As soon as the spear arrived, the telemagician hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, feeling a small cut in his robe behind him. Then there was a cry of pain behind him, and he didn't need to look back, just by the fluctuations of thoughts that he could feel, he knew that someone on his side was injured.

A few samurai who collected mount dung on the periphery were the most unlucky, and were cut down in the middle of the charge. The horses of the Crazy Horse tribe were affected by psionic powers, barking and kicking in fright, refusing to let people approach, and their owners could only grapple with the reins in an attempt to appease them. ．hahax．netbsp; Probably only about half of the people fought back in the first place, pulling out the weapons they could find around them and shouting to fend off the galloping horses. Some of them were dueling with others just now, and now they have to deal with new enemies. Less than a quarter figure out what they're fighting against, and only one sees the key to victory.

The shouts in the darkness were particularly loud, and it was impossible to figure out how many people were attacking for a while. At this time, Medici understood that the leading enemy must be dealt with immediately, otherwise even if he was lucky enough to win, he would suffer heavy losses and his position in the coalition army would fall further. Not to mention that she had already recognized it, and the enemy in the lead was the same psychic warlock she had encountered before.

"I swear I'm going to cut off your head this time, not pierce your heart, psionic boy. She didn't raise her voice, she knew she could hear it. "Let's see if you can play that transformation trick again this time?"

Just in time, Muhati whispered in his heart. Kick his mount hard with the spur in his heel, speeding up the charge even more.

The two hedged, and just as they were about to stagger past, Muhati suddenly showed his spiritual energy, and his eyes emitted a dazzling bright light. Medici is extremely experienced in combat, and now that her opponent suddenly released a bright light, she immediately closed her eyes and attacked only on residual impressions and the intuition of a warrior.

Her scimitar easily struck Muhadi's knife and slashed at his right chest. The moment the two horses staggered, she closed her eyes and reached for a dagger with her other hand, stabbing the psychic in the throat.

Even under the extremely unfavorable conditions of blindness, Medici's movements were not deformed at all. It's just that although she was not affected by the sudden bright light, her horse was not as experienced as her, and she was a step slower to be frightened by the bright light. As a result, a slash aimed at the psychic mancer's shoulder slashed down the chest, and a blow to the throat only cut through the psychic man's face.

Muhadi wore simple leather armor underneath his robe, which protected vital parts such as his chest. The stab in the chest made him feel like he had been punched, but thankfully it didn't pierce the armor. As for the small injury on the face, I don't care about it at all, it's just another thing to talk about in the future.

Seeing that these two blows were futile, she simply threw away the dagger and scimitar, took out a bow on her back, and turned around to shoot in a manner similar to that of the resting people on Earth. Keeping her distance and moving also helps her avoid psionic attacks like the one she had just done.

Muhadi reacted faster, knowing that no matter how talented he was, he would not be able to outperform such an experienced fighter in battle. The last time I fought at the trading post, I was almost bad, and this time I have to suppress the other party and leave no chance to fight back.

He focused, and a feeling of exhilaration. Under the influence of psionic energy, stone claws suddenly stretched out from the sand, and just as Medici was shooting arrows with a bow, he grabbed the hoof of the opponent's crotch mount.

The arrow was missed, but it struck Muhadi's horse in the butt, and the latter leaned to the side in pain, throwing the psychomancer off his back.

A warrior from the Crazy Horse tribe rushed up, as if trying to take the head. Muhati didn't give him that chance, and immediately rolled over and stood up, stabbed his opponent through the collarbone, and then twisted hard. It wasn't until he fell that the Psychic Warlock could see his face, a young man with a beard as long as a peach hair, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Fate seemed to favor Tyre, and the battles around them increasingly seemed to unfold in their favor. The Crazy Horse resistance was unorganized, and most of them didn't even have horses, and were slaughtered almost standing up. The gladiator soldiers pulled away and then made a second charge, scattering their prey even more. Some shouted in despair, and dying horses wailed. A man who somehow caught fire was scurrying around like crazy and then fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

Now is not the time to celebrate, behind Muhadi, Medici also stood up, looking at her appearance, this time without completely solving the psychic warlock, she will never stop.

The boy gallops away, avoiding places where there are many Crazy Horse samurai, using campfires, dead bodies, and obstacles on the ground to keep his opponents at arm's length. The latter moved and shot at the same time, but he didn't want to get too close, so it formed a balance. Several arrows almost hit Muhadi, but he was lucky enough to dodge them at the last minute, which made the sheikh's heart grow more and more angry.

Muhadi ran to a campfire, and suddenly seven or eight Crazy Horses flashed out in front of him, blocking his path. Medici caught up and laughed triumphantly, "Looks like you're cornered this time, psionic boy!"

"It's a pity," Mouhadi shrugged as he looked at the crowd of rivals. "You're wrong again. ”

He showed his psychic energy, and the people around him were cautious and vigilant in making a blocking posture when they saw this. Only Medici, knowing that most psionic powers cannot be blocked by physical means, does not retreat but advances, and wants to rush up and simply end this despicable enemy.

She suddenly noticed the swishing sound of a sharp object breaking through the air, and tried to dodge, but it was too late. A large swarm of crystal shards formed in the air at close range, concentrating on the target in the blink of an eye.

This is a method that Muhathir has long thought of, using the ability of the Spirit Crystal Servant to expand the range of spiritual energy, and exerting spiritual energy in unexpected directions, and the result is indeed to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. If it weren't for the fact that the opponent didn't bring a hydration bag when he got on his horse to fight, then a face-to-face battle would be over. But now he's lured his opponent here, and he's just as successful.

The seven or eight Crazy Horse warriors were furious when they saw that the enemy had suddenly summoned crystals and hit the chieftain, and they were about to rush forward. The Psychic Warlock fought and retreated, cleverly using the time jump to temporarily expel the most difficult one from the Time Stream, and then stabbed with his mind while beckoning to his opponent with a scimitar.

As a result of the continuous display of a large amount of psionic energy, Muhadi felt as if his brain was burning, and it became increasingly difficult to concentrate. He swung his knife and slashed the heel of another opponent in front of him, and now no one wanted to rush up to challenge, and the rest of the enemies were fleeing, and behind him, the ** remaining Tyr soldiers approached on horseback.

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