fist, but the orc monk foresaw his movements, and immediately turned around to adjust the movement of his hands, and the moment the blade of the hand axe fell to his chest, his hands were firmly closed.

"What!" The man who attacked the group suddenly widened his eyes, and he couldn't believe it to see that the green-skinned large, half-orc in front of him had actually caught his axe in the palms of both hands.

He scolded his mother in his heart, thinking how could this be possible.

But the reality was that he responded to his astonishment. The fighting characteristics of Stonefist and Urs tended to be two completely opposite extremes, and the green-skinned orc, who was supposed to have violent blood flowing in his body, kept his inner composure, and applied his martial arts skills far beyond ordinary people to the battle at this moment in an orderly manner, as the combined hands twisted the gripping hand axe, and then took a solid horse step and punched forward.

This powerful punch is a martial art called "Shock Fist" that he has mastered as a full-fledged monk, and the action of punching contains his rational use of the power of "qi" in his body.

When the Monk's Shock Punch hits the target creature, it uses an immunity check to determine whether the enemy hit by it will be immobilized in a state of shock.

Perhaps to be on the safe side, Stonefist tried to use the blow to paralyze the opponent in front of him first, and then turned to support the crow, but as his fist struck a series of crisp sounds like broken ribs, the orc monk who believed in the god of order immediately saw a mouthful of red blood gushing out of his enemy's mouth, and realized that he had done something superfluous.

After all, the dead are not deterred.

At the same time, the battle situation on the side of the crow is also very smooth. Miss Drow Poet wields a double knife with weapons that are almost as good as those of a full-fledged professional warrior, and she uses her off-hand's scimitar to parry enemy counterattacks in hand-to-hand combat, while the other knife in her main hand follows closely to force her opponent's footsteps to dodge her blade, causing the stone fist next to her to immediately cooperate with her attack and choke the last enemy's head and neck with a hard twist and a snapping sound.

"You're pretty good, orc." The black-robed Miss Poet indifferently watched as the enemy whose neck had been broken fell limp down on her knees, and a hoarse voice whispered from under the hood of her robe, giving a rare compliment to her fellow orc warrior monk.

For a dark elf with a haughty personality, such a direct call to the race sounded a little more recognizable than what she used to call "surface people".

Stone Fist released his clenched fingers and moved the wrist of his arm and nodded politely to her.

As for the place a little farther away from this side at the same moment, Urs in a berserk state had also ended the battle on his side. The young man with the giant sword had single-handedly resisted the siege of five enemies for tens of seconds, and the blade of the cursed blade opened and closed through his terrifying hands with the effect of homeopathic slashing, and each sword would splash several scarlet blood flowers and swirl out a human stump, causing the several bloody humanoid corpses lying around him to be incomplete at the moment.

Of course, the long-sleeved chain mail is far from perfect armor, and Urs's body has been slightly injured after the battle just now, but fortunately, although his adventure team lacks mages, he has a priest like Thea who is very good at performing magic skills.

The attackers on the other three sides of the battlefield quickly noticed that their men had been routed on the young squad's side.

The veteran adventurers of the three adventure groups of Orichalcum, Shaving, and Hummingbird are all not fuel-efficient lamps, and the adventurers' tacit tactical cooperation, coupled with the presence of several mages led by the bearded leader Carlos, has caused their casualties to skyrocket after the initial two rounds of cheap sneak attacks.

The tide of the battle was completely reversed by the adventurers, who then abandoned the battle and retreated to the shade of the trees around the village.

This act of the attackers seemed to prove that they were indeed from the forest of spotted axes around the logging village.

Ignoring the guards in the village and the scattered adventurers who participated in this emergency mission, the members of the three adventure groups of Yamatong TGate, Shaving Blade and Hummingbird also suffered casualties of varying degrees, but considering the possibility of demonic beasts wandering in the depths of the Spotted Axe Forest at night, the angry adventurers in their hearts only symbolically pursued under the command of their respective group leaders, and after confirming that the enemy who attacked everyone had indeed fled, they quickly turned back and organized everyone to treat the wounded, and began to clean up the battlefield by the way.

This sudden fierce battle is over.