Chapter 17: Breaking Out of the Siege
"Right side, right side of yours!. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ info" The raven overhead sent back important information.
Ranster glanced at the mercenaries swarming to his right, and stretched out his hand to the female mage beside him.
"Catch!" He shouted at Moria.
Without hesitation, the female mage grabbed the witcher's outstretched palm, and under his guidance, she ran towards the mercenaries rushing to the right.
Dezik, who had escaped the control of the "greasy technique", did not rush forward again, and he confidently waited for the two men to rush into the crowd, and then be easily grabbed by his own team members and sent to him.
"What should I do?" Seeing the mercenaries roaring towards her getting closer and closer, Moria asked anxiously at the witcher.
"Don't worry, don't let go of my hand." Ranster squeezed the small hand of the female mage he was holding, signaling her not to be nervous.
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"The boss said to catch it alive!" The rushing mercenaries shouted, and everyone squeezed forward desperately - all trying to snatch the seemingly low-hanging fruit into their own hands.
The group of iron wolf mercenaries got closer and closer to their target, and the mercenaries who ran at the front smirked and waved their weapons, and pounced on the two people who had no way to escape.
But they only caught a handful of airβand just as the blade of the sword was about to touch the corners of their clothes, the prey vanished without a trace under the noses of so many people.
The people in front stopped, but the people behind didn't know what was going on, and they were still squeezing forward.
"Don't squeeze, bastard in the back!"
"They disappeared ......"
"It can't be!"
At this time, the crowd seemed to be chaotic like a pot of porridge, and no one noticed that the two disappeared people had appeared behind them at this time, running towards the forest.
Arcane Transportation - This is a support spell chosen by Lance upon reaching level 2 and allows him to teleport a short distance with a teammate.
It was thanks to the Demon Pet Ed and Arcane Transport, that Lancet and Moriath were able to save themselves from the danger they had just had.
"Ed, which side?" Lanster pulled the female mage and ran with all her might, the crisis was not really resolved, and the goblin archers hidden in the forest were the next threat they would face.
"The thickest tree on the left, with a horse under it." The raven's voice telepathically reached the witcher's ears.
"Hurry up." Lancet said and looked at the situation behind him, those mercenaries had already rushed towards him again, and the two guys on horses in front of them were none other than the Iron Wolf Commander and Thorke.
The two of them plunged into the dim forest, and after walking a short distance, they found a war horse tethered to the side under the tree that several people could not hug together.
Ranster stepped onto his horse and pulled the mage behind him.
Then he clamped the horse's belly hard, and the horse neighed, raised its hooves and galloped towards the other end of the forest.
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Watching the two of them burrow into the forest, Dezik raised his arm and called off his men behind him.
"Sock, you and I continue the pursuit." He pointed to the forest ahead and said to the "gray squirrel" beside him, "Remember to leave a mark on the trunk of the tree." β
"Ander." The Iron Wolf Commander then called out his most capable general, and ordered, "Send someone to tell Evan to join us, and you and your brothers will clean up the battlefield first...... Remember, don't leave anything behind. β
"Destroy them all!"
The warrior Andel nodded heavily, turned around and led his men to faithfully carry out the orders of the regimental commander.
"Destroy them all? Including ......" Soke smacked his tongue, he didn't expect this iron wolf leader to be so crazy.
"Hastings is dead, and no one can resist the power of the Frozen Orb." Dezik stared into the eyes of the "gray squirrel" and said word by word, convincing the other party and convincing himself at the same time.
"What if he didn't die?"
"That's a pity, because no one can hear his last words." The Iron Wolf Leader showed a solemn smile, and Soke's back tingled for a while.
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Galloping horses carry a man and a woman through the forest, and thanks to Ed's help, they have managed to break through the goblin encirclement and head all the way in the direction of the sun.
"Why go west?" Moria, puzzled, asked, "We should head directly to the east, it's not far from the Guardian Patrol in Star City. β
"They want what you want." Lancet kept an eye on the wind and grass around him, "There must be a lot of Iron Wolf cubs waiting for us to throw ourselves into the net." β
"Then why go west?"
"To the west is the territory of the Obelisk Mage, and your Mage has been monitoring the area west of the Withered Claw Forest, which is why the Iron Wolf Mercenary Regiment only launched an attack after leaving there." The witcher explained, "If we can return to the mage's territory, those mercenaries will not dare to act rashly. β
"One last question...... If you can think of it, why can't they? β
The mage's question stunned Lancest, as if he heard the faint sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground from behind.
The voice grew from far and near, and gradually even the female mage could hear it clearly.
The witcher jerked the reins, and the galloping horse's two front hooves were raised high, and when they landed, they were already galloping away in the direction of the north.
"Ed! Report! From time to time, Lancet looked back at the shadowy forest behind him, but never saw the enemy.
"I can't see clearly...... The canopy here is so dense that the view is completely obscured. Raven's helpless voice reached the witcher's ears, "It's up to you." β
"Damn it!" Ranster cursed and kicked the stirrup hard, and the horse galloped forward at full speed in pain.
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"They accelerated." Sock was riding on a bantam horse, and because he had dim vision that ordinary halflings did not have, he could clearly see the two figures in front of him on horseback.
"They won't be able to escape far." Dezik said confidently, "That horse carries the weight of two people, and we will be able to catch up soon." β
"Sock, leave a mark. Evan, follow me. The Iron Wolf Leader assigned the task and took the female priest who returned to the team to take the lead in chasing the war horse in front.
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As the speed of the war horse under him became slower and slower, Lenster's brow became tighter and tighter. The horse had to carry the weight of himself and Moria, and in any case, he could not outrun the pursuers behind him.
Listening to the wheezing sound of the warhorse's "whirring" getting heavier and heavier, the witcher knew that it wouldn't last much longer.
The other side now has good players like Sock and Ander, and a priest is enough to deal with it on his own.
Not to mention the Iron Wolf Dezik and his remaining dozens of wolf cubs.