There are more yew people rushing out of the fog than you think. At a cursory glance, at least a dozen enemies armed with wooden spears in one hand and inverted teardrop-shaped wooden striped shields in the other stepped into the range illuminated by the Breath of Dawn. And at the same time, the arrows from the fog did not stop. These yew people are a team, and they have a complete strategy and division of labor.

"Aren't these guys afraid of shooting their own people?" Lothar stared at the enemies that were getting closer and closer to him, and he had to defend himself against the cold arrows flying from behind the yew people. The Count's problem was not a mere complaint, and in such a siege, if the warrior was chosen to press the enemy's range of action, the archers should stop at the right time or choose a lower angle of fire. Because their shots are easier to hit friendly troops than the enemy in this situation. But the Yew people did not show such a meaning, their melee soldiers were approaching, and their bows and arrows continued unabated.

"Yew people's bows and arrows will have no effect on themselves. "Atta made a slight mistake in blocking the arrow for the patient lying on the ground, and she suffered a slight scratch on her left shoulder. Fortunately, the heavy clothing made the wound only a shallow red mark, but she still felt that her left shoulder hurt as if it had been burned by fire.

The female swordsman was right, after those yew people got closer, Lothar clearly saw that their backs or bodies were more or less plugged with the arrows of their companions, but they were also yew people, and the toxins on the arrows naturally could not be effective, and considering their dry skin like wood, the Earl estimated that these guys were probably quite hard themselves, and even had a very dull feeling for pain. To be honest, Lothar really doesn't like fighting this type of opponent because it makes him feel like he's chopping wood.

However, very few lumberjacks will come across the wood that actively attacks them, especially since these trees are armed and strategic. "Bell!" The golden battle axe made a dull sound on the wooden shield, and the owner of the battle axe subconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, and the other party's hand holding the shield did not tremble in the slightest. This meant that the Yew people only needed one hand to take his heavy blows, and their wooden shields were much stronger than they looked. "So I said, I hate these guys. ”

Complaining doesn't make the battle any easier, and the Earl, who first fights his enemies, quickly gets bogged down, his attacks always being blocked by the Yew Men, who are faster and deadlier than they seem. This meant that Lothar had to spend one physical effort to stay on the offensive, but two or more physical strengths to be vigilant and dodging the spears under the opponent's shields.

The Count of Montenegro, who is difficult to match in the entire blue lion, is so hard, and the rest of the situation can be imagined. Although Atta seems to be very familiar with the Yew people, but when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, she only has the ability to maneuver, Frakrag's magic is far less sharp than the pure sharpness of the Fool's justice against the plural Yew people, Lothar is fashionable and able to maintain the offensive in the face of his enemies, and when it comes to the female swordsman, she can only use her agility to move left and right among the enemy in exchange for respite.

Fortunately, the embarrassment of these two warriors was not without value, and the Yew people did not seem to have a habit of attacking weaker targets first, so most of the Yew people who entered the illuminated area were caught up in their energy. And they continued to walk towards the cheese less than five fingers. But it was these five-fingered yew people who put the mage in a situation that was even more helpless than Lothar's.

The spell was casting, and the aura in Cheese's eyes was uncertain, and as his gestures and spells continued to combine his inner power and external energy into spells to attack his opponents who were walking towards him. But the benefits of doing so are really minimal, and these yew people give the gray robe the feeling of being like a lump of iron, cold and hot are not close, and they are stubborn. The stalks of grass sticking out from under their feet didn't deviate from their center of gravity at all, and the gusts of wind with impact only made their bodies stiffen slightly for a moment. At the end of the day, there were only a few spells Cheese could use in the fog, his methods were limited, and there were no objects around him that could be leveraged.

"Goo!" the Yew Man shouted something that the mage couldn't understand, and he wondered if the mouth-like hole in the tissues of the head was a mouth, and whether the sound emitted from it was a shout based on the Yew Man's subjective will, or if it was just an echo of the wind blowing through the tree hole. Unknown, even the training of the Grey Tower has little to do with the elven part, and although the Yew people are the most common elves, most of their information is still blank and conjecture. Confusion, the confusion caused by the unknown makes Cheese feel unusually irritable.

Isn't that wrong? From the moment he left the lion, no, from the time he left his tower, the world had shown him a more remote aspect. Isn't he a gray robe? Isn't he one of the greatest spellcasters in the world? So why, why did he encounter so many unknowns? Why, when he encountered these unknowns, his interest that should have been ignited was not ignited, but the disgust and rejection of the unknown filled his heart? The fire of anxiety burned his internal organs, and the magic light in his eyes trembled.

"Humph!" Others have the impression that cheese is rarely hands-on. Of course, this is not to say that his skills are too poor, the blue lion who has lived in martial arts for a long time, plus he has undergone weapon training since he was a child, if he is really hand-to-hand, cheese can still easily defeat ordinary people, and even the so-called street masters in the town can't take a few moves in his hands. Lothar once practiced hand-to-hand combat with the mage, and as a result, the Count had to throw the cheese to the ground in three moves.

This seems to be because the difference in strength between the two is too big, but in fact it is just the opposite. With the Earl's ability, he is also able to play hundreds of moves at will with people who are much different from his own strength, but only Cheese, all his tactics and movements are based on familiarity with the human body and the destruction of the vulnerable parts of the human body. His movements are not fast enough, his shots are not strong enough, and his lower game is not solid enough. But none of this negates the lethality of his attack. Even Lothar had to admit that he had learned a lot in his hand-to-hand practice with cheese.

So, when the yew man closest to the mage raised his spear and prepared to attack the gray-robed caster, his elbow was first smashed with a lantern that was used as a flail. "You shouldn't be here!" a low roar came from the gray robes that had been furious with anxiety. He didn't choose to wait or cast a spell after unleashing a precise attack, but instead pulled a dagger from his belt with his left hand and pounced on it! The Yew Man was stunned by Cheese's reaction, but that didn't mean he would let the mage do it.

"Boom!" was the dull sound of the Cheese bumping into the opponent's shield and bouncing off. His dagger was inserted into the gap of the wooden bar and was not pulled out, and the whole person fell backwards five or six steps in a row because of the impact, and it was only with the use of the wooden staff that he could not reach the end. The Yew Man's own strength and skill are not at all comparable to ordinary humans, and the Cheese's fury is only exchanged for the stiffness of the left side of the body.

"Goo!" Good, now the mage can be sure that the sound is from the Yew people. The yew man who knocked him back struck the dagger-laden shield with his spear, lowering his body and making a threatening sound as he approached. Cheese did not flinch in the face of this situation, he lowered his head, exerted his right foot, and dragged his immobile half-sideways body towards the enemy again, and the lantern on the wooden staff was aimed at the opponent's head. Such an attack with obvious intent was of course ineffective, and the Yew Man fended off the mage's attack with a slight increase in his shield, and the chain attached to the lantern and the wooden staff hung from the protruding dagger. The goblin mercenary didn't see the smile under the mage's lowered face.

"Burn it up!" quickly withdrew the wooden staff, the iron blades of the chain and dagger rubbed and made a tooth-aching sound, and with the friction of gold and iron, the sparks scattered from the friction, quickly attached to the surface of the wooden shield as if it were spiritual, and ignited the wooden shield!

"Uhhhh Unfortunately, although his steps were large, but his pace was not fast, the mage who followed closely after him reached out and grabbed the grip of the dagger, regardless of being burned by the flames, and then the retreating force of the yew man pulled it out at once!

Without giving the enemy a chance to react, Cheese began to wave his new weapon quickly, and the yew man he whipped clearly did not understand what was happening at this time, but subconsciously used his shield to block the whipping of the tongue of fire. One, two, the strip of wood that made up the wooden shield made the sound of being roasted by fire, three, four, "Crunch, poof!" When the mage's fifth whip hit the center of the wooden shield, the hard fairy shield finally succumbed to the dual threat of fire and magic, and was torn apart with an unwilling crunch.

"Call me again now? ”