The moment the scimitar pierced into the human body, first it was an obstruction, then a fluctuation, then an obstruction, and finally, the tip of the knife poked out of the other side of the enemy's body, and the red blood left along the metal edge.

Because it may affect the accuracy of the spell cast, the mage is not armored, and the metal pierces the cloth and bites into the flesh. At the same time, a strange smell mixed with mellow fragrance, stench, corpse ** and sweet flowers spread, this is the small pocket of the mage's body that hides the spell casting materials has been punctured. []

Muhati drew his scimitar and prepared to make up for it, this time aiming for his opponent's head. The mage let out a strange muffled grunt as the boy drew his scimitar, the effect of manipulating his limbs still undone, and his tongue still clutched in his left hand.

The boy didn't dare to leave a chance for the opponent to fight back, magic can always create a miracle where it is impossible, and as a mage, the other party must also be a tough guy with a firm mind, but a magic loss of control and a knife in the stomach can't result in him.

In order to prevent his opponent from fighting back before he died, Muhati always vigilantly watched the changes in his opponent's feelings, so when the mage made the final blow, he quickly pressed away.

There were no spells, no gestures, no signs other than fleeting violent emotions in the mind. The surging magical energy barely condensed, and immediately took shape.

Sensing the danger, Muhadi quickly dodged sideways, but as soon as he took a step, he felt his feet being caught. A pair of claws suddenly reached out from the ground, firmly clasping his ankles. At the same time, a gray-white orb shot at itself. During the flight, the gray background of the sphere also appeared from time to time with colorful colors, which looked like the color of oil stains on the ground after a rainy day on the earth.

Although the boy knew that if he was concentrated by the spell, there would be no good result, but his feet were caught by the claws of the arcane conjure, and he couldn't move at all, so he had to watch the colored ball hit his torso.

Muhadi threw his scimitar, and just as he was being spotted by the colored balls, his scimitar struck his enemy in the right shoulder. A feeling of muscle paralysis immediately spread from the part hit by the colored ball, and quickly spread to the limbs, and the boy knelt weakly, covering his chest, panting rapidly.

It wasn't just the limbs, the feeling of weakness even spread to the internal organs, and Muhadi felt his heart and lungs fail. No matter how dutifully the glands pump out the hormones, their breathing and heartbeat become slower and weaker.

With all his might, Muhadi could only support the ground with one hand, barely falling down completely. Opposite him, the mage fell to the ground after another blow to the shoulder. A large amount of blood poured out of his shoulders and lower abdomen, and he was not alive.

Like a miser, the boy counted every breath he took and every heartbeat. Hold on, he said to himself, the effect of the arcane can't last long, as long as you stick to it, the paralyzing effect will definitely fade.

While Muhadi was fighting the mages of the Crazy Horse tribe, the surrounding battle situation changed again. More than 200 people led by Fatumai were finally lured away from the main battlefield by the left army of the Crazy Horse tribe because they couldn't stand the provocation. The two sides fought fiercely away from the main battlefield, and the sand and dust from the horses obscured the view, so the samurai of both sides fired at each other with bows and arrows at close range. Almost every time an arrow is fired, an elf or human warrior lands on the ground.

In the fierce battle in the dust splashed by the horses, both sides lost their formation, lost their command, and some were just driven by beastly instincts to catch and fight one by one. "Kill the pointy-eared!" and "Kill the round-eared!" cries rang out from time to time from a cloud of hazy dust.

The Medici chieftain of the Crazy Horse tribe, seeing that the enemy's right flank had been lured away from the trading post, decisively threw his reserves into battle. The addition of this new batch of samurai immediately changed the balance of strength between the two sides. Originally, the elves led by Fahd had already gained the upper hand with skillful teamwork and better weaponry, but now they have returned to a crumbling state after encountering the reserves of the Crazy Horse tribe.

It's not just the left flank that's not doing well, even the walls of the trading post are dominated by the samurai of the Crazy Horse tribe. Due to the fact that they were too busy fighting the mage to pay attention to the situation of the battle, the samurai of the Crazy Horse tribe had already made two breakthroughs in the wall, and a steady stream of new troops were continuing to climb up along the rope tied to the wall.

Muhadi knelt on the ground and watched as more and more enemies appeared on the wall, and although his men tried their best to push the enemy back, the space on the wall still fell into the hands of the enemy inch after inch. With each passing moment, the mad battle horns of the Crazy Horse tribe grew louder and denser.

There was a sharp pain in the chest and abdomen, which was a good sign, indicating that the consciousness was recovering and was no longer in a state of complete paralysis. For the average person, the pain may be unbearable, but for the psychic man, it is just a negligible nerve signal.

The boy supported his knees with his hands, struggled to stand up, and just wanted to step forward to retrieve the scimitar from the mage's corpse, but who expected to take a step, but his legs suddenly became weak, and he almost fell.

The fact that his will could not command his body was an experience that made Muhathir feel extremely uncomfortable. While using his willpower to overcome the sudden feeling of nausea and dizziness, he used one hand to massage the muscles in his legs to stimulate his nerves.

Now is obviously not the time to rejoice that he has finally defeated a mage, after Muhadi regains his mobility, the first thing he does is to retrieve his saber and then cut off the mage's head, firstly to deter the enemy, and secondly, to prevent the opponent from feigning death. Sure enough, several Crazy Horse warriors who rushed up the wall saw Muhadi rushing towards him with a head in one hand and a scimitar in the other. Seeing that the head in his hand was the advisor mage of his own tribe, they all roared and rushed up. In the face of this kind of opponent who can be premonited by psionic energy, the young man is naturally very handy to deal with, and easily forces the opponent to the corner of the wall.

Seeing that Fahd's men and horses were fighting more and more under the wall, Muhadi knew that if he continued like this, his side would definitely lose. As planned, he signaled the former slave soldiers recruited from Tyre to abandon the wall and retreat to the houses inside the trading post to resist.

This order caused a chain reaction, and the soldiers brought out of Tyre, who were already the elite of the army, were now suddenly being redeployed. There were only a few miscellaneous soldiers forcibly recruited from the captives, how could they resist the fierce attack of the Crazy Horse tribe stronger than the wave? Therefore, almost as soon as Muhadi's Tyr soldiers retreated, the previous caravan was immediately shaken by the protection of the wall, and some of the cowardly began to kneel down and beg for mercy, and some directly turned their weapons and slashed their own people to make a stand.

However, this was not what Muhathir expected. When he chose the prisoners last night, he had chosen a group of people who were not strong-willed and were accustomed to seeing the wind and rudder. Now these people see that the elves of the Scorpion tribe are not fighting well, and they have once again defected to the enemy, which is understandable.

The mutation at the head of the wall did not deceive the eyes of the Crazy Horses. Noticing that the enemy in this ring was showing signs of collapse, the Medici chieftain immediately ordered the reserves to change the direction of the attack and try to take the stronghold of the trading post in one fell swoop. Although this move has eased the pressure on Fahd a lot, if the trading post changes hands, the people of the Crazy Horse tribe will be condescending at that time, and the elves will have to be defeated.

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