The Morpheus knight, gripping the reins, took the lead, and the speed advantage of the mount under his crotch was too great. www.biquge.info No matter how hard Barrett tries, he can only watch the other party get farther and farther away in front of him.

'Forget it! Let's let the knight-sama attract some firepower for me! Barrett, who found that his efforts had paid no avail, could only console himself in this way.

Faced with a threat from the air, the caster of the ambush phalanx immediately abandoned the Tutkel cavalry regiment, which was already in the middle of a loss. Turn your attention to the new enemy.

The spherical energy spread across the sky, but both Barrett and Morpheus Knight could easily break out of those hot and cold areas. In many cases, he was able to leave behind those raging energies with explosive acceleration.

Thread-like energy was constantly shuttling around Barrett. They brushed the ends of Barrett's hair and landed behind the serpentine maneuvering course. Some of them looked like they had landed on Barrett's body, but then they seemed to hit the illusion and passed directly through his body. Others vanished less than inches from Barrett, as if they had never appeared.

The number of people in the ambush phalanx was already small, and after the fire projection was divided between two people, there was no way to achieve a saturation attack. With its own variety of protective effects, there are very few spells that can land on Barrett's body.

At the same time, Barrett made sure that the Morpheus Knight in front of him was not maneuvering, and he ignored the caster's methods and went on a rampage. But in Barrett's eyes, he didn't see any spells that could work on him. The large number of spell slots consumed by the enemy caster is completely useless for now.

When the casters failed to intercept them, the remaining mage guards immediately clenched their blades next to the object they were protecting. They didn't use projectile weapons blindly, because they knew that even those spells just now didn't work, and their weapons would have no effect.

The spellcaster in the black piping cloak was not some old pedant with no actual combat experience. As the person in charge of this ambush, he was immediately aware of his situation. Especially after the storming rider who fell from the sky broke through his interception, he felt that his life was greatly threatened.

After many failed attempts, he touched the ring on the middle finger of his left hand. Immediately afterward, there was a slight twist in front of the Morpheus Knight. Experienced in a hundred battles, he immediately noticed a flash of change.

Immediately the Morpheus knight pulled the reins in his hand, and after a sharp stride on the mount under his crotch, he immediately volleyed into an 'S' shape. But even so, the mount still made a 'bang' sound as if it had kicked something.

'Force Field Wall. Barrett, who was even further behind, recognized the spell in front of him at the same time. Immediately afterwards, he began to correct his charging route, so as not to crash headfirst into the impenetrable and impenetrable barrier.

As the road raced at a rapid pace, the distance between the Morpheus Knight and the black-robed mage was already close at hand. The sword in Knight Morpheus' hand glowed with a blinding cold light, and he was about to tear open and black piping robes.

But at this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed on the clasp of the black-robed spellcaster's robe, and then the black-robed mage who was about to be beheaded by a sword disappeared out of thin air. Moments later, they were 300 feet away from Morpheus Knight.

And the remaining casters in the phalanx were all scattered - none of them dared to cast spells in front of the Morpheus Knights, and they were not even willing to try to move the spells, and all chose to flee at full speed.

And the mage guards in the phalanx kept their duty. Suppressing the fear in their hearts, they charged at the Morpheus Knight, weapon in hand.

A series of "sonorous" sounds continued to sound in the phalanx, and severed swords, iron halberds, and war hammers flew everywhere over the battlefield. And the mount kicked a flying leg, and immediately one of the mage guards immediately turned into a rolling gourd with an unbalanced center of gravity.

And as the mount spread its legs under the control of the Morpheus Knight, it charged forward. One after another, mage guards were knocked to the ground. The Morpheus Knight wasn't going to get tangled up with the meat shields, his target was always the black-robed spellcaster - because he was too much of a threat to the others.

The phalanx, which had been completely disrupted by the Morpheus Knights, provided considerable convenience to Barrett's operations - he could launch a surprise attack directly on the fleeing spellcasters without breaking through the mage guards.

Facing the menacing Barrett, a thick fog suddenly erupted from the body of the spellcaster he had chosen as a target. But in front of Barrett, the dense fog that should have been invisible to the fingers had no effect at all. His gaze pierced directly through the barrier formed by the spell and directly locked onto the target in it.

Barrett, who smacked his feet, increased his speed even further, and a cold light tore through the thick fog and cut to his target with a 'hiss' void. But just as Broken Peak was about to make contact with the spellcaster, Barrett felt as if the blade in his hand had hit something, and then slid to the ground on the side.

'Protective force field? But this can save you once, but it can't save you a second time. Barrett, who snorted coldly in his heart, shook his arm and stabbed him with a backhand. This time, the protective force field that guarded the caster did not work again, and in the eyes of the other party's wide eyes, 'Broken Peak' tore open his robe, and then a stream of blood splattered out.

However, at the moment of life and death, people will always burst out with amazing power driven by the desire to survive. The caster, like a veteran yoga instructor, avoided his vital point in an extremely strange twist. It's a pity that he is not a professional in this field after all, and in this state, he immediately fell to the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

As a combat-oriented spellcaster, the guy who had just been slashed by Barrett immediately endured the pain and rolled as soon as he hit the ground - any spellcaster who went out on an adventure basically practiced his 'rolling' skills to a certain level at a low level.

Although the constant rolling on the ground is very different from the cold image that the caster should have. However, in the time when the caster does not have many means to deal with the enemy, it is one of the most effective ways to save their lives. Even now, with all kinds of life-saving measures, they can still use that kind of means instinctively.

Barrett, who saw that the cooked duck was about to fly, immediately stepped forward and swung his knife to completely kill that guy. And the spellcaster who was rolling on the ground was terrified at the moment, because the several protective spell effects that originally existed on his body all disappeared the moment he was stabbed.

At this point, he was like an egg with its shell dismantled - completely unguarded. The specialty effect of 'Piercing Spell Protection' is like a delicate can opener, instantly disintegrating all layers of protection for the caster.

Feeling the touch of the hilt, Barrett turned his wrist. Immediately after that, the 'Broken Front' cut the fibrous ring in the spine laterally. The spellcaster, who was rolling in mud on the ground, completely stiffened after two convulsions.

And when Barrett cleared out one of the mages here, the situation on the battlefield changed because the three of them burst in. The Tutkel cavalry regiment, which was originally defeated, was first relieved of the 'exhaustion' effect on its body by Mage Murphy, and then suppressed by the caster's firepower. Now that he had finally given full play to his numerical superiority, the westerly wind immediately overwhelmed the easterly wind.

Sergeant Sherlock, who managed to make it to the turn of the day, looked at Barrett and the others with a rather complicated look. Although he really didn't like these foreigners who participated in the affairs of the republic at all. At the same time, he also understands that he has just been used by them. But he didn't resent them as much as he had just done now—because if Boreham hadn't led those three, his cavalry brigade would have suffered heavy casualties.

True, Sergeant Sherlock never imagined that he and his men would be wiped out in such a situation. Because they are cavalry, superiority in mobility is their greatest guarantee of safety. After seeing no possibility of victory, they scattered and retreated, and there was always a group of people who managed to escape.

And now the Tutkel cavalry, who were finally able to exert their strength, flew with long knives and blood splashed in the collision with the ambushers. Men on both sides rolled off their horses and then curled up in a ball under the trampling of the horses.

On this end, the pursuit battle between the Morpheus Knight and the black-robed spellcaster continued. The spellcaster, who had previously been so powerful against the Tutkel soldiers, was now being run over by Barrett and fleeing in all directions. However, although this mage could not deal with the Morpheus Knight, his own means of preserving his life were much better than those under him.

With the help of a series of timely teleportation spells, the other party maintained a dangerous 'safe distance' from Morpheus. However, it was like dancing on the tip of a knife that was not destined to last long, and after the last vanishing out of thin air, the spellcaster was never seen again.

After pausing in mid-air to observe the entire battle, the Morpheus Knight confirmed that the other had fled the battlefield - regardless of the caster's sense of honor, to them something like the sound of gold coins in a money bag. The 'Master Mage', whom the soldiers often referred to with disdain, were almost always the first to escape.

As the strongest of the ambushers chose to evacuate, the remaining casters with teleportation spells activated their own life-saving measures one by one - unfortunately, one of the unlucky ones was unlucky, and Barrett, who was not far from him, immediately activated the effect of the 'Dimensional Blade', strangling his escape attempt in the cradle.

When the remaining casters found their escape hopeless, they immediately threw up their hands and surrendered - in the eyes of most of them, their employer's support was not worth their lives. And if the caster surrenders, it won't be difficult to change the court. They don't have much psychological pressure in this regard.

Compared to warriors who are easier to train on a large scale, the cost of training casters is much higher, and the success rate is much lower. Therefore, the major organizations in the Western Continent often have certain preferential treatment for spellcasters, and they will not be too oppressive for these captives. Therefore, many children of rich families always like to spend a lot of money to learn spells - even if it is not small that they will lose their money in the end, they are still happy to do it.

Looking at the robed spellcasters in front of him, all with their hands held high, Barrett inserted his 'broken peak' back into the scabbard: "To deal with this group of soft bones, it really doesn't take much effort. ”

On the other side, Sergeant Major Sherlock also brought his men under control of the hand-to-hand ambushers who were still alive. They took hemp ropes from their saddle bags and tied them up one by one the attackers who had surrendered or fallen wounded.

Seeing this, Barrett immediately turned back to the caster he had just killed, and began to pick up the other party's belongings - this was Barrett's trophy, and he naturally wouldn't give it to anyone else. Even the one he had just left behind with the 'dimensional' blade had the power to ask for loot.

"Do we need to be part of the next interrogation?" After the battle on the ground was almost over, Mage Murphy slowly landed beside the Morpheus Knight.

The latter looked at the messy battlefield: "If we can, we'd better get involved directly." Even if they don't interrogate in person, they must observe the whole process from the sidelines, lest the Tutkels hide anything, intentionally or unintentionally. ”

Even the closest allies can't be intellectually unreserved. Not to mention the fact that there is a system of government such as the Bolim Territory and the Merchant Republic of Tutkel, which is entirely based on a combination of interests.

If there is any news that could bring great benefits, the other party will definitely hide something. And if there is any threat to the Boreham Order, those merchants will sell it at a price. So for the sake of the territory, the Morpheus knight knew that his direct intervention would be disgusting, but he still decided to get involved.

At this time, Barrett, who walked to their side, reminded: "Even if it doesn't matter anything else, we must first confirm the life and death of Briarley's steward!" ”

"That's right." Knight Morpheus nodded. (To be continued.) )