The Dark Spirit Warrior's assault on the wolf cavalry was extremely effective, and the wolf cavalry, which was originally overwhelming, was obviously in a predicament under the considerable losses. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not an easy thing to solve, at least not something that Chappell can do by pulling his throat to cheer the soldiers up. In the face of the sudden attack of the Dark Spirit Warriors, the wolf cavalry looked very helpless. After suffering a big loss in this photo, even with the quality of the White Wolf Cavalry Regiment, even if it has come back to its senses in a short period of time, it is extremely difficult to find a solution and counterattack immediately.

As the original captain of this wolf cavalry brigade, Quincy was anxious as he watched his subordinates being killed one by one. He roared, and the white wolf with his heart and soul under his crotch pounced and rushed quickly towards a dark warrior who was about to kill a wolf cavalryman.

Of course, the dark spirit warrior also noticed Quincy rushing over, and he immediately stopped the thin sword he was about to stab, and turned his head, the purple gem inlaid in the center of the band on his forehead shone slightly.

Quincy felt the negative force rising from his heart, but after all, he was a figure who had already sat in the position of wing commander, and he was the wing leader of one of the two war wings under Dane, and of course his strength could not be like an ordinary wolf cavalry, which was easily made ineffective by a spell.

As a ninth-level white wolf knight, his perception attribute is enough for him to resist the effect of dizziness, and at the same time, his physique attribute can also allow him to safely support that feeling of vomiting.

A spell aimed at the spiritual level and a spell aimed at physical control all failed, and the dark spirit warrior was obviously stunned.

In this stunned effort, the scimitar in Quincy's hand had already kissed his neck.

Under Quincy's leadership, the other wolf cavalry also began to have some counterattacks. After all, Dark Spirit Warriors are not true powerful spellcasters, and the mana reserves they possess are unlikely to allow them to unleash a large number of control spells.

However, some of the wolf riders who didn't have time to be controlled rushed to the close range of the Dark Spirit Warriors, and learned another special ability of these mysterious forces from Chaos City.

It's true that they're not real spellcasters, but they don't have the title of 'mage' or 'warlock' either. Since they are called 'samurai', they naturally have the ability of samurai!

I saw that after the wolf cavalry approached, the arms of some dark spirit warriors holding swords suddenly changed very drastically—they became two or three times thicker in an instant!

The arm suddenly became thick, and it looked very twisted, as if it were the hand of a demon. And the thin sword held on this demon's arm was also shrouded in a layer of shadow flames, and the entire shape changed, becoming a large flame sword.

This change came very suddenly, and as soon as the cavalry rushed forward, they had to face the attack of the mutated Demon Hand and the Shadow Flame Greatsword.

In this state, the Dark Warriors are not just those who rely on the power of magic to fight, but their strength in head-to-head battles has also been greatly enhanced!

In the blink of an eye, a dozen wolf cavalry, freed from the control of spells, rushed towards the Dark Spirit Warriors, who were only about half of their number. But in the confrontation between these sudden changes, although three Dark Spirit Warriors were killed by the Wolf Cavalry's scimitar, none of the dozen or so Wolf Riders survived under the Shadow Flame Greatsword!

Such a scene made Quincy, who was watching such a scene from behind, feel his scalp tingle - he hadn't seen it for a long time, and the White Wolf Cavalry would fight a casualty exchange ratio of four to one with the enemy when they went head-to-head! In fact, even if this ratio was reversed, it would be a failure for the White Wolf Cavalry, who had always been accustomed to crushing the enemy. Not to mention being beaten by others for this kind of achievement!

I'm afraid that even if it is against the Kukaron forces of the orc tribe, this is the situation.

The orc tribe, the reputation of the Kukaron warriors, is famous in Schindlaire. The people who have to fight the orcs in the Eastern Wasteland almost every once in a while have a very profound experience of this kind of warrior who is the most powerful in the orc legion—the experience of blood. And these dark spirit warriors in front of him, in Quincy's eyes, even if they remove the very annoying ability to control spells, after summoning the demon hand, they can actually have the strength of Kukaron's troops in frontal combat. It's a terrifying team!

The only thing that is comforting is that there must not be many such elite fighters. But Quincy's heavy face didn't get any better, even if the number of Dark Spirit Warriors was relatively small, but what he saw now was enough for the wolf cavalry to drink a pot.

Being held back here means that it will be difficult for the Wolf Riders to continue to use their most powerful weapon, mobility.

What's worse is that if the White Wolf Cavalry Regiment is entangled here, then who can go to the battlefield directly ahead and play the role of breaking the deadlock and making the final decision?

Quincy was in a dilemma because of this question, and suddenly heard a shout from Chappell:

"Be careful!"

"Huh?" When Quincy looked up, he saw a man in delicate dark gold chain mail, who had appeared only five steps away from him.

He was shocked! hurriedly drew his knife and prepared to fight. But when the scimitar was just raised above his head, he only felt the figure of the man in the dark gold chain mail in front of him flicker, so that his head also sounded. There was a momentary hesitation in the raised sword.

And in this instant, the man seemed to take a step forward with ease, and the thin sword in his hand was inserted into Quincy's heart.

Quincy came to her senses as she was dying. He looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but a stream of blood foamed from his mouth.

The man 'tsk' twice, as if he was a little disgusted, drew the thin sword.

"It's disgusting......" he really hated.

"Who are you?!" Chappell was shocked and angry, and at the same time a little apprehensive.

He looked at the man, and walked towards Quincy like that, step by step, step by step, very usual, but Quincy didn't notice it at all. He would never have thought that Quincy was distracted and didn't see it. It was his old subordinate, and it was not the first day of the battlefield, even if he was distracted, he would instinctively pay attention to the changes in the surrounding situation. If Quincy had been unaware of the danger by walking his mind, he would have died in the King's countless battles, and would not have survived to this day.

What's more, the man in front of him, the sword that killed Quincy, was even more weird. At that moment, even Chappell, who was a little far away, seemed to feel that the guy's figure flickered for a moment before he attacked. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, a few steps away was crossed, and in a blur, the thin sword was sent into Quincy's heart.

Rather than dazzled, Chappell believed in another possibility - to meet a master. (To be continued.) )