"Useless!"

In the face of the attacking page hammer, the enemy who looked at death as if it were home, and the various weapons that blocked the dodge space, Luo Ming just coldly spat out two words.

If sacrifice is useful, what do you need strength for? If the martyrs are useful, what do you need to do with the Wailing Wall?

However, his voice was not just saying what was in his heart. He has gradually become proficient in psychological tactics, and in this kind of life-and-death battle, it is natural to provoke the enemy as much as possible or to undermine the enemy's confidence, and for this purpose even if it is nonsense, he can say it with his eyes open.

With this cold voice, the sword light flashed like lightning.

One of the mercenary's arms holding the page hammer was beautifully broken, and the fingers of the other hand also fell like sausages, Luo Ming took advantage of the situation, and with the help of force, he grabbed the page hammer that was still connected to half an arm in his hand, and the whole body rotated half a circle and smashed it towards the other mercenary.

The so-called page hammer, on the basis of ordinary war hammers, has several thick hammer blades like open pages, although it is not sharp, but it can break iron and bones under heavy force.

"Ahh

The page hammer shook open the long sword that the mercenary had used to block, and then smashed directly through the breastplate, and the broken armor piece was embedded in the mercenary's chest, and he immediately opened his mouth wide, and glared at him like a dead fish, and his roar stopped abruptly. I wanted to vomit something, but I just fell down in silence.

Like an uncertain prophet, Luo Ming swung his sword again and raised his shield.

The blade stabbed into the severed mercenary's throat, cutting out his screams, and an arrow struck and pierced the shield, sticking three inches from behind.

It wasn't like it was just hitting the shield, but the shield was coming up to meet the arrows.

This is simply foreknowledge...... It may be an exaggeration to say that it is a foresight, but in the eyes of the archer who shot this arrow, Luo Ming, who had already raised his shield and placed it in the correct direction to block at the moment when he released the bowstring, was already quite terrifying.

"This guy, it's hard to be ......"

"That's how hard it is. ”

Dressed in gray robes, Kuran suddenly emerged from the shadows, startling the archers.

As an archer, his hand-to-hand combat ability is not too strong, he is naturally very sensitive to the surrounding environment, and once someone approaches, he should not be unnoticed.

"You, who are you?!" he asked in a trembling tone.

"Like you, a mercenary who was hired by his employer. ”

Speaking nonsense with a calm look, Kuran didn't feel guilty at all. Even he had already passed the stage of silently reciting in his heart that "it is righteous to deceive others for the will of God", and he simply turned this kind of preaching into instinct and engraved it into his heart.

"Then you're not going to the front, hide here, and be careful that I sue you in front of my employer...... If you lose, you won't get paid!" After all, they are also mercenaries, and the sharpshooter said without much thought.

It is not your business to let others charge ahead, even if your life is in danger, this is just a very normal instinct for people to protect themselves. This is especially true for an archer who is only good at long-range attacks.

Kuran didn't bother with him, just looked at the city, his eyes were silent, and muttered, "Faced with this situation, how are you going to solve it?"

A figure in plate armor suddenly appeared at the head of the city, and the plate armor seemed to be coated with a layer of dark red fuel, but those who were familiar with it could tell by the smell, it was clearly the smell of blood.

Who is it? Luo Ming was slightly surprised, but he could tell from the other party's movements that this enemy's physical coordination ability was average.

Maybe it's the berserker type, but as long as he hasn't reached the level of a swordsman, Luo Ming is confident that he can kill him - even if it's a swordsman, a swordsman who loses his mind can be dragged down.

From under the iron mask of the helmet, several low roars sounded like human voices.

Then, like a steam engine from an old movie, a red mist erupted from the cracks of the plate armor and quickly spread over the castle.

Before that fog after all, Luo Ming instinctively sensed that something was wrong, he jumped out of the battle circle, took a few steps back, took a big breath, and-

"Hmph...... Ha !!"

When the red mist spread to Luo Ming, it was already at the end of the crossbow. He roared, slamming his palm into the air, and a low sound like rolling thunder rang out. The air wave rolled and blew the fog away, and it didn't spread any further.

Although it prevented the person on this side from inhaling the unknown substance, it was clear that the substance had already taken effect on the other side—rather, it was aimed at this point in the first place, and the fog was already thicker on that side.

(If it's not poison gas, it's not -)

The red mist gradually faded, and the eyes of the enemy soldiers who had been shrouded were abnormally pale red, and the exposed skin was also darkened, and they breathed heavily, making Luo Ming, who was familiar with the rhythm of breathing, feel uneasy.

"Bloodthirsty?" Granty's voice rang out at the right time—even before Aya.

As if dissatisfied with being preemptively uttered by others, Aya also quickly spoke: "Bloodthirsty magic, a typical war magic. ”

Luo Ming knew the concept of war magic—not necessarily the exaggerated ultimates of the Heavenly Fire City and the Earthquake Technique, in fact, most of the war magic was used to assist a large number of soldiers in combat.

"Depending on the caster's ability and the price paid, it can bless from three or five to a thousand, and the size of the potency will also be different, but in the final analysis, it will make the soldiers fall into a certain state of madness, mentally thirsty for the blood of the enemy, and physically temporarily increase a lot of energy at the cost of overdraft. Aya said lightly.

There is nothing new under the sun. In the two world wars, there may be hundreds of thousands to millions of front-line soldiers who ate drugs that were listed as drugs in later generations to paralyze fear, and in battles such as the Vietnam War and the Gulf War, there were almost few American soldiers who did not take drugs, even including pilots.

I heard that half of the so-called battlefield sequelae of the US military are actually side effects of drug abuse.

It is useful to throw away all conscience, discipline and so on, and treat soldiers as cold numbers and consumables. Especially in the era of cold weapons, it is not surprising that an army that is relatively unafraid of death can scare several times the number of enemies.

"Yes, although this spell is hated by the gods and alternative spells have been developed, it is still very popular in many wild regions and in the hands of evil forces. ”