A tall, tall, clawed druid suddenly stood up from the crowd of jackals, kobolds, and human bandits, and his tower-like figure rose from the flat ground like a majestic mountain, followed by a giant bear monster with heavy armor, this bear monster with terrifying teeth and claws, even stronger than the giant terrifying wolf, was simply the embodiment of ferocity and savagery.

The clawed druid stepped onto the saddle of the giant bear monster, and took off a giant axe that was not too much of a wheel for a large carriage and a heavy iron battle shield, and a flash of light flashed all over his body, and his knotted muscles suddenly swelled. Seeing the badge used by this forest powerhouse, the mercenaries felt that the hairs on their bodies were exploding.

Is there a princess or a prince of the Night Elf kingdom? Or is the High Priest of Berek here? The person who can have the goddess guardian knight is not an ordinary sacrifice! The formation of the mercenaries exploded in an instant, and the mercenaries who had just woken up from a dream still had one thought left, that is, to escape.

Before the mercenaries could escape, the Flying Leaf Knights had quickly separated into formation. The flank charge began, swords and spears were waving, huge hooves were trampling, and the bloody slaughter was repeated.

The only way for the mercenaries with daggers to resist was to use their necks to resist the cold long knives and horrible heavy hooves, which were not good enough to deal with huge mammoths, even if they shaved their toes.

The Makulas also came ashore, and they joined the siege of the stragglers, bare-handed. Bai Kuiyue pulled up his sword, and with the remaining knights composed of the terrifying wolves and the giant terrifying wolves, he stared coldly at the only "hoplites" who did not flee and had no armor.

Seeing the enemy soldiers and enemy mounts that were thicker than the armor they had thrown into the river and several times taller than their horses, the eyes of the hoplites were moist, and the knights on their horses trembled. At this time, the knights' war horses were already so frightened that they all crawled on the ground and did not dare to move.

The earl on the other side of the river was overjoyed when he saw that several remnants of the army had actually come ashore, and then saw that there were still cavalry. As long as you can catch those two beauties and sacrifice, even if all the army is lost, it is worth it here. As long as there are these two sacrificial beauties, His Royal Highness the Prince will definitely be ecstatic and favor his side, and when the time comes, he will have the entire principality, and he will still be worried about not having an army? However, this snickering was soon shattered by a series of blows.

"Magic! Use magic! The Count jumped off his horse, grabbed Master Kubul by the collar, pushed desperately, and shouted incoherently, "Use magic to stop them!" You have to attack first, hurry, hurry up and deal with them!"

"And you!" The Earl's other hand almost strangled the neck of the Great 61 Mage Dehaifak, and roared in a completely commanding tone, spitting at the Great 61 Mage on his head and face.

The two big 61 mages were frantically shoved by Count Bing Sing, and almost didn't push the old bones all over their bodies, so they quickly commanded the three magic apprentices to respond to Count Bing Sing's call, and held back their strength to launch magic ice balls on the opposite bank. It's just that the apprentices' magic is a bit lame, and they fall into the Feimao River far from reaching the range.

Like the sacrifices, not all magicians are ultra-long-range attackers, and in the face of the wide river, the big 61 mages are now only helpless, and as for the pitiful level of their magic apprentices, it is simply too exalting for them to use in this kind of tragic battle across the river, where every second counts.

"I don't need a magic apprentice! I want you two big 61 mages to help me teach these bastards a lesson! Cast a forbidden spell on me! Give me a blizzard! Give me a hetero-distal space transfer! Hurry!" Count Bing Sing grabbed the necks of the two Great 61 mages and threw them again.

The followers of the two Great 61 Mages had basically suffered casualties, and no one had delved into the extremely rude behavior of Count Bing Sing. The two big 61 mages were so confused that they rolled their eyes and looked at each other, each of them feeling sad and powerless in their hearts.

The Earl also knows the goods, and the reports are all famous top-level magic, but the magic power of the two big 61 mages has already been consumed in the magic attack just now, with their magic power, they can hit the opposite shore, but there is no power at such a distance.

At the beginning, the two big 61 mages frequently exerted their strength, and their magic power was running out, after all, no one expected that this battle would be fought so badly. Obviously, the troops and equipment are better than the opponent, but I don't know why, the more I fight, the more I eat, and the more I fight, the more chaotic it becomes.

Now that the future regent had spoken, the big 61 mage couldn't help but be embarrassed, and forced himself to chant through guò, reluctantly summoned a few blizzards, and threw them across the river.

Count Bingsing's hopeful expression was disappointed again, and the magical blizzard had not yet reached the other side. was suddenly shot out in mid-air by a hundred waves of water that were turned into stars, wind and snow.

"Water?" The eyes of the two big 61 mages hung for a long time, and their two mouths opened into open city gates, and they rolled their eyes at each other wildly. "It's Makula in the river! Damn it! There is also a makula in the river! Count Bing Sing shook his fist back and forth, and shouted in frustration.

"The enemy is slaughtering my men! Big 61 Mage! Use the Spatial Teleportation Array! My orcs and wolf knights will definitely be able to resist the knights of this world! You can send me 400 knights! Please, Great 61 Mage!" The head of the Mercenary Regiment of the Mighty Bear" Man Haman pulled the 61st Master of Dehai Fark with tears in his eyes, and the shiny snot kept dripping exaggeratedly, looking at this posture, the orc leader was really crazy.

"Space teleportation? Teleporting four hundred knights across the river? I just didn't spend any mana, so I can barely do it, not to mention that my mana has been almost consumed now, Captain Manhaman, do you think my spatial magic teleportation is cheap black bread can be wholesaled? "It's really a pot that can't be opened, and Master Dehai Fake's big 61 face was depressed by the head of Manhamam.

"Succession! Don't stop! Keep beating me hard!" Count Bing Sing yelled at the two Great 61 Mages.

"Count Bingsing, our magic is almost exhausted for the attack, and these enemies are too powerful. Our magic is not infinite after all. Master Kubul 61 lowered his eyelids and said with great difficulty.

"Nonsense!" Count Bing Sing almost went mad, and an obscure dark red appeared on his handsome face, almost sickly, and shouted, "I will not allow you to admit defeat like this! Give me a magic spell to get rid of the stinky shrimp in this damn river! Blasting these damn mammoths away with my magic!"

The two magicians smiled miserably, as magicians, they were actually restrained by the other party's terrain and warriors, how could they not feel ashamed, but they were forced by the form, so they had to admit it.

"It's not enough magic, is it, so is this okay?" Count Bing Song hesitated. Rubbing his hands, he took out a small bundle of crystal flasks tied with leather bands from his arms, each of which was full of red and his liquid was shaking.

The two Great 61 mages almost snatched the bundle of crystal flasks, and the Great 61 mages of Dehaifak uncorked one of the bottles with a trembling hand, and a strong wave of magic immediately overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, filling the space.

"It's a magic potion, it's a precious magic potion!" Master Kubul 61 trembled violently. A pair of bloodshot eyes were full of burning greed, and his eyes were like the hungriest grasshoppers, and the surprise and possessiveness that could not be concealed made him red.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't waste any more time! The Count was impatient, the other party was saluting the hoplites, and now the Count still had the slightest hope.

The origin of the "magic potion" is not simple, it is the most mysterious alchemy precision refining potion that can replenish mana. Only the occasional alchemist can obtain it at a high price, and ordinary people want to get magic potions, which is no less than a fool's dream.

In the end, it is the first merchant group of the Principality of Orc Power, and as soon as the count takes out his hand, it is a bundle of six bottles of magic potion, which shows that this earl is not a simple person.