A sharp howl suddenly sounded all around, and the soldier at the head was startled and shouted at the back:

"Dismount, protect the magician!!"

Before the words fell, in the dust, a huge axe slashed head-on, the warrior habitually raised his shield to cover it, the axe smashed heavily on the shield, the shield was split, and the samurai behind him vomited blood wildly and flew out sideways.

Dense fireballs and rockets flew over, blocked by the shields of the warriors who quickly dismounted and formed a formation of shields, but the explosions caused by the fireballs and rockets made the dust even more dusty, and it was almost impossible to reach the fingers.

The mages who were surrounded in the middle looked at the low-level magic, smiled contemptuously, and then chanted a spell loudly, ready to summon a tornado to disperse the flying dust.

At this time, a sharp arrow roared with a sharp sound, easily penetrating a samurai's shield on the side, the armor, the flesh, the speed did not slow down in the slightest, and stabbed into the mage's chest fiercely, and the mage who concentrated on condensing the wind element did not have the slightest defense, and was instantly killed by this terrible arrow.

All the fighters were shocked, they didn't expect such a strong sniper in this valley at all, and a faint fighting aura had already flashed on several people's bodies, obviously they were already close to the seventh level of fighters.

At this time, those straight fireballs and rockets have stopped, the dust gradually sank, and the samurai at the front was about to give an order, but he was horrified to see a firebird flying over smartly, cleverly avoiding his shield, sticking to his armor, "Ah" scream, in Zrazla's voice, the samurai fell softly, and a faint smell of flesh came from the armor that wrapped his body.

The dust thinned out, and the two archers standing under the protection of the warriors had already seen the mage casting the spell in front of them, and they shot quickly with their bows and arrows.

Hearing a snort in front of him, the mage seemed to be injured, and he didn't even send out a counterattack spell, and stumbled into the bushes.

The warriors, who had been enraged by the ambush, immediately dispersed and ran quickly in that direction, they were not afraid of such a mage, a wounded mage who could not cast a spell was a cow or sheep slaughtered by the samurai.

The archers standing in the back row also put away their bows and arrows, drew their short swords and charged with the samurai, but they were already behind the group, and one of the archers suddenly felt the wind behind him, and then he was smashed away by the swept axe, and the dwarf girl was covered in dust, and without a pause, she rushed towards the remaining archer.

Archers who have no distance advantage when they put away their bows and arrows are also cattle and sheep to be slaughtered in front of the powerful dwarven warriors.

The samurai who heard the screams knew in their hearts that it was not good, but none of them dared to turn back, for sixty yards ahead there had already appeared an archer, a one-armed archer, with his quiver at his feet on the ground, and no arrows on his bow.

The distance is not far, at most one arrow can be fired, and under the dashing speed of the sixth-level warriors, they may not even be able to catch the arrows, and the samurai shouted wildly, raised their shields and began to charge.

The samurai's eyes lit up when he saw the arrows in his quiver suddenly disappear, and a sharp arrow like the laughter of death came from the air in front of him.

The terrifying bow and arrow ignored the defense of the armor and shield, and directly penetrated the samurai's body, and the first few samurai of about the sixth rank were even lifted up by the force of the bow and arrow.

The last survivor was frightened and turned to flee, but the fireball that landed at his feet shattered his wishes, and the last thing he saw was a large axe swung towards his neck.

The blind mage walked out of the woods and exhaled slowly, those dense magic attacks just now had consumed a lot of his spirit, he adjusted his breathing, and recovered his strength as quickly as possible,

"A successful ambush. ”

The blind mage listened to the sound of the dwarf girl cheering, and said with a smile on his face

There was not a hint of joy on Luka's face as the one-armed archer took out a bag of bows and arrows from behind the trunk

"These are just ordinary territorial warriors, some small miscellaneous fish, our goal has not yet come"

Lukka hesitated, but said to the mage Lins:

"Let's go, take Kadar away, you're going to die"

His words were interrupted by a smile on Lins

"When Alina and you rescued me from the claws of the demon bear, did you think that I would die? ”

Rins seemed to hear something, and the smile on his face didn't disappear, but he just clenched his staff

"I don't think we're going to be able to go"

The dwarven girl was cheering when she suddenly felt fear, the same feeling as when she encountered the dreadclaw in the dungeon as a child, like a nightmare from the deepest part of her heart.

Kadar turned slowly and saw a swordsman standing in front of her, although she could see the swordsman's face only by looking up, the dwarf girl seemed to feel an invisible pressure, and no matter what, she didn't dare to look up.

The swordsman ignored her and walked over, and Kadar heard him sneering,

"I thought the little mouse was going to come here, but I didn't expect it to be a few fleas"

Luca, the archer, looked at the swordsman who walked in step by step with an expressionless face, tightened the bracket in his hand a little, and whispered to the mage beside him:

"Give him a blow with your greatest strength, and listen to the sound of my arrows"

Lins nodded solemnly and groped to the side

The swordsman was not armoured, but only wore a snow-white hunting suit on his slender figure, with golden tassels on the cuffs and jewel-glowing buttons that added a lot of opulence to the garment.

The swordsman had beautiful blonde hair, accompanied by the pale complexion that only nobles had, and a handsome face, standing on the road full of corpses without any crampedness, as if attending a social event.

Although this swordsman was casual, he unconsciously exuded that kind of power, shocking everyone.

The one-armed archer's pupils constricted, and he almost bit it and said:

"Lekins, you bastard"

The fighting spirit on Luka's body shone brightly, as if there were flames around him, his fighting spirit had actually reached the twelfth level, he didn't move the quiver in front of him, his right hand quickly plucked the bowstring, and a terrifying scream suddenly sounded in the air.

Leggins listened to the piercing scream in the air, but it didn't affect it in the slightest, and the air arrows of the soldiers who had overturned the charge came in front of Leggins, as if knocking down a barrier, and ripples of white light appeared in the air. But the swordsman's hair was never blown by the strong wind of the air arrows.

There was a strange smile on his handsome face, like that of a cat that plays with mice, and he said in a voice that was so soft that it was strange:

"Something interesting, what else, please continue. ”

Leggins kept moving forward slowly, without pausing.