A dense array of arrows poured down like a torrential rain, and the crowd of adventurers erupted in bursts of painful wails. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis is lucky, some people don't even have a chance to open their mouths, they are pierced through the skull or chest, and they fall to the ground and die.

The Templars at the front of the line were clearly hit much harder than the adventurers.

"Stay out of the way!" Hastings, the Templar Inquisitor, shouted a shout to alert the somewhat panicked soldiers, and the sword in his hand sank into the chest of an enemy on the opposite side.

He knew that the other party was just trying to trap his team, and their real target was the two people in the adventurer's team.

The presiding judge's bravery caused the enemies around him to retreat in fear, but Hastings had no intention of sparing them. He strode into the middle of the crowd with his sword in both hands, each flash of the sword picking up a few parts of the enemy's body.

Hastings' heroic actions apparently inspired his knights and priests, and their attacks began to flow more and more, gradually suppressing the enemy who had been overwhelmingly superior.

The presiding judge's gaze swept over the direction where the fire was most intense, where the team of adventurers was. Listening to the shouts and the sound of the blades connecting over there getting thinner and thinner, Hastings's mood became heavier and heavier

The old man asked him to take good care of those two people, he didn't want to break his promise, and he couldn't hold his head up in front of each other in the future.

"Soldiers, listen to my orders......" Looking around, Hastings found that his side had taken the absolute initiative, and those ragtag troops who could only rely on sneak attacks and ambushes and did not dare to confront them head-on had been killed.

Not far from the forest, a middle-aged man stared gloomily at the figure of the Templar in the firelight. The halfling beside him also had a shocked expression on his face, as if he had not recovered from what had just happened.

"Hastings, the presiding inquisitor of the Templars, is really not something that our people can deal with." Sock let out a breath, a hint of awe in his tone.

"Of course, that old guy has lived for at least two hundred years, and his strength will naturally not be much worse." The middle-aged warrior Dezik, who is also the leader of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Regiment, said with hatred.

It only took a quarter of an hour for the other party to almost kill the manpower he had deployed on the Templar side to contain the opposing troops, and it was no wonder that the Iron Wolf Commander spoke in such a bad tone.

"So, if you have anything else to do, just take it out." The halfling stared at Dezik with a smirk, he certainly wouldn't believe that the Iron Wolf who dared to trouble the noble knight of Makana, had such a skill.

Sure enough, Dezik sneered and pulled out something like a whistle from his pocket. He put it to his mouth and blew on it, but it didn't make any sound.

But soon, a response came from deeper into the forest. The whole earth began to tremble irregularly, as if a titan was striking the surface of the earth in one fell swoop.

The tremors became more and more intense, and rows of large trees could be seen staggered by something, and some were uprooted and thrown directly into the battlefield in the sea of fire with the sound of howling wind.

Looking at the few green big guys who roared into the battle group, "Gray Squirrel" Soke was obviously taken aback.

"Trolls? Where did you get these guys? ”

Dezik rubbed his fingers, "Like people, as long as you have money, these war trolls will work for you. ”

He sneered as the heavily armed war trolls leaped into the crowd with their swords in hand, and the Templars, who had already had the upper hand, were instantly suppressed back again.

"It doesn't seem like I need to play, the fight is almost over." Sock pursed his lips, these guys are really not something that these soldiers can handle, even if there is Hastings on the other side, there is no way to completely destroy these monsters with super regenerative ability in a short period of time.

War trolls, much smarter than ordinary trolls. They have been trained in the use of weapons, equipment, and team tactics. Coupled with the trolls' innate super regenerative abilities, these mercenaries can quickly recover even "after death".

……

Listening to Lancet's explanation of the war trolls, Moria's cough in the smoke.

"Ahem...... Can we go? The mage's eyes were teary-eyed, and she really didn't want to stay here for even a second longer.

"Not yet." The witcher shook his head. In fact, he is the one who wants to leave here the most, but if he can't master the enemy's defense outside the battlefield and rushes out like this, it will be no different from the end of the person who has just been shot into a hedgehog.

And what he needs most now is experience.

As long as he gains even a little more XP, he can move up to Level 2 and get a chance to choose a new specialty.

And that's the best guarantee for their successful escape.

This side is completely surrounded by the guys of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Regiment, and the place on the right that looks like a breakthrough is the trap they lure to the past.

The adventurer's retreat has been completely blocked by the other party and has become the object of their hunting. And the only way to survive......

Lancet looked across the wall of fire, where the Templars and war trolls were on the other side.

The only way to survive is over there!

"Hold on!" The witcher clamped the horse's belly tightly, and the already frightened black horse rushed forward.

The mage hugged Lenster's waist tightly, her whole body pressed against his back.

Without time to pay attention to Moria's soft body behind him, Lenster leaned sharply when the black horse was about to rise into the air, and fell towards the direction of the fiercest fire with the female mage who hugged him tightly!

Just when the bodies of the two were about to be planted into the fire, Lenster's legs clamped on the horse's belly slammed into the hoops, and the two of them instantly hung upside down on the belly of the black horse!

The black horse rushed through the blazing wall of fire, and its entire body was roasted with white smoke. It could no longer hold it up, and collapsed on the charred ground.

Lanster pulled Moriath to her feet from the ground. They had just taken refuge underneath their mounts, largely unscathed.

The mage held her dizzy head, and she still didn't know how they got through the wall of fire.

Defeating an Iron Wolf mercenary who attempted to sneak up on the two, the Witcher quickly joined the Templar warband.

"Wait for my signal!" Before leaving, he didn't forget to remind Moria, who was beside him.

"Signal...... What signal? Before the mage could ask, the witcher had already rushed to the nearest war troll.