Her long blonde hair shone in the sun, and Miss Mage Lady's Lady Radia looked at the dense crowd under the watchtower, her rosy lips pursed into a thin line—the bandit leader Gross was standing under the watchtower, his sword in his hand, his back against the ladder, his body slightly bowed like a longbow taut bowstring.

Faced with a large number of enemies in front of them, and among them, there are three guys who have completed basic duties and have at least 10 combat levels, and it is clear that it will be a lot of effort to stage Musou mowing.

Even if he was once a PVP master in the game!

Even if the core passive skill of [Warrior Steel Heart] is in the face of weak chickens, it belongs to the existence of IMBA!

That's still too hard and too inefficient!

This is not what a self-proclaimed wise bandit leader should do.

The battle in the castle was momentarily deadlocked, and the picture seemed to freeze, and only heavy breathing and some fragmentary footsteps could be heard—Gross leaned back against the watchtower, a habitual smile on his lips.

The mage lady is up there.

The double protection of him and Scott can effectively prevent leak detection. Uh, no, to prevent these debris from climbing up the watchtower and disturbing the spell caster - they don't have ranged weapons like bows and crossbows, but in this battle, they happened to have the Turret class, an LV5 inaugural mage.

Right now, that Miss Mage is in the perfect output environment that the Mage has only dreamed of—no scruples or worries, just a frenzied outpouring of her mana. Moreover, the [Mage Crimson Society] was praised by players as the "Five Fireball God Cult" at the beginning of the game......

The turret became a turret.

The crisp and beautiful sound of spell chanting was already ringing in his ears, and the moment Gross looked up, he seemed to faintly catch a glimpse of the brilliance of the condensation of the flames - standing next to the watchhead of the watchtower, Radia waved the short-handled staff, and at the top of the staff, the eyeball-sized orange-red gem prism was reverberating in a circle of ripples, which was the prelude to the condensation of the flame element and the embodiment of the rules.

The casting spell had been chanted in just a few awkward syllables, and as the staff slammed down, a fireball the size of a human skull shot out towards the dense crowd.

Gross couldn't bear to see the picture anymore - in the previous game, the characters before and during the inauguration stage basically didn't have spell resistance. Generally speaking, it means that you can hit as much blood as you can deal with as much spell damage, and the "Five Fireball Divine Cult" is not a vain name.

The fireball fell into the crowd, and Gross saw the grief of an unlucky man—the fireball smashed the clay bowl he was holding above his head into countless flying shards, centering on the round head, which had not much hair, and splattered in all directions. The shattered pottery shards and the blooming flames were a combined blow of physics and magic, and with just one moment, a large circle lay down in the field in an instant.

Curling green smoke rose from the surface of the human body, accompanied by bursts of hoarse wails. The minions of the Bear Bandits were stunned, as were Gross and his companions, and of course, the three bears led by Michelle the Grizzly Bear were also stunned.

The other party has an inaugural mage! It's hidden in the watchtower!

Michelle the Grizzly almost immediately realized that something was wrong—he stared at Gross guarding the watchtower, his eyes flashing with fear, but then he drove his horse forward and struck a frustrating sweep.

Terrifying!

Gross suddenly realized that the other party meant to kill the tower, and was so frightened that he quickly fled around the tower - at this time, the black bear White and the white bear Brak had also reacted, almost roaring in unison, and rushed over with the weapons in their hands.

A wise choice. Just knock him down or drive him away from the watchtower, and there will be a chance to get close to the inaugural mage above - Michelle, a former veteran, made the right decision at this critical time, and Gross had to admit that this guy was very smart.

But he had already decided to stay under the watchtower, and the tower was there!

Gross was eager to shout a passionate slogan to boost his morale. But before he could open his mouth and make a sound, another fireball shot in, and he could even clearly feel the huge heat contained in it—the fireball dragged the orange-red tail flame through his field of vision, and successfully hit the target.

He heard Miss Crane cheering from the watchtower, and in front of him, Brack, the white bear, who was about to thrust with his arms outstretched, was hit by the fireball—it was no longer appropriate to call him "White Bear", and the smoky marks on his face and body made him look more like a flower bear.

There seemed to be a faint aroma of cooked meat in the air, and Braque "Flower Bear" stumbled, and Gross saw that his facial features were distorted - it was clear that this large fireball had caused him a lot of hurt and pain. However, Gross didn't take advantage of this fateful opportunity to launch a pursuit, he just held his sword across his chest.

This is a common defensive stance for fighters.

At this time, in front of him, except for the three bears, there were only two or three blind minions standing by and ready to move—Gross's previous ferocity had deterred these fellows, and too many of them had wittily adjusted their targets, and Oliver had already run to the other side of the mill to engage them.

The light of the sword flickered, the long sword slashed vertically and horizontally, the flying flail and the sinister war spear, and the battle under the watchtower continued.

The slanting sun was cast from the top of the birch forest, stretching the figures of the people who moved for a long time.

Finally, the three-headed bear sadly discovered that the defensive Gross was not something they could win in a short period of time. As time passed, a few nimble minions discovered the key to the battle and began to try to climb the watchtower, but without exception, they were stabbed by a long pole as soon as they stepped on the top of the ladder or climbed to the edge of the watchtower.

The blazing fireballs raged unhurriedly, one shot after another.

The morale of the Bear Bandits was rapidly declining, not only of the minions, but also of Michelle the Grizzly Bear, White the Black Bear, and Brac the "Flower Bear", who were panting and slowing down their movements......

The gates were not closed.

Those restless minions seem to have suddenly found a way to live. Soon, some people unconsciously retreated, and after seeing that the leader did not notice their movements, one, two, and finally a large group of people fled towards the city gate - under the instinct of fear and escape, the three bears led by Michelle the grizzly bear had lost control of their subordinates.

A rout.

It is a definite reality.

But Michelle the grizzly bear didn't seem to be willing to face the defeat of this battle, his face was red, and his round eyes were the size of cow's eggs, staring at Gross.

"You should leave."

The bandit leader leaned lazily against the watchtower and said, the other party stopped what he was doing, and he had no intention of taking advantage of the situation to fight back - Oliver, Levine, Ron, and the guards of the castle were rushing here from the mill, and in any case, the outcome of this battle was won by the wolf bandits.

There is no point in deathmatch. For bandits, life has always been more important than bullshit glory.

Then, the other party should face all this calmly.

The three bears rode their horses towards the castle gates, but the height of the gate made the grizzly bear Michelle's face redder - it was impossible to pass on the tall Western warhorses, and even if they dismounted, the three of them would have to bend down.

Brak "Flower Bear" looked defeated, and Michelle the Grizzly and White looked at Gross, but the young bandit leader only smiled.

They get it.