However, the Nord bandits will not wait for the blood-red mage and orc warriors to get close to them before shooting, especially for them who have experience in dealing with spellcasters, and the wooden bow with an effective range of one hundred and twenty or thirty meters is undoubtedly the biggest threat to the blood-red mage.

After the iron arrow passes through the amplification of the wooden bow, even the strong orcs will suffer a lot of damage, not to mention the fragile human beings themselves, not to mention the spellcasters who are known for their fragile physique, I am afraid that their arrows will shoot over, as long as they hit any part, I am afraid that the caster will be able to quickly withdraw from the battle to heal and heal.

"Draw the bow! Aim! Shoot! ”

The Nord bandit leader had a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, but looking at the orc who was howling and charging, his eyes were firmly fixed on the blood-red figure that was slowly walking in it, as if it was a leisurely cloud stroll, but the speed was not slow at all, the wooden bow in his hand had also been pulled up, and an iron arrow was placed on it, and he firmly locked on the figure.

But Hawke beside him had already raised his wooden bow, but he didn't draw it, just frowned and stared at the red glow that flickered slightly on the blood-red mage robe, slowly shook his head, he lowered his wooden bow slightly, and just turned his head to look at the Nord bandits next to him.

He had noticed a few anomalies, at least he understood how a vulnerable spellcaster could come so closely? You must know that even the casters in the game, with the existence of blood bars and blue bars, do not dare to get so close to the archers, although they will also cast spells at a certain distance, but it is a little unreasonable to travel directly towards a hundred meters quickly!

"Whoosh whoosh—"

But the Nord bandits, who were standing above the third floor and inside the firing position on the second floor, didn't care how far away the caster was, but they knew that this was already the effective range. Just gently let go of the fingers that were tightly hooked on the bowstring, and dozens of black shadows flashed on one side of the farm fortress in an instant.

The slight screaming sound instantly became one, and the iron arrows in the entire space were rushing forward quickly, tearing the air and repelling some kind of ghostly laughter, especially the more than forty iron arrows were issued almost at the same time, although there were no hundreds of thousands of archers shooting overwhelmingly, but they still rushed out with a wave of black shadows like lightning.

Hawke squinted slightly, his dragon eyes instantly appeared in his pupils, and he also instantly found the blood-red mage, locking his figure among the orcs, and even Hawke looked slightly towards the periphery of the woods in the distance, but he was a little surprised to find that the fear of the iron arrows on the faces of those goblins and orcs did not show the slightest expression on the faces of the dozen blood-red mages!

In fact, the blood-red mages who are spellcasters, especially those who have taken refuge in the devils of hell, obviously have a special ability to resist the long-range attacks of this cold weapon.

"Roar—"

The orcs rushed in front first, looking at the Nord bandits on the farm fortress, and the iron arrows shooting at them, they raised their arms to cover their faces, they had also raised their weapons in front of them, and made regular quick calls, although their vitality was tenacious, but they could still be fatal after being shot by iron arrows!

But for them who lack armor, this is already the greatest effort, after all, even if it is a large orc tribe, relatively speaking, it lacks smelting technology, and for the armor made of metal, it is also very lacking for their group of orc warriors from small tribes in the wasteland.

However, although the arrow is shooting, it is not the speed of the bullet, they can still judge the direction and landing point of the arrow, as long as it is not shot to the point, then for the strong vitality of the orc, it is already a small injury.

"Coming towards me? Looks like you're really scared of me."

But these orcs were wrong, because most of the iron arrows all crossed their heads, and instantly shot towards a red figure with that scream, but the corner of the blood-red mage's mouth showed a certain disdainful smile, and he suddenly stopped, raised the staff in his right hand high and pointed at the figure, and said in a slow and deep voice: "Catapult the arrow enchantment!" ”

With his words, a translucent light shield instantly appeared in front of him, and dozens of iron arrows were shot fiercely on it, but it seemed to be transferred by some mysterious power, and it was instantly ejected to all directions, and the sharp iron arrows and attached surnames directly made the two or three orcs and seventeen or eighteen goblins around who had no time to react be hit, and two or three arrows that were ejected were inserted in their bodies, and they fell to the ground heavily.

The surrounding orcs immediately gritted their teeth and glanced at the blood-red mage, and even those orcs on the periphery of the forest couldn't help but glance at the dozen blood-red figures beside them, but their eyes were all dark with that deep fear.

However, it was the mocking and disdainful gazes of the blood-red mages who replied to these orcs, and even the dozen or so blood-red mages looked with a little interest at the goblins who fell to the ground with arrows and were still wailing, as well as the orc warriors who were not seriously injured, pulled out the iron arrows directly with flesh and blood, and struggled to stand up and try to move on.

"It's a wonderful scene." Those blood-red mages did not hide the admiration on their faces at all, especially looking at the hatred and dark anger in the eyes of the orc warriors around them, but they never dared to say or do something, and the corners of their mouths showed some kind of high-minded mockery: "Ignorant orcs are no different from the barbarians who feed the so-called angry king." ”

"What?! That son of a bitch! How can it be?! ”

The Nord bandits on the farm instantly widened their eyes, looking at the orcs and goblins who were shot in the distance, they couldn't help but gasp, even the corners of Hawk's eyes twitched slightly, and before they could continue to react, they found that the blood-red mage had a disdainful mockery on his face. One by one, the Nord bandits gritted their teeth, and then picked up an iron arrow and pulled up their bowstrings, ready to aim.

"It's ridiculous."

The disdain at the corner of the blood-red mage's mouth became more and more obvious, and he looked at the top of the farm fortress with a mocking look, the staff in his hand was slowly raised, and he looked at Hawke's lips moved slightly a few times, and with some kind of destruction-like momentum, he instantly swung the staff forward, and four or five dark red fireballs the size of a human head were burning and crashing over! (To be continued.) )