The black-robed mage slowly raised the flame charge, his gaze focused on Tarrant's body.

Tarrant believed that the half-elves could shoot down the fire charges, and he only had to concentrate on dealing with Rex, and the violent priest's flail would fall on him at any time, but he also considered another problem, once the golem lost its effect, the spirit-absorbing monster would give him a complete rest, just like he did with the orc golem in the teleportation array, that method might cause permanent damage to Rex's thinking ability, and he had to be careful to keep his balance so that the spirit-absorbing monster would believe that Rex was still useful.

The priest snorted, and after running quickly, he raised the flail and swung at Tarrant's chest armor, Tarrant dodged to the right, the easiest way to confuse the spirit sucking monster is to let the priest keep attacking, he kept the rhythm of movement and stared at the flail head, although the attack strength of the heavy attack weapon is very high, it has obvious shortcomings, it is not flexible enough, the user needs to maintain the balance between the body and the weight of the weapon, so the general direction of attack can be judged from the opponent's starting posture, at this moment Rex's left foot is slightly forward and leans back, or a frontal strong attack, Tarrant skillfully dodged the attack again, taking advantage of the gap between the flail head flying in front of his eyes to insert the katana into the waist buckle, and the empty-handed dodge is more flexibleand he thought of a better way.

A "hunting" explosion erupted in the distance, and the heat rushed in this direction, Tarrant still staring at the flail and dodging, and the half-elf would protect the left flank.

"Boom", the bombardment shell was shot.

The figure of the half-elf rushed forward to Tarrant's left, aiming for the halberd behind the priest.

The priest threw out three flail heads sideways to seal the way, and the half-elf stopped his steps and blocked with the short bow, and the tyrannical energy burst into flames on the short bow, and the half-elf jumped backwards in surprise.

"His weapon has a lot of energy attached to it, don't touch it!" Tarrant reminded.

Rex blocked the two of them at the same time, his wrists spun back and forth, and the head of the flail formed a buzzing circle of attack, and the attack was tantamount to a sword mirror, a sword mirror with added magical energy.

"He should have been dealt with a long time ago!" the half-elf said as he looked at his wrist in the center of the flail, and felt for two arrows in his left hand.

"No, I can handle it!" Tarrant scolded, he only needed one chance to disarm Rex.

"Whew!" the flame bombardment bombardment blasted towards the three of them with a frenzied air.

The half-elf hurriedly turned, bowed, hung the string, and aimed.

The priest picked up the shackles and attacked the back of the half-elf, a planned tacit understanding.

The opportunity that Tarrant was waiting for came, and when Rex raised the chain flail, he used his left hand to frame the attack, and his right hand controlled Rex's right elbow, and he had successfully controlled Rex's right hand, and the bombardment exploded a few feet away from the half-elf, and the heat blew on Tarrant's face, "Take the halberd!" He grabbed Rex's wrist joint with his index finger and pressed hard.

The half-elf gathered his bow and ran past the priest, flipped towards the halberd on the ground.

Originally, it was all in Tarrant's plan, but the next step changed, the flail was not taken from Rex, he ignored the numbness of the puppet, Tarrant had an unexpected brief dullness, the priest punched him in the eye socket with his left fist, his right hand broke free from control, and the flail began to reverse with a wild roar.

Like a wild counterattack after the long-sleepy male lion was freed, the thick heavy weapon quickly turned out of the power circle, Tarrant raised his hands in embarrassment and tried his best to dodge, an arc of light slashed between the circle and the arm armor, accompanied by a flash of iron collision sound, Tarrant faintly felt the blow to the stone defender, he hurriedly avoided it, the head of the flail followed, and the silver light accurately smashed on Tarrant's left wrist.

There was a faint but clear twitch in the back of his head, it must be the effect of a will bombardment, the left wrist was in severe pain and could not be lifted, and the flail in front of him accelerated the pursuit, and suddenly, Tarrant had a strange thought, as if he was afraid of death, an inescapable despair, he lost his balance under his feet and staggered back a small step, the tyranny was already in front of him, and he could not escape the attack of the shackle.

The priest's body rushed forward, the flail deviated from the best line of attack, his back was attacked, it was Tennis! Tarrant seized the opportunity to take a step forward, facing Rex's wrist and bending it outward, the priest felt no pain, his eyes were pale and he grasped the weapon, his left fist landed Tarrant's face, followed by another punch, another punch, Tarrant grabbed his wrist and smashed it into his knee, and the two were entangled and hugged each other.

As a bombardment approached quickly, Tarrant and Rex were in a stalemate, and he almost ragged and shouted, "Tannis!"

The half-elf rushed out with a halberd, his figure obliquely blocking in front of the bombardment, and there were no arrows in his quiver on his back. With the shooter's unique anticipation ability, the tip of the halberd collided perfectly with the bombardment projectile, the red air wave tumbled from the contact point, and countless magic balls burst out from the power stone to shoot back at the caster, and the enhanced magic missile was strengthened.

The black-robed mage's controller obviously didn't expect this situation, he urgently chanted the blue energy ball under the control, and before the immune energy began to gather, several missiles had already passed through the bright force and hit the wrist, chest, and abdomen, the mage was injured and trembled violently, the immunity chant failed, and more missiles fell on him, like the texture of hail smashing on the beach, and the mage's whole body flew back lightly in the flow of energy.

"Halberd!" Tarrant yelled at the half-elf, holding the priest's hands, hoping to keep the mage.

The half-elf raised his halberd slightly, and his energy dissipated, and he was slightly surprised that the original block had turned into an invulnerable killing move.

The protection of the human wall was gone, and the psionic monster was exposed in front of the team, and instead of running away timidly, it raised its hands and prepared to launch another psychic blast, it had been gathering momentum for a long time, and it was very sure of this psychic attack!

Tarrant shoved the priest with both hands, and the two of them each stepped back to end the gruff, and it took time for the will to judge to adjust.

The half-elf crouched down and pulled out the short sword in the clasp and threw it, the metallic luster stretching from his fingertips to the wall behind the ghost's head.

The evil creature's right eye flowed with a thick liquid, and the newly raised hands were pulled down, and the tentacles hung limply on the chin.

I didn't expect the throwing skills of the half-elf to be so proficient, watching the black body fall to the ground, Tarrant breathed a sigh of relief, the priest in front of him stayed in place, the terrible flail stopped in the air, and the eyes of the idiot gradually brightened.

Tarrant's next first thought was Katrina, he ran towards the wall, she was still unconscious, Tarrant helped her up, there was no obvious head injury, there was no blood on the ground, her breathing was steady, it should be just because her body was weak and couldn't withstand the impact, Tarrant took out the water bag and introduced it along her lips, "Katrina", he leaned into the mage's ear and called softly.

The half-elf pulled out the arrow from the corpse, "Get out of here now." ”

"When they wake up", Kitty and Rex are still unable to move, and Tarrant will never leave any of them behind.

"You can't stay here", the half-elf put away about five or six complete arrows and walked towards the short sword of the corpse on the ground.

His emphasis on 'here' made Tarrant re-examine the room, with portraits of bombed-damaged spirit-absorbing monsters painted on the walls, four passages in four directions in front and back, a large space and tenacious puppets, an important hub.

The half-elf's movements suddenly stopped, and the pointed ears swayed, "It's late", and four long arrows were loaded on the bowstring.