The late autumn sun casts transparent pillars of light through the trees.

The attack on Princess Samantha's team in the Silver Leaf Forest was a very serious and egregious incident - normally it would not be too much to kill all the attackers, but the real situation at the moment is a stalemate between the two sides.

Scott, Oliver, and Levine formed a standard triangular defensive formation and fought and retreated, Miss Mage was protected in the middle, and they made their way through the tall trees in the forest, and the elite lancers rushed in like a tidal wave to attack—the stabbing spears spewed cold, the longsword swung into an impenetrable curtain of light, and Scott clenched his teeth. Just now, he swung his sword and swept away the three spears in front of him, but the attack from another angle pierced his leg armor.

A puddle of blood, but he didn't snort in pain - the lancers of the Northland Legion were well-trained, and wave after wave of attacks seemed to be endless, and beside him, Oliver and Levine had been overwhelmed, and Miss Mage only stopped from time to time in the middle of running and threw a fireball, temporarily forcing the lancers to stop the pursuit.

"What should I do?"

Oliver asked, gasping for breath as the enemy's offensive slowed down - this is the same question that Levine had just asked, the opponent's combat strength has far surpassed the bandit gangs and outcasts they had encountered before, although the muscles and blood were still high under the adrenaline stimulation, but they were already feeling a little tired from the vigorous exertion in a short period of time.

"Are we still running?"

There was no answer, only the question of the exchange of eyes—Levine saw the lancers chase after him again like mad dogs, he reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked nervously into the distance again—

"Your accomplices? Did the gentleman from Ensada send you? ”

Princess Samantha's chief of guard, Cohen, retracted his gaze into the distance, and asked coldly at the "mercenary" in front of him - the other party's surprise attack seemed to have been carefully prepared and premeditated, and coupled with the sensitive time when they left Silverleaf Town yesterday, Cohen had every reason to suspect that the mastermind behind this incident was the Earl of Ensada.

That guy now has an almost irreconcilable conflict with the royal family - in fact, the purpose of Princess Samantha's trip is precisely to solve this problem. From the perspective of interests, the Earl did have great motives.

"The gentleman from Ensada?"

Hearing this, the bandit leader was immediately confused - Gross said that he was just trying to rob the monster and had nothing else to do.

But his stunned look fell on the other man's eyes, but it was seen as a disguise of hypocrisy—the princess's chief of guard, Cohen, had a sarcastic smile on his face, and he drew his sword again and made a sword gesture.

"Come on! Let me get a good look at the strength of the Northland mercenaries. ”

"Still fighting?"

Gross suddenly had a headache, and he found that there seemed to be a big misunderstanding between the two sides - his opponent, the young man in front of him, actually had a fairly good level of swordsmanship. If it weren't for the fact that he had already confirmed the other party's genre and inheritance, he would never have ended up in the current situation.

The lethality of the Steel Heart Flow Warrior in the early stage is still not enough! And due to the lack of skills, it is also difficult to create good offensive opportunities - the cumulative number of [Sword Qi Slash] has been used up in the battle just now, but it still did not hurt a single hair of the opponent, to be honest, the opponent's agile pace and dodge skills with swordsmanship made him admire very much.

There's no way to kill this guy - Gross has to admit it.

"I don't know who you mean by Mr. Ensada, we're just here for this monster. I think there seems to be some misunderstanding between us. ”

He decided to tell the truth, the other party looked as if he was a high-ranking officer of the Northland Legion - the bandit leader did not think about the woman who was blown up at this time, in his understanding, if there was an important person in the other party's team, it must be sitting in the carriage and being strictly protected.

He had never imagined that the woman would be Princess Samantha—Her Royal Highness was unconscious, and fell to the mud like a discarded puppet, her head covered in dust. Her immediate guards surrounded her, caring for and urgently investigating her injuries.

Unlike the Lancers, their primary duty is to ensure the safety of Her Royal Highness.

"Misunderstanding? Maybe you'll find out if you arrest your companions and interrogate them. ”

Cohen obviously won't believe the words of the "mercenary" in front of him-

At the other end of the woods, on the path between the Silver Leaf Forest, Miss Lady Ladia felt her heart pound as if it was about to jump out of her chest at any moment—she patted her flat chest gently, and beside her, the rapid breathing of the three men was like a bellows that had been completely torn apart.

The current situation was more exciting than any previous experience - Late Klein felt like she was in a state of extreme excitement, but it seemed a little dangerous.

As a LV5 mage, there are not many attacks that can be used, except for the [Fireball Technique], the only ones that can be used at the moment are those Zero Ring Spells - in the world of Illuson, the Zero Ring Spell is almost equivalent to the juggler's trick.

Jansa Sand!

The pursuing lancers were all in armor, revealing only lips, nostrils, and a pair of eyes in the slits - the sand taumant had no effect at all.

Mias? Curse of Sluggishness?

Sorry, but she's not at enough combat level right now. What's more, the former does not belong to the skills of the [Mage Crimson Society] school, while the latter is exclusive to warlocks.

Radia Klein held the staff in her hand, and she opened her eyes to see the lancers chasing after them—restraint was not in keeping with her teacher's usual teachings, and she thought for a moment that she couldn't go on like this.

She pulled out a scroll from the inner pocket of the mage's robes—one of the belongings her teacher had given her, and was made of a sturdy roll of parchment, carved with spell models connected by a smooth mana circuit. She glanced at the label in the lower right corner of the scroll and immediately made a decision.

A four-ring spell [Fire Impact] is recorded on the scroll. Although it was a pity to use it like this, she didn't think about it that much in her little head now.

She pulled open the scroll, and then summoned her mental strength to meditate in her heart.