Chapter 137: Overwhelming

According to Chenxi's opinion, no matter how neat the thief group looks on the surface, it is still a thief in its bones, with loose discipline, a rabble, a typical paper tiger, it will break as soon as it is poked, and it is impossible to barely maintain the formation when they encounter a strong blow that exceeds psychological expectations, and it is absolutely impossible to not move like a mountain.

In other words, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and taking care of each other in times of crisis, is the true face.

Therefore, the rescue plan formulated by the girl is actually not to plan at all, just rush and fight according to the enemy's weak points. As for how to rescue the hostages, it will be good to improvise according to the actual situation.

"Let me make the way for both. ”

After Plitander finished speaking, he swung his staff towards the dense crowd of thieves, and a yellow-brown pillar appeared in the figure, and then quickly aimed at the most dense area of thieves and fired out.

It is the first-order "stone artillery".

The wind was coming in a flash, and the whistling sound was quite alarming.

"Fuck me!"

"What's going on?"

In a series of exclamations, a thief archer standing in the back row suddenly flew into the air three or four meters high, and the situation was extremely strange.

At the front of his column was a sword and shield hand, who finally stabbed the mercenary in front of him, and was about to step on the enemy's chest with one foot, and chop off the mercenary's head with the next sword, but he didn't expect a thick and long earthen pillar to suddenly fly in front of him, and the sword and shield hand didn't even have time to dodge the idea to emerge, and the earthen pillar hit the chest heavily!

The sound of "rattle" sounded intensively, and in the blink of an eye, the thief who had broken an unknown number of ribs flew everywhere with a mouth full of blood foam, and his sturdy body, which was supported by the earthen pillar, slammed into the chest of another thief sword and shield hand behind him.

While the huge impact force also seriously injured the second thief, the strong inertia and impact force pushed him backwards and crashed into the thief pikemen in the third row.

In this way, one by one, the surging force was like a skewer, and it injured a full four thieves in a row, and when it came to the archers in the back row, the strong and powerful force was basically consumed, but under the terrifying weight and inertia, the residual strength still poured mercilessly on his body, and "bounced" his whole person into the air.

The poor thief archer was dancing and struggling, struggling and vomiting blood, and he could not withstand the terrible impact of the blow with only leather armor, and as soon as he fell to the ground, he was already spitting blood, and could not get up from the ground.

Look at the thieves who suffered before the archers, whether it was the sword and shield bearer in charge of the trap, or the pikemen who assisted in the response, no matter how big and sturdy they were, as long as they were hit by their unsightly earthen pillars or accidentally brought them, most of them were broken tendons and broken bones and bleeding, lying down all the way along the raging route of the earthen pillars, surrounded by broken shields, bent short swords, broken spear shafts and the like, scattered all kinds of fragments and blood stains along the way, miserable.

What the hell is it, so cruel? If you are next to it, you will die, and if you rub it, you will die!

After a burst of chickens and dogs jumped, the group of thieves near the left all turned pale, and they looked at the chicken-feather-like scene and felt sorry in their hearts.

"My feet, get it for me, quick, ......"

A thief archer roared heartbreakingly, his luck was not too bad, he was not directly hit by the earthen pillar, he was considered to have picked up a small life, but he was sadly smashed on the surface of his feet by the column body that exhausted his momentum, and hundreds of pounds of things weighed on the sole of his foot so unreasonably, and rolled left and right a few times before he completely stopped, and the pain was so painful that he burst into tears, and shouted for help.

When a group of archers around saw it, they hurriedly bent down with a black line, trying to lift the earthen pillar, but the thing in front of them was a relatively regular cylinder, not to mention the handle, not even a slightly protruding point, which was quite difficult to exert force, and they were unable to rescue the unlucky companion for a while.

Ravaging the thieves' army array, far more than the "stone artillery" one, since the thick and long earthen pillar appeared, then the small and insufficient brightness of the first-order "fireball technique" will not be absent, as a standard match that is quite popular with the Plitander mage, as the "first-order stream" propaganda representative of all kinds of beginner-level offensive spells, naturally have to appear one by one, otherwise how can they be worthy of the "guests" of the brigade who came from afar and had sincere feelings.

The idiom of wolf rushing has become the best illustration of the chaotic scene of thieves in this valley.

Just as Normer raised his spear and rushed out first, Dawn followed closely behind with two swords in his hand, and the two swept forward one after the other, and before they reached the line of fire, Plitander's spell to open the way for the two had already created enough momentum for this straight-line attack.

The yellow-brown earthen pillar had just exhausted its momentum, smashing a full-length depression in the ground, and also rolling up a considerable amount of dust, it seemed that the danger had passed, and the "fireball technique" that was not so powerful had quietly descended, helping the thieves open the gates of hell.

"What was it just now? It's so fast!"

"It seems to be a pillar of earth. ”

"Nonsense! It's definitely not made of dirt, where did the soil pillar come from has such great lethality!"

"It's a fart, it stinks! It's not made of dirt, it's not made of stone? What kind of stone have you ever seen with a rough yellow-brown surface and a natural smell of earth? Is it your shit?"

"I'm a grass and mud horse! You're a dog, not only with a pair of golden dog eyes, but also with a dog nose! Normal people, who patronizes sniffing with their noses?

The smoke and chaos caused by the "stone artillery" have not stopped, and the thieves group is in a commotion, except for those who are still fighting with the mercenaries in the front row, the rest of the people are in a state of panic, and they begin to express their opinions one after another, and no one is willing to show weakness first, gradually, the smell of gunpowder begins to become stronger, and classic lines such as the Three Character Sutra appear one after another, and they almost start directly.

The structural flaws of the grass platform team were exposed, and the group of thieves showed with practical actions for the first time that it was completely understandable for Dawn to look down on them.

While arguing, one of the thieves screamed "it hurts" and threw down his companion in front of him, and when the two fell to the ground together, the other thieves discovered that at some point, a fireball had hit the unlucky man who was screaming.

The fireball is not big, the brightness is not enough, and the power is extremely limited, and it can be extinguished by a few more rolls on the ground, I really don't know what that guy is doing so loudly, it's not a shame.

The thieves were angry and funny, laughing and scolding, and helped the two of them fight the flames on their bodies, but the strange thing is that no matter how hard the thieves worked and how to extinguish the fire according to their previous experience, not only did they fail to extinguish the small flames that seemed to be easy to solve, but the flames that glowed with a dark glow were suddenly brightened and spread with a sudden "coax", and the fire became much more violent.

The group of thieves, who were slightly surprised, still failed to detect the abnormality and murderous intent in it, and after a little hesitation, the flames splashed all around them along the objects and movements they were beating, and naturally there were many subtle flames splashed on their trouser legs and sleeves. Even if some people avoided it in time, they were not directly touched by the flying flames, but they were also affected by the first two who rolled to their feet, and they were grabbed by the result, which was naturally difficult to deal with.

As a result, the situation of only two people being hit, screaming and rolling around, turned into a vicious circle of more than a dozen people on fire, screaming miserably, and blindly rushing towards their companions around them, hoping to get help, and then causing more people to suffer.

Among the thieves, there has always been no shortage of clever people, and they have already discovered that the first two people who were hit by the fireball have been burned into two lumps of black charcoal at this moment, motionless, obviously dead.

The scare that this brought to the thieves was no small fright.

In just a dozen breaths, the tight and thick thief army formation has become a pot of porridge, and the front part composed of ten rows of thieves of different arms is almost busy dodging the flames, to be precise, dodging their own people who are on fire, and only a few people can still maintain their composure, shouting and commanding their companions, trying to maintain order.

These people are undoubtedly the backbone of the squad leader, the small leader, in such a chaotic situation, they can still hold their weapons and stick to their posts, calmly analyze the problem, and try to end this chaos, reflecting a good psychological quality and a strong sense of responsibility.

Therefore, they became the third group of targets of fatal blows, and in the chaotic situation, they stood out from the crowd, which was too easy to identify, and too convenient to target, and they were "cared for" individually.

Plitander's staff flickered several blue lights one after another, and the ice arrows flew down on the stalwarts of the thieves, and after only a few flashes of blue light, several ice sculptures braving the cold appeared in front of the thieves' eyes, so frightened that they almost peed their pants on the spot.

It was under such circumstances that Normer and Dawn entered the ranks of the thieves. I saw that the two of them were rushing left and right, as if they were in a no-man's land.

If you want to describe it objectively and accurately, in fact, the two young men are in a place where there is no enemy to intercept and block, as if they are in a no-man's land.

The entire front of the thieves has become an occasion for skewering around trying to evade the killing moves, God knows where those weird, different types of spells come from, by whom the master released, in a word, if you run into it, it is a death, who still has the heart to find trouble with Normer and Dawn?

What to do?

Chenxi, who was about to kill a happy one, was very helpless, turned his head to look at Normer, and the young man, who was also so energetic that he had nowhere to go, simply shook his head to the front and said, "Let's go, go directly to the back!"

"Good!"

The girl readily agreed.

So the two of them went straight to the back of the Codex Thieves to kill them.

In the smoke and dust, two teenagers, a man and a woman, maintained their formation, and so openly rushed to the rear formation composed of more than ten rows of thieves, which could not be said to be arrogant to the extreme.

Medina, who condescendingly witnessed everything with her own eyes, saw it, her nose was crooked, she really wanted them to shake the military formation, let people know, and in the future, the entire thief group would not have to be mixed, and it would be disbanded directly on the spot for a while.

"What are the archers doing in a daze? Shoot me! No more sectional shots, salvo!"

A frustrated scream gave the order to shoot arrows, and the group of well-trained archers under Medina's command hurriedly opened their bows and released their arrows, and for a time dozens of feathered arrows were mixed with more than a dozen crossbow arrows, and the projectile combined with direct fire, and the swarm shot towards Normer and Dawn.

The number of targets is too small, and the arrows that were originally used to deal with a large number of enemies are concentrated in two people to cover the shooting, and the target will be transformed into a porcupine covered with hard thorns.

Even if you see the full-body battle armor shining with the fighting spirit on the target's body, it is obviously a strong person who has stepped into the ranks of mid-level fighters, and it is difficult to please in the face of so many warrior-level thieves in the formation at the same time, and it is difficult to please him, and a large number of blue, red, and white arrows blessed by light are extremely sharp and full of momentum, which strongly proves the existence of offensive fighting spirit.

Therefore, including Medina, who was standing on the roof of the car and looking down on the two of them, the group of thieves were full of confidence, waiting for the predetermined result, imagining how tragic and stupid it was for Normer and Dawn to be covered in blood and unable to make it to the front of the battle, and finally shed blood and died of hatred.

However, today is destined to be a day of surprise for the thieves, and this is true for the attackers led by Moraby, and the Codex thieves led by Medina are no exception, as long as they are doing the work of thieves, they will not be able to escape this premise.

Normer and Chenxi, who entered the range of the fire, did not panic and desperately increase the output of fighting energy to strengthen the defense as the group of thieves imagined, let alone try to turn around and flee, in the rain of arrows, the two of them let out a long roar at the same time, instantly speeding up the speed of the sprint!

The young man's howl was loud and pure, majestic, full of deterrence, and impassioned like a tiger's roar;

The girl's whistling voice was clear and long, endless, and penetrating amazingly, as clear and bright as a dragon's groan;

The wind was accompanied by the roar of the tiger, the thunderclouds roared from the dragon, and the two impacting bodies dragged a long afterimage, and under the noses of a dumbfounded thief, they rushed into the sword and shield hand in front of them faster than an arrow!

The rain of arrows whistling from the sky, spinning at high speed, carrying different colors of fighting spirit, more gorgeous than the festival flowers, they drew arcs and straight lines, and fell on the ground behind the two, stirring up bursts of smoke and dust, and the road was glowing.

For a while, it became a gorgeous background for the fearless charge of the two.