The witcher quickly drew his sword behind him as he ran, and without hesitation, he silently unleashed the most precious daily spell. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As his blade swept through, a ring of energy filled with icy aura burst open, grounding a war troll and the three iron wolf mercenaries beside it.

Several of the mercenaries were killed by the Templars in the next moment, and even the War Trolls were slashed with countless deep scars on their bodies.

But soon, the scars were back to normal, as if they had never been there.

Ranster desperately attacked the troll's knee, completely oblivious to its rapid recovery.

The war trolls apparently sensed that Lancet was the most threatening of them all, wielding a greatsword and slashing at his head.

Swiftly dodging the opponent's greatsword, Lancet finally sliced a small wound in the troll's knee.

"Moria, now!" The witcher shouted, flipping over to dodge the troll's swift grip.

When she saw Lancet frantically attacking the knees of the war trolls, the female mage understood that the signal he was referring to was the present.

Moria's hands clutched, and a huge fireball quickly formed in her hands, blasting into the troll's ruined knee as fast as it could.

After a loud bang, the war troll's entire calf was blown away by a powerful fireball, and it fell to the ground on its back with a roar, but the lost calf was not able to regain.

This was the opportunity that Lancet had been waiting for, and he leaped onto the troll's shoulder, the sharp blade slicing open its throat with ease.

This time, without waiting for him to give a signal, the female mage's fireball had already arrived as scheduled.

After the explosion, the troll finally turned into a corpse.

"They are afraid of fire! Follow me! "Lancet said this not only to the female mage, but also to the knights who had just fought together.

Sure enough, after that, the knights followed closely behind the witcher, running towards the next war troll that was still raging.

……

Hastings once again cut off the arm of the war troll in front of him, and the clever one immediately used his other hand to protect the severed one and its face, and after a while, the severed arm grew back.

"That's not the way to go." The presiding judge jumped out of the troll's attack range, he knew that the troll's weakness was fire and strong acid, but at this time, where would he go to find these two things?

"Lord Hastings, the mage and her Guardian Knight are here!" The knight beside him shouted in a cheerful tone.

Hastings glanced behind him, and Moriah and Lancet rode one after the other, riding a brown warhorse toward them. The fireball in the mage's hand flickered with the light of the flames, and began to grow larger and larger.

The presiding judge immediately grasped the other party's intentions, and he lunged forward in front of the war troll, dodging its swinging greatsword, swinging his sword and slicing through the troll's belly with ease.

The fireball burrowed into the troll's stomach accurately, blasting the monster to pieces from within.

The battle was nearing its end, and almost all enemies, including the trolls, had been wiped out.

"Judge, are you alright?" Lancet greeted politely on his horse.

"Thank you for your help." Hastings made a standard chivalric salute. Seeing this, the other knights around him also hurriedly saluted to Lanster.

Lancet raised his index and middle fingers and swiped them lightly over his heart, making a strange gesture towards the Templar Inquisitor.

Hastings smiled, it had been a high courtesy for the witcher to pay homage to his comrades, and he hadn't seen it in a long time.

The same on horseback, the same weird etiquette, the same witcher.

Thinking of what happened when he was young, the presiding judge's spirit couldn't help but be a little trance-like.

"My lord, should we pursue?" A bloodied knight stepped forward, a muffled voice coming from under his helmet.

Hastings shook his head, "No, reorganize the team, we'll ...... withdraw"

Before he finished speaking, several small dark blue beads that looked like small glass balls flew from the air towards the ground where everyone was.

Lancet's extraordinary senses made him detect the anomaly in the air one step earlier, and when he saw the blue crystal ball flying in a parabola in the air towards this side, his face changed drastically and at the same time, he hugged the female mage's waist as fast as he could, and suddenly turned over and hid on the side of the war horse.

Hastings had apparently spotted the beads as well, but by the time he was about to say something to warn the people around him, the blue crystal had already touched the ground.

The small beads "ding" and smashed on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Immediately after, just like a legendary spell released in an instant, the entire area of the battlefield was completely frozen by the ice spell in those few beads just now.

Whether it was the knights and priests, or the presiding judge, all of them were sealed in the ice by the frozen orb just now.

The quick-eyed Lancet was lucky enough to dodge the explosion of ice energy that had just been like a shockwave, and he rolled to the frozen ground with the female mage in his arms and opened his attribute panel.

Since he had just killed a lot of trolls, his experience points had already broken through the full experience of the first level, and the character level had also reached the second level. Fingers quickly swiped across the translucent panel, and commands were quickly given.

Dezik cautiously arrived at the battlefield with a few of his henchmen and Sork, and found that they were the only ones standing here, and the others had already become ice sculptures.

"It's amazing...... "Halfling Soke couldn't help but mutter, from the troll just now to the current frozen orb, these are not at all like the things that an unruly team like the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group should use.

"Find the girl." Dezik triumphantly commanded the order, admiring the frozen sight around him, and even the annihilation of his mercenary regiment was no longer very painful.

As long as he finds that girl, he will get a hundred times more wealth, power, and everything he wants than he does now.

Lancet and Moriath hid behind the ice-hardened horse and watched a human archer with a strong bow cautiously groping its way in this direction.

Randster put his finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture to the female mage. A small summoning array lit up beside the witcher, and a pure black demon pet was slowly descending from the summoning array to the material realm.

The archer had apparently noticed the anomaly as well, and he followed the flickering light to the ice sculpture of the warhorse.