Chapter 127: The First Appearance of the Fangs

The hungry wolf finally opened its bloodthirsty mouth and bared its sharp fangs towards its prey.

"Not good. ”

Aaron's heart thumped, people were in a hurry, his pale face was sickly, as a shooter, he was calm and calm, but he was not known for his quick wit, there were so many crossbowmen who were good at shooting in the thief formation, which completely exceeded his own expectations, and the disadvantage of the insufficient defense line caused by the lack of numbers immediately became thinner and more obvious.

"Volley. ”

Parsons gave another order with a blank face.

The same rain of arrows is covered, the same sneak attack mixed with crossbow arrows underneath, the arc-shaped feather arrows and the crossbow arrows shot in a straight line, together form a fatal blow that the mercenaries can't guard against.

There is a way to take care of the head, but not the stomach.

This is the thought that instantly appeared in the mercenary's mind, even if he tried everything possible to reduce the size and desperately cover his whole body with a shield, it would be of no avail. Who would have thought that the thieves' crossbow arrows could find a gap between each other's people, and shoot at the knees, ankles and even the surface of the feet at a tricky angle, the distance is so close, the attack is so insidious, how can people dodge?

Looking at the nearly ten mercenaries and guards screaming and scolding in the embarrassed enemy group, Parsons's handsome face finally showed a smile, even if the mercenary shooters commanded by Aaron had completed the second round of shooting, killing and wounding seven or eight more thieves.

With a close one-to-one exchange ratio, this loss is not a problem at all for a well-staffed Codex Thieves group.

The feeling of the Black Lion Mercenary Group is different, after further raising vigilance and defense, although the second round of crossbow arrows did not directly kill so many mercenaries like the previous time, most of them only hit the parts that seem not so important, the problem is that close melee combat is imminent, whoever is hit by an arrow in the knee, to say the least, loses half of the combat power, and the original evenly matched battle will become an embarrassing situation of hard support, and the retreat will be several beats slower.

"Make up for it in the back row!"

Kevin exclaimed flatly.

There was a serious shortage of manpower, and this side could only put out a thin defensive line of ten people per platoon, a total of four rows, and the rest was placed around the carriage at the back, under the command of Aaron, and even the reserves could not be arranged at all.

The only thing that could be relied upon at the critical moment was the Normer trio, who volunteered to plug the leak.

After two consecutive rounds of sneak attacks by the crossbowmen of the thieves group, the mercenary group lost almost half of its manpower here, and the entire defensive formation became sparse and unshaped. Seeing that the sword and shield men in the front row of the thieves were only a stone's throw away, hand-to-hand combat began immediately, and the mercenary leader was forced to make adjustments.

The mercenaries who could still fight normally in the back rows immediately pushed to the front, filling the vacant positions in the first two rows, and just stood still, barely filling the gaps that appeared in the first two rows, and the sword and shield men of the thieves had already launched a fierce attack.

The original monotonous and fast-paced drum beat has also undergone a noticeable change, beating heavily and slowly.

At the same time, the sword and shield bearers of the thieves also shouted "huh", "ha", "huh", "ha" and "ha" to the beat of the drums.

They raised a high round shield in their left hand, the upper edge of the shield came to the bottom of their eyes, and together with the iron pieces on both sides of the helmet, they protected their cheeks, and resisted the sword and axe cut by the mercenary, while their right hand held the short sword, and stabbed directly at the weak side of the mercenary in front of them according to the command of the drumbeat.

As soon as the short sword was stabbed, regardless of whether the battle was achieved or not, it was quickly withdrawn, and the person returned to the defensive posture, and after accumulating strength, he stabbed the short sword again with a "ha" according to the beating of the drum.

There are no superfluous moves, the thieves sword and shield players who are lined up in a dense formation and slowly break through the formation, their movements are neat and uniform, they have a bit of an army's posture, and they are quite like the legendary puppet soldiers who have no ability to think independently, and only know how to make fixed offensive and defensive actions according to the established signals.

However, after the monotony to the point of looking funny, the high efficiency of killing appeared in front of everyone, and the mercenaries in the first row retreated one after another, accustomed to fighting separately, and the black lion mercenaries who used to fight in groups of several people were very uncomfortable, and several of them suffered big losses and were injured in the hands of the enemy.

"Free Fire!"

Aaron glanced at the battle situation, shook his head, and ordered helplessly.

As soon as the two sides fight in close quarters, they are too close to each other's bodies, and it is very unsuitable for him to continue to control the specific method and rhythm of shooting, and the shooters can only act at the opportunity and decide the target and speed of shooting for themselves, but they can also give full play to the advantages of their experience.

It's a pity that the situation on the mercenary side in front of him is quite bad, and he is silent and only cares about following the drumbeat, With a black face and burying his head in the sword, he stabbed the mercenaries one after another into the soft ribs such as the waist or chest Compared with the key thieves, the black lion mercenaries either shouted loudly, swung their arms and slashed at the enemy's head, or shouted angrily and slashed the axe at the opponent's front, just looking at the momentum and listening to the voice, it seems that the mercenary group side occupies the initiative on the battlefield, but carefully observing the details of the battle and listening to the voices from the mouths of both sides, it is the mercenaries who are muffled and constantly injured, staggering and retreating.

The battle line is quietly shifting.

Seeing that the situation on his side was getting more and more critical, Chenxi stopped doing it, and was about to rush up to participate in the melee battle, when the suddenly raised arm was lightly touched by something on his waist, and when he looked down, he couldn't help but turn his anger into joy, and complained to himself again and again: How did I forget that there is still this treasure?

The girl untied the ribbon and lifted the thing tied on it, it was a crystal clear small conch, beautiful to the point of almost bewitching, as the morning sun recited the incantation, the small conch became brilliant, doubly beautiful, a cold breath immediately emerged in the mouth of the snail, if you look closely, you can also see a faint blue vortex, in the mouth of the snail can't help but whirl.

"Go!"

Targeting the thief bow and crossbow array in the middle, Dawn completed the whole spell, and as soon as the words fell, the blue vortex shot out from the mouth of the conch, according to the position of the caster's spirit, and went straight to the thief crossbowmen who were burying their heads in the crossbows.

At the beginning of leaving the screw's mouth, it was just a small cloud of mist, slightly blue in color, very inconspicuous, and then the more it flew, it became bigger and bigger, and when it flew above the target's head, it had evolved into a cold whirlwind with a diameter of four to five meters, and it went straight to the top of the thief's crossbowman's head!

In the whistling wind and exclamations, five or six thief crossbowmen turned into ice sculptures, each ice sculpture remained the same as it had been a few seconds ago, some opened their mouths wide and were overwhelmed, some raised their legs to run but failed to do so, and some raised their crossbow machines in the direction of the whirlwind, as if they could shoot down the terrible magic in front of them with crossbow arrows.

There were also a few longbowmen who were also on the periphery of the bow array, and their bodies and limbs were all turned into crystal blue ice sculptures wherever they were affected by the whirlwind.

One of the longbowmen threw himself outward, and when he saw that he could dodge, a cold vortex came and enveloped his body, turning all but his head into translucent blue ice crystals.

Looking at the neck of the ice sculpture standing on one foot and leaning forward, there was a head that was still flesh and blood, but had lost signs of life, and the thieves near the left were all bluffed with bloodless faces and trembling feet.

The eyes of the companions who were killed by the spell were protruding like dead fishes, dazed and miserable, revealing an indescribable breath of death, but the last breath of heat left in the body had not been completely cut off, and it was slowly drifting out from the open mouth, the situation was so strange that it was outrageous, they looked at it, and suddenly felt that the whole person was not good, and the body was cold from the inside out.

This is the second-order "Ice Whirlwind", the lethality and coverage are very good ice spells, it is from the old butler not long ago to the morning light, and now for the first time, he gave the arrogant Codex thieves a blow to the head, pouring a large basin of ice water, the kind that is cold to the heart.

Chenxi slapped his palms and said with annoyance: "I remembered that I had such a big killing weapon in my hand, why did I let the group of bastards on the other side be so arrogant and hurt so many of our partners!"

Two teams of men and horses of this scale are facing each other head-to-head, especially in the valley, where the cross-sectional area is not large, and there is not much room to dodge, which is the best time for powerful spells like "Ice Whirlwind" to use their might, which can be called the first choice for legal murder, and it is not too easy to use.

Helplessly, everything has two sides, this magic weapon in Chenxi's hand, every time it is used, it must take a quarter of an hour to replenish the water element by itself, if there is no such constraint, the thieves group of hundreds of people is not enough for the girl to use the snail to kill.

"Better late than never. ”

The low, powerful hum of the bowstring sounded in my ears, and the voice of the young man unleashing his sister.

Just when the girl was sorry, Normer shot an arrow and learned the life of a thief sword and shield bearer.

The guy confirmed the truth of the gun hitting the first bird, and the mercenary in front of him staggered back with a shield smashed before, and was about to snatch the front sword and stab him in the chest with a cruel smile, but the quick-eyed young man shot an arrow in the head, hit the face, and immediately settled.

The successive efforts of Normer and Dawn have cleaned up nearly ten thieves in a very short period of time, which is not inefficient, but for the entire crumbling defense line, it is just a drop in the bucket, far from making up for the overall number and the disadvantage of being weak in a long battle, and it is only a matter of time before the thieves break through the mercenary defense head-on.

"Do you see clearly, bitch! The stupid black dogs you hired are falling and killing one after another, and we are about to wipe them out!"

Deliberately degrading the "black lion" to a "black dog", Medina grabbed the Marquise de Ryder's bun and used so much force that she almost tore her scalp out of blood.

The poor marquise sobbed, not daring to protest in the slightest, when she heard the leader of the thieves sneer, bent down to her and pointed to the two sides in the fight, and said, "Watch carefully, see how we kill all the mercenaries you hired with great money, and how we kill all the waste sons you have born." And then, it's your turn to be a bare-ass, bare-ass, and obediently go and be a sex slave!

The arrogant and cold words of the head of the thieves were in her ears, and the Marquise de Ryder, who was kneeling on the roof of the carriage, burst into tears and was so confused that she did not know which god to pray to, that he would help her, save herself, get out of the shameful and helpless situation before her, and avoid the miserable life in the future.

Obviously, the orders given to the two thieves groups by the mastermind behind the scenes are highly consistent, at least in terms of how to deal with the Marquise de Ryder, they have deliberately told the leader of the thieves alone.