Atramicia was just a slave, and unlike Norman and the other halfway monks, she was born a slave by blood. For such a slave, you naturally can't expect her to learn any fighting skills, and it is her job to herd cattle and sheep, which can also be seen from her current movements.

Although a stick knocked the turtle man's wooden stick away, and although Atramicia wielded the white stick and guarded Norman very tightly, and no one could get close to them, it was clear from Norman's eyes that Atramixia would not fight.

Her shots are undisciplined, she fights indiscriminately, and she is completely fighting by instinct, but she has a lot of strength and speed, so she can protect Norman and prevent others from hurting Norman. This is similar to those attacking orcs, because those orc barbarians don't look like they can fight, but they rely on the advantage of strength to fight with these professionally trained warriors, and they still have a faint upper hand.

But when did Atramicia have such strength and speed?

Norman looked at it twice, and then a question arose in his mind.

He remembered very well that Atsumithea, a descendant of the demon race, was no different from ordinary people except for being taller, and this sudden strange power and speed were really a little inexplicable. But for Norman now, none of this matters, all he wants to do now is calm the tide of the war.

Norman shouted twice as he had said before, but no one paid attention to him, and it was clear that words alone could not calm down the people on the scene.

Norman also knew that this would be the case—even if the Son was here, he probably couldn't just say a few words to stop these people, let alone a slave like him, who was so soft-spoken?

Words don't work, then you can only use force.

Although Norman's body is now sealed and his mental power has become a strange state, his magic is still there.

He began to chant in his mouth.

Compared to those advanced spells, this spell was not very long, and it was quickly recited with Norman's knack for quick spells.

The two orcs not far in front of Norman were wielding the wooden sticks in their hands so vigorously that the surrounding warriors couldn't get close at all. But suddenly, the movements of the two orcs slowed down, their expressions complicated, and they struggled and entangled in dazed and panicked.

Where would the two warriors around him let go of such a good opportunity, and directly went up and slashed several swords in a row, and cut the two orcs to blood in two blows.

The spell worked well, but Norman didn't have any joy in his eyes, but frowned, and a touch of shock flashed through his eyes.

It wasn't a spell he cast.

Originally, he wanted to cast a level 5 spell to dispel the weapon and temporarily stabilize the chaos on the scene, but to Norman's surprise, he recited the mantra smoothly, but the majestic sea of magic in his meditation space did not emit magic power as it normally did.

The sea of magic is calm and waveless, and his spell mantra lacks the support of magic power, so naturally it will not have any effect, and the spell casting fails. And the reason why those two orcs suddenly lost their minds was because another spell was applied to them.

It was the spiritual spell cast by the mysterious mage behind them, and in connection with the mage's long-standing casting habits, Norman could almost guess the name of the spell.

Level 2 spell, Words of Confusion.

Of course, it's not the point what kind of spell it is, the point is, why Norman failed to cast the spell.

Norman tried again, this time choosing a lower-level 3 spell to experiment with, and it also ended in failure. However, this time, under Norman's careful observation, he finally knew why he failed to cast the spell.

The reason should lie in his mental strength.

In the past, when he cast spells, his spiritual power pulled the magic power to cooperate with the mantra, so that he could cast the spell smoothly, but when he cast the spell this time, his spiritual power that had turned into an oval shape was like a dead thing, motionless. Without the traction of spiritual power, the magic power will naturally not move, which should be the reason why he failed to cast spells.

The traditional sorcery community has always believed that the completion of a complete spell is accomplished by a combination of god beliefs, magic, and spells, and Norman broke this law, knowing that the dragons did not obey this law either. In the eyes of Norman and the Dragons, a complete spell could be accomplished by a combination of magic and spells, but now it seems that there is still a mistake in his perception.

Sorcery does seem to be made up of three elements, but those three elements should be psychics, magic, and spells, not gods, beliefs, magic, and spells......

Norman was thinking about it here, and the battle was not going to stop because of his thoughts, it was still raging.

In terms of overall strength, those attacking aliens have the upper hand.

Whether it is those orcs or barbarians, all of them are physically strong, although their weapons are not weapons, and they fight completely by instinct without any rules, but as the saying goes, one strength breaks ten, so even if they are fewer in number than Norman and their side, they are still pressing these warriors to fight, and the human warriors are falling one after another.

From a one-on-one point of view, only three knights on Norman's side were the opponents of these alien races. Among them, the two knights except for Don En were about the same strength as the other party's random one, and Tang En was better than the average of those alien races, but the barbarian with the dung fork on the other side was also a good hand, entangled Tang En, so that Tang En could not separate his hands and take care of the situation in other places.

If the battle continues like this, there is no doubt that these aliens will win in the end, but the Normans have a mage on their side.

The mage's casting speed was certainly very different from Norman's, and the types of spells he mastered and the level of spells he cast were not comparable - he had cast the highest level of spells, which was level 2, which was obviously not of a high level - but strangely, he was constantly casting spells.

Norman, as an experienced archmage, soon discovered this when he came to his senses.

With his eyesight, judging from the spell level, spell accuracy, and spell control that the other party chooses to cast, this should indeed be a black-robed mage, but even if he is the highest-level three-star black-robed in the black robe, casting two or three second-level spells at most will consume the magic power, but Norman sees that now, excluding the spells he missed when he was out of his trance, he has already seen that this mage has cast at least eight or nine second-level spells!

Such a strange mage has a very great influence on the current battle situation.

With the support of the mage in the rear, the human side not only gradually recovered its disadvantage, but also slowly gained the upper hand, especially Donn, with the support of the mage in the rear, who had already killed the barbarian in front of him with a dung fork to the point of parrying.

In this case, as long as the mage in the rear gave two more precise spell support, Tang En would be able to slay the barbarian under the sword, and then free up his hands to take care of other places, further expanding the advantage. Looking at Donn's increasingly blazing eyes, it was obvious that he was thinking so in his heart.

But plans can't keep up with the changes.

The spell support of the mysterious mage in the rear had not yet arrived, and the backfield support of the alien side on the opposite side came.

"Whew!"

The familiar sound of breaking the air, which had been silent for a long time, sounded again, and louder than all the sounds of breaking the air that had been heard before.

A cold light flashed through the night, so fast that even the eyes could not catch it. The light curtain of the protective arrow that was originally shrouded in the outside of the camp disappeared at some point, it should be that the time limit for spell energy has expired, and the mage in the rear has insufficient combat experience, so he has not had time to make up for it.

With this loud sound of breaking the air, Tang En snorted, and then roared, the big sword in his hand danced wildly, the sound of hunting was loud, and faintly he could even see a faint light flickering on the sword body.

This is vindictiveness.

Fighting spirit is the watershed between the Silver Knight and the Gold Knight, and it is also the roadblock that keeps many knights out of high-level knights for the rest of their lives. And Donn, the silver knight, suddenly broke through to the level of the golden knight!

The dung fork in the hand of the barbarian in front of him who had been fighting with him for a long time could not be supported in the next round by Tang En's blessed sword, and was directly cut off, leaving only an arm-long pole in his hand.

The barbarian was not a dead head with a tendon, and when he saw the situation before him, he rolled away without saying a word, and rolled neatly on a lazy donkey, without the slightest hint of mastery—in fact, he had never been a master, and Norman even suspected that he was just a farmer.

After the barbarian rolled away, Donn, who suddenly broke through to the Golden Knight, did not stop, and ran towards a tiger-headed man close to him on his left like a wolf, and the sword in his hand fell with a simple slash, and the tiger-headed man raised the wooden stick in his hand to subconsciously block.

The wooden sticks in their hands are not simple wooden sticks, but wooden sticks made of the trunk of a tree called Sanqiumu deep in the dense forest here, which is very hard enough to resist ordinary swords, which is why they dare to rush over and fight with these sword-wielding warriors with wooden sticks.

The wooden stick made of three-ball wooden trunks in their hands resisted many swords in the battle, although the tiger-headed man saw Tang En's menacing, but he thought that the wooden stick in his hand could resist it, right? But what he didn't expect was that under the glowing sword light in Tang En's hand, he didn't even feel the feeling of heavy objects, and the wooden stick in his hand was cleanly cut in two.

The sword in Donn's hand fell without hindrance, slashing diagonally through the tigerhead's shoulder.

The rough skin and thick flesh of these orcs have been verified, and some of the human warriors present would not be able to cut their weapons into the flesh of the other party if they were smaller, but under the current Donn, these orcs are like paper paste.

Don's sword slashed from the tigerman's left shoulder, pierced through his right ribs, and slashed the tigerman's diagonally in half. Because the speed of swinging the sword was too fast, and the sword blessed with fighting spirit was too sharp, the upper body of the tiger-headed man who had been split off didn't even have time to slide down for a while, and it was still stable on his body. And the next moment, as a large amount of blood gushed out from the diagonal blood thread on the tiger-headed man's body, the upper half of the tiger-headed man's body fell to the ground.

When Norman saw the tragic condition of the tiger-headed man, he thought of Arica again, and his eyes were a little confused.

He was probably the most laid-back one in the audience, standing here doing nothing but feeling a thousand feelings and no one could hurt him, because Atrimithea had been guarding him, and he didn't know how many aliens had repelled who wanted to give this Norman a stick. And the human warriors, because the battle situation was so chaotic, there were also a few who accidentally stretched their swords at their companion, and they were also opened by Atramisia.

The white wooden stick in her hand is similar to the wooden stick made of the three-ball wooden trunk in the hands of those aliens, both of which are extremely hard, not afraid of the addition of swords, and even stronger - after those three-ball wooden sticks are cut by the sword, they will still leave some traces of the knife and axe, but the white wooden stick in Atrimixia's hand will not fall at all, and the surface is still smooth after a long time.

In stark contrast to Norman's leisurely demeanor, Don dragged his sword like a mad dog, slashing at the aliens, and within a few moments three or four of them had died at his hands.

There was another "boom" sound in the air, but the mysterious mage in the rear had realized that the protective arrow had failed under the reminder of the previous sound of breaking the air, and hurriedly cast another one, just in time for this sound of breaking the air, just in time to block the new arrow.

The power of this arrow was really not small, and the light of the protective arrow vibrated violently, but it still fell after all and failed to penetrate.

The rear support could not come in, and the front line was slaughtered by Don En like a god, and the situation ushered in a huge reversal, and those aliens did not dare to fight again.

The barbarian with the dung fork had just rolled to the outside of the camp, and shouted "Run!"

Those aliens had already been in a state of confusion under the indiscriminate bite of Don's mad dog, and they were in a state of retreat, and when they heard the boss shouting to run, they immediately turned around and ran wildly towards the way they came.

This time, it was the turn of the human side to fight back and catch up, and beat the water dogs, and Atrimisia saw this situation and confirmed that Norman should not be in danger, so she rushed up with it. And she chased very fiercely, and her steps were so fast that she rushed to the first one, and Tang En fell behind her.

Atramicia followed behind the aliens, jumping up and down, waving the white wooden stick in her hand and knocking at the aliens in front of her, like a whack-a-mole, knocking the aliens screaming in pain, as if she had beaten them in pain.

Norman was amazed.

Atrimithea had always been quiet, with an expressionless poker face as if the whole family had died, as if nothing could make her heart fluctuate, but she didn't expect that there would be such a violent side.

In the blink of an eye, the men were at the outer side of the camp, and the aliens jumped over as they came, and Atramicia jumped even harder, like a little rabbit, and continued to follow, so that the aliens in front of them continued to scream and scream, and could not get rid of it.

Tang En didn't chase anymore, and stopped behind the arming of the fortifications.

The warriors also stopped, and after glancing at the tall female slave jumping in front of them, they didn't look any more, but turned their eyes to Don En one after another, and their eyes flashed eagerly.

These warriors worship the strong the most, and Tang En can be said to have single-handedly turned the tide of the battle this time, and is undoubtedly a big hero in their minds.

Tang En ignored them, just stood behind the defense, looking at the dark jungle in front of him from a distance, without saying a word, like a sculpture.

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