The two immortal magicians summoned a blizzard again in secret whispers and blasted towards the opposite shore.

However, the sacrificial demon pet is not a dry meal, and the dragon turtle giant beast is a melee magic beast, and it can't fight against the two big 61 mages. However, the thunder and lightning of the blue dragon in the sky and the storm dragon on the ground also made the two magicians realize a serious problem, that is, the speed at which the magic beasts unleashed magic was not comparable to that of the same level of magicians.

Although the magic used by the beasts was not high-level, they could be instantaneous, rather than the long spells and chanting that magicians had to summon.

The level of the two Great 61 mages had not yet reached the level of instant magic, so they could only continue to eat.

The thunder and lightning that soared violently smashed the blizzard magic of the two big 61 mages into pieces, and then the thunder and lightning breath of the green dragon also arrived, and in the face of the thunder and lightning breath, if it weren't for a row of mercenaries who volunteered to hold battle shields in front of them, the two big 61 mages might have to hang.

Under the helpless summoning of Count Bing Sing, the two arrogant great magicians fled as if they were on the river embankment, and after both sides could not help each other, this magic battle ended very tacitly.

Looking at the slaughter on the other side, Count Bing sang wanted to cry without tears at this time. When it set out from the Principality of Orc Power, it was a luxurious battle formation of a full three thousand mercenaries and a family merchant group slave hunter. As soon as they entered the Flying Leaf Territory, there were four hundred axes and hammers, one hundred archers, and half a wolf cavalry hundred, all of whom fell on the passage of the Loess Gobi Land.

Add to that an iron-fisted heavy cavalryman burned by a fire, a catapult and operator killed by that damned half-elf, and mage followers, and it's conservatively estimated that about six hundred fell before they could cross the river.

Not to mention the tragic situation in the Feimao River, because they didn't know the nature of the water, there were at least seven or eight hundred mercenaries who fell into the water and drowned, and three or four hundred people were killed when they went ashore, and they also killed more than two hundred light knights with people and horses, and more than three hundred mercenaries who finally climbed up to the north bank were killed with the assistance of the Wurm goddess guarding the sacrifice, the moon knight, a mixed team of snow monster knights and terrifying wolves, plus nearly a thousand jackals, kobolds, human robbers and some jungle goblin helpers who suddenly appeared.

Later, with great difficulty, a full 700 knights were teleported, and they were also killed one after another.

At present, there are less than 600 people left in the entire slave hunting group, and from more than 3,000 people at the time of departure, most of them have been lost in a blink of an eye.

"Fooled!" Count Bing Song gazed at the Flying Hair River reluctantly, and muttered the phrase.

On the other side, there are nearly a thousand strong bandit slave warriors of the three clans, dozens of jungle walker warriors, hundreds of Makula warriors, eight or nine puppet warriors, and two hundred vassal warriors, plus the two wurm guardian priests and the moon knight plus a super berserk half-elf warrior, this strength is enough to fight a head-on battle with the slave catcher.

However, in this evenly matched situation, the other party chose various insidious tactics such as showing weakness, illusion, and ambush, and annihilated more than half of their orc power at the cost of small casualties and a burned loess Gobi! Looking at the insurmountable natural danger of the Feimao River, Count Binsing couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

"Paladin!" Why didn't I bring high-level paladins and Shadowhunters this time! Why didn't I hire enough hoplites this time! There was a large number of hoplites. Why don't you let a few savage guys stop me on the death stairs so much, why don't you have a bridge? Count Bing Sing's red eyes roared at the Flying Hair, and he drew his sword and slashed at the air to show his anger.

"Lord Earl, shall we retreat back to the Principality of Orc Power first?" Master Dehaifak asked cautiously.

At this time, cheers erupted on the other side, and countless flying leaf warriors began to climb on the simple wooden boat, and the other party seemed to be preparing to launch a counterattack. The Earl looked at it for a long time, and when he saw that these oars were really rowed, he looked at his own strength.

Count Bing Sing quickly observed with a telescope, and the first batch of rowing on the other side was only one or two hundred warriors. The number of big wooden boats in the Flying Leaf Territory was not very large, so he could see clearly that the first batch of people to cross the river was only two or three hundred people at most. The Storm Dragon and the Dragon Turtle Behemoth can't cross the river for the time being due to their huge size, and the Snow Monster Mammoth knows how to water, but the two magicians are still there, and the magic belt is very abundant.

In addition, you can attack with the Snow Monster and the Mammoth Ancient's most feared Fire Oil Rocket. There were still six or seven hundred men in the headquarters, including a hundred light knights, who could charge with spears when they came ashore, and a hundred hoplites, and more than four hundred ordinary soldiers. This contrast of strength made Earl Bingsing's heart beat so fast.

Without the natural danger of the Feimao River, would they be about to counterattack with one or two hundred people? Are they so confident? Is it another conspiracy? The Count was again thinking about whether to fight again, and take advantage of the chaos to capture the people.

"Count Bingsing, what shall we do now? Either we will retreat first, and then gather more troops later. After all, they still have dragons in the sky! "The two magicians had obviously lost their confidence, but the Count knew that it would take a lot of time for him to gather a large number of troops, and that it would be too late. He is now like a gambler who loses, trying to press the last hole card and turn over.

"All ready!" Count Bing Sing gritted his teeth and shouted, "Array to meet the enemy!" "The cavalry formed a triangular attack formation ready for a assault. Four hundred warriors were arranged at the forefront with a line of skirmishers, and together with hundreds of hoplites behind them, they occupied the most open tidal flat on the north bank of the Feimao River, and in the middle of this compact phalanx were several heavily armored knights and Count Bing Sing plus dozens of skilled guards, and even a few attendant knights also issued weapons to follow left and right, and the merchant groups of the Principality of Power lined up and waited.

After a while, the simple wooden boat stopped about 300 meters from the shore, and even the snow monster mammoth that swam slowly stopped its progress, and it was now shallow water, and dozens of giant beasts were wading in the water, half of their bodies exposed to the cold and dry air.

But after waiting for a while, the snow monster mammoth rider and all the Flying Leaf warriors did not rush ashore. This was simply torturing the nerves of all the soldiers of the merchant group slave hunters, and the weapons in the hands of the mercenaries and slave hunters were tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and they were all swallowing and foaming with difficulty.

"What?" Count Bing Song looked nervously at the Night Elf warriors, unsure of what kind of medicine they were selling.

Suddenly, in the dense forest of bread trees behind everyone, hundreds of majestic tree demons rushed out, only to see that each of them was holding two silver spears that were spinning in windmills, and they lined up, and these flying leaf warriors quickly made the slave catchers of the Chamber of Commerce of many power principalities show familiar expressions.

These tree demons had a lot of conspicuous red dirt rubbed on their hair and clothes, and their expressions were cold and confident. The merchant army was completely attracted by the flying leaf army crossing the river, and they didn't know when this group came out.

"Don't mess around! Don't mess around! Whoever destroys the formation, I will cut him! The Count shouted so loudly that even he knew he could scream so loudly. There were faint traces of commotion in the crowd around them, but fortunately, most of the remaining warriors were the Earl's descendants, and the captain of one of them was pressing.

"They don't even have a hundred, you don't have to worry! Attention all infantry, keep your eyes straight ahead of you! Attention knights! Kill these Dryads! For every one killed, I'll give a bounty of 100 gold coins! Count Bing sang as slowly as he commanded in as soft a tone as he could.

The two big 61 mages nervously observed the movements of the wooden boats and snow monster knights in the river, and turned their heads from time to time to observe the sudden appearance of the tree vine warriors, although the two big 61 mages still smiled on the surface, but the sweat in the palms of the hands holding the staff had betrayed the tension in their hearts deeply.

The light knights were ready to shout at their horses and rush over, but a sudden blow left them in a state of discouragement. The Dryads respectfully moved out of the way, and a strong figure came into the eyes of the knights. What a terrible and familiar figure!