"Vulgar lines, pay attention to your attack range, I always have a premonition that I will be involved in your greatsword." Duran reminded that Simodo's greatsword was too exaggerated, and on the continent of Fanan, it was basically only available to barbarians.

Regarding this mercenary from the Supreme Council, Duran did not reveal much except for a cursory introduction of this guy as his subordinate and his name. Such an approach undoubtedly adds a bit of mystery to outsiders. The White Tower Wizard was originally faintly on the same front as the black-clothed people, and after seeing Duran's strength and all kinds of magical events, Erega not only looked at Duran differently, but also invisibly increased his trust in him.

This is no easy task, and the wizards of the White Tower have always been known for their caution and pride, and even the Greystone Dwarves and Brutes who fight against the Dragonman Empire with them will not easily gain their respect. In reality, the Black-clad were far less powerful than either the Greystone Dwarves or the Brutes - even a third of them.

"Wouldn't this place be too obvious?" Eregar leaned against the back of the stone wall, and the cramped cliffs on both sides gave her a strong feeling of suffocation. The witch has a natural fear of confined spaces, which probably has a lot to do with the secret room that her teacher used to punish her for not studying witchcraft hard enough when she was a young girl - the darkness of the space itself is haunting, and the cramped space gives her the illusion that she is in the mouth of a ferocious beast from ancient mythology.

She inhaled heavily, then reminded, "Shall I use an illusion to disguise it a little?" ”

Duran looked at her with a little surprise: "Illusion? Could it be that you're also proficient in psychic magic? ”

Erega shook her head a little shyly, then nodded again and said, "Not proficient...... I mean, I'm probably going to be a little bit fur. Three years ago, the witches of the Dark Witch Society secretly visited the Plateau of Despair, believing that it had an obscure connection to the long-lost witch god. And out of a common stance against the Dragonman Empire and the ancient origin of being the Anzedi, the Seven Sages agreed to this matter. The witch was said to be five hundred years old, but she looked like a young woman, and I had the privilege of seeing her once, her eyes as bright as a lake, full of wisdom. Although she still seemed to have found nothing in the Plateau of Despair, she gave me a little pointer in mind magic and prophecy. Admittedly, my talent for psychic magic seems to be slightly superior to that of plastic magic, but prophecy spells have been a mess for me, and I haven't even seen a tributary of the River of Destiny in a few failed attempts. ”

"That's great news, I thought only elves and witches could use psychic magic......" Duran glanced at the other end of the slit, there was no one at the moment, and Kate showed no signs of fighting, indicating that the commander of the comer was quite patient. You can set up some illusions to confuse your eyes, right? ”

"No problem." When it comes to the professional aspect, Erega always seems very confident, she thinks for a moment and says, "I can cover up this gap, so that they can only see the gap in the middle, and wait until they have come to our encirclement, and then suddenly attack." Maybe I can add an illusion to confuse their hearing. ”

"Great, guys, let's wait for the enemy to come!" Duran gave everyone a thumbs up and quietly went into a stealth state. In the cracks, Simodo was at the forefront, and the Iron Sheet was at Erica's side, and the thick-skinned ogre was more suitable for the duties of a guard. His weapon was replaced by a mace that Duran had brought out of the Tower of Shadows—one of the odd weapons, a favorite of the brutes west of the Plaguelands. With the size of an ogre, if you hit it correctly, it is basically a hammer and a headshot, which is very violent and bloody. This weapon itself is very difficult to cast, and there are few blacksmiths on the mainland who can make it, and the imperial government prohibits adventurers from carrying it, and crossbow arrows and other weapons are listed as one of the contraband.

Only when Duran got the Tower of Shadows could he toss such a weapon for Ironhide to use. There are many weapons in the thief training base, and if all the weapons in it are taken out, I am afraid that it will not be a problem to arm an army of 500 people. The only embarrassing point is that none of the weapons in this are standard, and most of them are training supplies, imagine such an army - a phalanx of 500 people is neat and orderly, and the murderous atmosphere, but the weapons in the hands are very different, and the degree of miscellaneous is as good as the variety of vegetables in the largest vegetable market in the city of the last day, as funny as it is. The combat capabilities of such a force are really doubtful.

A low chant sounded slowly, and a layer of mist-like fluctuations gradually filled the air, and two curtains-like things suddenly rose from the open space on both sides of the gap, confusing everyone's sight. The color of the curtain is so realistic that even if you get closer, you may not be able to see the mystery in it, and only the most seasoned thieves in removing traps and illusions can detect the slightest inadequacy.

The curtain completely covered the gap, and there was a sudden sound of broken footsteps ahead.

Duran said in a low voice, "Get ready, kill them." ”

……

Even in the afternoon, when the good light gave everyone an outstanding view, and the valley as far as the eye could see, it was still difficult to hide the uneasy atmosphere that constantly trembled in the air. Behind him, Zinke's breathing became noticeably shorter, which made Jamal a little irritable.

He clenched the sword in his hand and made a gesture to signal the others to wait in place and proceed cautiously himself.

Zink and the others let out a sigh of relief, as a recruit, he fought for the first time, and he was so nervous that he couldn't breathe. Will he die under the vicious magic of a witch before he becomes an official member of the guard? Will a vicious and abominable monster suddenly pop up in the valley?

All sorts of uneasy speculations kept falling on him like snowflakes, and it was only then that he realized how ridiculous it must be to brag about training - no one who had never been in battle could not guess what it would be like to walk on the edge of life and death. Among the five people brought by Jamal, they are all veterans except for Zink, but in terms of performance alone, these people may not be much stronger than Zink, the enemy is the legendary witch, although the bounty offered by the lords is very high, which is easy to make people hot-headed, but when I think of those terrifying legends about witches, it is as if I encountered a hail head-on in the hot summer, and my blood immediately cooled down a lot. The only thing they did better than Zink was that they could barely hold their swords and not deform.

Jamal was clearly much more sophisticated than the rest, a veteran who acted swiftly like a cunning fox, and who made the most of the valley's treacherous terrain, hiding most of his body behind heavy rocks, even as he moved quickly.

His advance speed is not slow, and the enemy can't run anyway - the captain has already led people to copy their rear path, and his side doesn't need to be too aggressive, and I think the other five people will be able to force the enemy under the leadership of a golden swordsman, right?

"We just need to make sure that the enemy doesn't flee from here." The veteran thought that at this moment, a small bend appeared in the road ahead, which was quite steep and narrow. From where he was, it was difficult to see what was in the bend, but the veteran could see the shadows on the ground.

"Ambush!" This was Jamal's first thought, he sneered in his heart, beckoned to the back, and at the same time analyzed in his heart: "What a tall thing, the shape is a little strange...... Except for the ogre, who is probably the big man with the giant sword. Neither of these guys will be easy to deal with, so you have to be careful......"

"How?" Zink, who felt his heart beat to his throat, leaned over to Jamal and asked in a low voice.

"There's an ambush, it's a big man." Jamal said succinctly, he patted Zinke on the shoulder: "Relax, no one is going to let you charge, hey, Harvey, you rush over with me in a moment and cover me with your shield, is there a problem?" ”

The only big man on the team with an iron shield nodded slowly, he and Jamal had cooperated many times, and such an occasion was not unfamiliar. He didn't hold a sword in his hand, and the strength of his hands was used in his shield, which was somewhat similar to the shield defenders of the White Tower Wizards, who sacrificed their attacks in battle to gain more life for their companions.

"You don't have to rush up to support me, it's too cramped here, and if people gather together, it's easy to be constrained. I'll go with Harvey in a while, and if we're not able to defeat you, we'll at least be able to retreat a little bit, and then you'll come up and help me out. Jamal quickly assigns the role.

He clenched the long sword in his hand, squinted at the shadow that had been silent at the bend, and there was always a strange feeling in his heart - from the beginning to the present, this shadow had not moved, and the other party's willpower was so amazing? Or is it a mistake in your own judgment?

Since the sun was already hanging in the western sky at this time, the length of the reflection had become slightly deformed, not to mention that only a small part of the shadow was shown on this side of the curve, which was really difficult to judge.

"I'll have to go over and have a look." The veteran swallowed, and he winked at Harvey, who nodded knowingly and approached with his shield on his shoulder.

Jamal picked up a rock and slammed it into the cliff at the bend - he expected it to bounce off at least the people lurking behind the bend. And this time, this is his chance.

He wasn't particularly fast, but he was very calm, and with a wrong step and a roll on the spot, Jamal was in front of the corner.

He jerked his head up, and the afterglow had already told him everything, and an angry expression appeared-

"Damn, it's a dead end!"

Four or five one-man tall stones were neatly stacked in the bend, and although there were gaps between the stones, it was obviously not for normal humans to pass through. Luo Yu hung high in the western sky, reflecting the shadow of the stone crookedly on the cliff on the other side of the bend.

Jamal's common sense told him that it was impossible for a normal human to pile up such a huge stone in such a short period of time, but the thought of the ogre and mercenary man in the opposing team made his faith faintly shaken. However, what puzzled him the most was, what was the other party doing this?

Do they think that with just a few stones, they can keep the lord's guard out of the valley? Such an idea would be naïve, and if no one stopped him, Jamal felt that the six of them could climb through it with their climbing skills......

However, such a scenario is clearly built without human interference.

The whistling sound suddenly came, and Jamal suddenly felt bad in his heart, and a black shadow was as fast as lightning, shooting through the gap in the other side of the stone pile and shooting towards Jamal.

"Bang!"

The tail feathers marked with the mark of the Holy Light Technique hummed and trembled, and at least a quarter of the arrows of the crossbow arrows were thrust into the oak shields, causing Harvey and Jamal to break out in a cold sweat.

"It's a crossbow bolt! These lawless guys! Jamal didn't even have time to scold, both of them very wisely chose to retreat temporarily. They retreated under the protection of their shields in embarrassment, and the whole process was between the lightning and flint, and the figures of the two had just passed the bend, and two crossbow arrows swooped again, slamming into the cliff.

The sharp crossbow arrow frightened the two of them, this thing was originally one of the forbidden weapons, a big killer weapon in close combat, fortunately, although the other party was holding a sharp weapon, but it seemed that the accuracy was not very good - of course, it could also be limited to the terrain and could not play it, anyway, the two people who could pick up a surname from under the crossbow arrow had the capital to brag about in the tavern later, provided that they successfully survived this battle.

"Damn it." Jamal cursed, his eyes flashing with unease. The fact that the other party had crossbow arrows made him hesitate, although judging from the size of the crossbow arrows, the model of the crossbow is estimated to be a killing weapon of the level of a hand crossbow, but this is also not something that the thin coarse cloth leather armor on the lord's guard can resist. Presumably, only heavily armored knights would dare to ignore the power of a crossbow, and the shabby town of White Sands obviously can't afford such equipment.

Harvey was also shocked, and the rest of the people were even more afraid to come out, and before the battle began, a shadow cast on their hearts. The people of the lord's guard originally thought that this matter should be captured, but they never thought that the other party was a hard stubble, the strength of the team was unfathomable, and before the witch could make a move, they were forced to stop.

"Jamal, it's not part of the Lord's Guard's training course." Harvey whispered, "The captain didn't leave us a guy to light the fire, not even Chili and his white spots. Our duty should be to hold this place and not let them escape, not to attack on their own. ”

The rest of the people all looked approving, and Jamal muttered for a moment, his face cloudy.

He glanced at the crossbow bolt on the oak shield that seemed to glow with the light of death, and finally nodded: "Let's hold this place, and if we hear the sound of battle, rush in to help." ”

……

On the other side of the pile, the Demon Warlock was equally uneasy, not only from her unfamiliar use of the crossbow, but also from her fear of the unknown. What if they rush in desperately? His own spells or crossbow arrows will kill two or three people at most, and the rest will definitely not let him go.

The annoying Duran, who actually let himself defend this place alone, is it really a silver warlock who can do anything?

Kate gritted her teeth, her nerves tensed, and the crossbow bolt in her hand was aimed at the gap in the stone pile, and she would not hesitate to shoot any figure if it appeared. As for the degree of cherishing of the distressed crossbow, this kind of thing is completely for Duran to consider, and has nothing to do with her.

"I hope he's right......" Kate tried to lean her ear against the stone wall, sensing the movement on Duran's side.

Unfortunately, the long calm made her a little anxious, and just as she was about to collapse, a miserable wail suddenly came from the inner side of the valley!

"Who could it be?" Kate wandered a glance into the depths of the valley, but at that moment, the sound of small footsteps came from the bend.

Three figures appeared side by side at the bend, moving quickly and desperately, looking like they were about to climb the rocks.

Not good!

Kate was startled, the crossbow could only attack one person, but it could not drive all three of them down the pile at the same time. She immediately threw away the crossbow arrow in her hand, and the spell she had prepared for her came out.

Without taking into account any spellcasting skill bonuses, the cast speed of a Warlock of the same level is undoubtedly much faster than that of a Mage. The magical power of the bloodline saves them from chanting lengthy incantations, and with just a few shocking syllables, the power of the bloodline will naturally resonate with the magical factor that lurks dormant in the air.

"Infernal Fire!"

This most familiar spell was clearly the most suitable choice for the situation, and large balls of flames appeared above the stone pile laughing, falling like a rain of fire. Slightly different from the [Fire Rain Technique], once the Infernal Fire is dispersed, the attack power will be greatly reduced, but Kate's goal is not to kill them in one hit, but to keep these pesky creatures out of the stone pile.

The sudden burst of flames apparently disrupted the three of them, one of whom shouted "It's a witch!" It's a witch! The other two also frantically tried to dodge the falling flames.

The fire of purgatory fell on one of them, and his shoulder immediately caught fire, not loud enough to make the fellow jump up and down in fright—he rubbed the fire against the stone wall with all his might, trying to wear it out. The other person was much calmer, he took a step back, the long sword in his hand flying, and the flames were slashed horizontally and vertically by him, cleverly blocking the side.

Seeing this scene, Kate's heart immediately sank. It seems that it will not be easy to hold this place.

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