The attack was sudden, and no one could have figured out what kind of attack it was.

Even experienced and well-informed veteran mercenaries who have been attacked by various fierce men (or beasts) will look confused when they are hit in the face by a burst fireball that has no magic fluctuations, and this moment of confusion will cause the situation to get out of control in their hands.

"Enemy attack!"

The leader of the mercenaries in half-body armor immediately hissed and roared, and then reluctantly activated his protective aura, while the mercenary companions around him quickly turned in the direction of the attackers who had already emerged from the woods after hesitating for less than half a beat.

A small leader of the mercenaries with the rank of knight first saw the appearance of the attacker, he saw several soldiers wearing strange and light armor stepping out of the forest, those soldiers were equipped with large arms guards with strange styles and asymmetry as if they were cumbersome, and they also carried marching backpacks on the battlefield, which seemed to have no common sense and combat effectiveness, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous - the flashy arms that showed their presence could only affect the balance of their bodies in melee combat, The backpack that gets in the way behind you is even more inexperienced in combat: this kind of thing should be removed before the battle begins!

Of course, what really made him despise those strange soldiers was that he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of magic from those enemies.

Ordinary people, wearing strange equipment - and want to fight against the transcendent?

However, considering the two strange magic explosions before, the mercenary knight was worried that there were spellcasters hiding in the woods, so he waved his hand and beckoned to his nearest subordinates: "Charge me!" ”

Several of their men instinctively obeyed, brandishing their swords and charging at the strange foes at the edge of the woods, while the rest of their fellow mercenaries reacted, screaming strange and terrifying screams at the attackers.

But what happened next left everyone unresponsive.

One by one, the strangely equipped soldiers raised their left arms and aimed at the mercenaries who were rushing towards them like crossbows, followed by a series of low, high-heat beams that burst through the air, and a continuous stream of scorching heat pierced through every soldier in their path.

The knight leader watched in horror, and the fantasy thought flashed through his mind like an explosion: Scorching ray? Mage? A mage wearing plate armor and carrying a sword? A large group of mages wearing plate armor and carrying long swords?!

He activated his talisman aura at the fastest speed in his life, and a layer of magical brilliance appeared on his body, but just when he thought he could resist the low-level magic of those strange "plate mages", a series of buzzing suddenly sounded in the woods, and then a dozen red lights struck towards his face.

One scorching ray after another bombarded him, and the knight's aura wiped out the first few beams of light, but the mercenary only had horror in his heart, because he found that the "mages" in plate armor did not need to buffer and chant when casting spells, and he found that the beams of light splashed from the woods were completely continuous!

A heart-rending and burning pain came from his abdomen, followed by simultaneous hits in all parts of his limbs, and the little leader of the low-level knightly mercenary almost fell to pieces, and before his thoughts were completely finished, there was only one thought in his mind:

Mage...... When did it become so worthless?

And in the process of those minions and small bosses being killed by the scorching ray one by one, the mercenary leader in half-body armor survived because of the leader's reserve - he did not charge with the others, so he had time to quickly find cover to hide at the moment when he saw that the situation was not good, and he almost rushed behind the nearest big rock, but in the process, he saw a figure in a black robe standing in place sluggishly.

It was one of the only two mages in the mercenary group, and the other party actually held up the magic shield at this time, and began to chant an attack spell - open shield casting, which is the basic operation of almost every battle mage against other mages, and it is also the standard operation, but the mercenary leader immediately realized that this stupid battle mage was finished.

He watched as dozens of scorching red beams of light shot towards the robed-clad figure, easily tearing apart the opponent's mana shield and causing ripples on the magic robe with a certain amount of demonic resistance, the black-robed mage survived the first round of shots with his mana shield and expensive anti-magic robe, but the second round of shots turned him into a mass of charcoal that exploded in the air.

It wasn't a battle at all, it was a one-sided slaughter—the disparity between friend and foe was as great as it had been when he had led his men to slash in the camp camps.

The leader of the mercenaries completely gave up resisting in the face of this force, he looked around to make sure that he was not in the sight of the enemy, so he immediately moved along the haystacks and piles of corpses next to the stones, preparing to flee this terrible place, but as soon as he moved, he felt a cold chill spread from his back to his body, and a cold blade against his neck.

"If I were you, put your hand on the back of your head at this point."

Amber put a dagger to the back of the mercenary leader's neck, and as she made a powerful threat, she was determined to run away as soon as the seemingly capable mercenary leader resisted the slightest.

But if the other party doesn't resist, she will use this credit to exchange Gawain for a roast chicken and half a barrel of cold beer.

The leader of the mercenaries did not resist - he was now convinced that there were dozens of battle mages surrounding the place, and although the style of those battle mages was strange, magic could not be faked, and in the face of such a mage group, no matter how high the skill was, it would be intimidating.

Gawain and Philip, who were just watching the battle, walked out and began to clean up the battlefield with the magic infantry, while the mercenary leader stood up from behind the stone under the threat of Amber's dagger and obediently accepted the control.

Looking at the charred corpses in front of him, thinking of just a few minutes ago, these were still a group of elite mercenaries who were well-equipped and even had transcendental beings in charge, Gawain felt a little more proud and trusted in his heart of the new type of thermal ray gun.

But at the same time, he also discovered many shortcomings in the experience and tactics of the first generation of magic infantry - many soldiers still did not get rid of the traditional combat methods, did not understand the essence of ambushing the enemy in the bunker, some exposed themselves prematurely, and some were too excited after killing the enemy with magic for the first time, forgetting the task assigned by the squad leader to gather fire, and even two soldiers made mistakes and went towards the enemy for a long time without opening the insurance, Only now did I realize that I hadn't hit anyone under the reminder of my comrades-in-arms......

According to the power of the thermal ray gun and the chaos brought to the enemy after the new equipment appeared on the battlefield, Gawain judged that it only took ten soldiers to deal with these seemingly well-equipped but actually rabble mercenaries in front of him - as long as the fire was gathered in time and the tactics were appropriate, it would be difficult for the traditional and low-level transcendents to make an effective counterattack in the face of the magic energy armament.

But it was still necessary to bring so many people - even if each person only shot once effectively (two of them still watched others shoot), these soldiers also learned about the characteristics and use of the new equipment in the actual combat process, and Gawain also confirmed the progress of training and education for these soldiers, whether it was for the thermal ray guns or for these new soldiers, today is a very valuable combat test.

Missionary Wright also followed the soldiers out of the woods, he had seen Cecil Combat Corps in battle for the first time, and the incredibly mysterious weapon stunned the strong, bear-like priest, but he quickly turned his attention away from the weapons he couldn't understand.

Wright walked among the corpses of the mercenaries on the ground, crouching down from time to time, drawing the symbol of the Church of Light on the foreheads of the corpses, and muttering words in his mouth:

"May the Light cleanse your sinful soul."

"May the Light cleanse your sinful soul."

"May the Light cleanse your sinful and ugly soul."

"May the Light cleanse your sinful, ugly, garlic-smelling soul."

Like a qualified chaplain, this devout cultist of the Light uses his faith to appease the spirits of these brutal and bloody mercenaries in order to prevent the death-filled environment from spawning dangerous evil spirits or cursed plagues. He prayed as he removed his hand from the bow and crossbow of a dead mercenary, then walked over to the next mercenary in a short gray robe and crouched down: "May the light purify your ...... Well? You ......"

As Wright let out a puzzled sound, the "corpse" in the gray robe moved instantly, and the mage who faked his death suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a chaotic flow of magic overload, and a dangerous arcane missile took shape in his chest, striking Wright!

At such a close distance, it was impossible to protect the body with divine magic, but the missionary Wright still raised his right hand high, and his mouth unswervingly called on the skill of the Holy Light: "Precept - silence!" ”

A casserole-sized fist fell from the sky, and the mercenary mage, who had pretended to be dead, fainted with blood on his face.

To be honest, I almost got killed.

Then the missionary gentleman stood up and shouted to Gawain, "Your lord! There's a mage here who is playing dead - scare me! ”

Amber saw the whole thing, and the half-elf lady exclaimed not far away, "Mom-you didn't kill him, did you?" ”

Wright looked calm: "Don't worry, it's not dead, the silence technique can't kill people." ”

"Tie these two living mouths," Gawain probably already had some immunity to these guys with abnormal painting styles, and at this time he just sighed and assigned the task normally, "Philip, you take half of the people to go around the forest and make sure there are no remaining enemies." Come, Wright, there are wounded here. ”