The battle began.

And what sounded the horn of this battle was a sudden flame.

【Fireball Technique】

The thieves took out the magic scroll that they had been preparing for a long time, although the power of a single fireball spell was far from enough to break through the [Ice Barrier], but the power of multiple fireballs was not the same when concentrated together, don't forget, magic attacks have a stacking effect.

A full twenty flaming orange-red balls of flame appeared in the air, forming a majestic wave of fire, and swooped down on the ice barrier with great momentum.

Although the [Fireball Technique] is the most rudimentary elemental magic, the price of a Fireball Scroll on the market is more than two hundred gold coins, and the thief group is equivalent to throwing out four thousand gold coins in one go.

Quantity is magical, whether it's gold or magic, and the effect of the fireball offensive is obvious.

Blazing flames scorched on the ice walls, white mist rose, and the elements of ice and fire clashed.

The pale blue ice wind was unable to suppress dozens of fireballs to burst through the face-like attack, and quickly thinned down.

"Kill me!" All the staff rushed straight up, leaving no one behind. ”

In the golden autumn forest, a knight with long silver hair raised his head, his sharp gaze through the grass and woods, and landed in the middle of the distant chariot formation, and an indifferent command came out of his mouth.

He is a member of the Vismal family warriors, one of Nero's most trusted subordinates, and the true commander of this interception.

A high-level thief standing next to him hesitated, "But, Lord Ruby, the magic power of that high-level mage of the Golden Clover seems to be still abundant, and now attacking now, the snow wolf's losses will be relatively heavy, should we wait a little longer and use the magic scroll to consume it?" Anyway, we still have a lot of scrolls." ”

The Ruby Warrior glanced back at the thief coldly, just one look made him shudder, as a senior member of the Snow Wolf Thieves Regiment,

This thief, who usually kills people and sells goods without blinking, feels extremely frightened in front of the samurai of the Dragon Vein family.

"This is my order, remember, Lord Nero has given me command, not you. Ruby said coldly, "Even if it's Captain Carlson, you can't question my decision at this time, or is it that the dignified snow wolf only has this guts?"

The thief gritted his teeth, but he could only give the order helplessly.

Watching the thieves slowly approach the convoy, Ruby showed a satisfied look, the Snow Wolf Thieves and the Golden Clover killed each other, a situation that both he and Nero were happy to see.

He just needs to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

For the Vismal family, the Snow Wolf Thieves have played a role in their rule over Azeroa and are a rare helper, but they must always be careful that this wolf is overfed and may bite its owner back.

After all, most of the members of the Snow Wolf Thieves were former Duchy of Azero, and the dynasty's Dragonvein family never trusted the natives of the occupied lands.

It is very good for Nero to be able to appropriately consume the strength of the snow wolf without hindering the overall situation.

As Nero's confidant, Ruby also knows this.

The thief may not have been unaware of Ruby's dark thoughts, but he had no choice but to ask his men to pass on Rupee's orders.

Within two hundred meters of the convoy, a thousand thieves attacked, brandishing their blades, slashing through the autumn wind, shouting, and rushing towards the caravan like a black tide.

Hundreds of adventurer's union mercenaries on the periphery met an enemy three times their size, and the two teams collided fiercely, slashing each other in a hand-to-hand battle, playing a crisp and chaotic battle repertoire.

Wild roars and sharp blades collided everywhere, and the sound of horses echoed in the autumn wind, making it particularly sad.

From time to time, a stream of sword qi swept by, bringing up a pool of blood and water, as well as broken limbs.

The Snow Wolf Thieves were clearly experienced in fighting more and less, and relying on their numerical superiority, they brutally crashed into the car formation, shredding the formation of the mercenary group, and separating the mercenaries from the caravan guards.

Outnumbered, Natasha, as the commander of the regiment, was seriously injured and unable to participate in the battle, and the uncommanded mercenary group fell into a huge predicament, being smashed into a plate of sand by the thieves in the frontal charge.

What's even more tragic is that, unlike in the past, this time the Snow Wolf Thieves did not target the cargo of the convoy at all.

When passing by the carriages carrying valuable goods, the thieves did not even look at them, but chose to brutally strangle the mercenaries guarding the carriages of the Chamber of Commerce, not giving them a chance to escape.

The people in black rushed up, and often a mercenary had to face several thieves of equal strength, and the results could be imagined.

The blade cut mercilessly through the mercenaries' leather armor, piercing their bodies and taking away the lives of them.

It was undoubtedly a nightmare day for Freya.

Screams and murderous cries rang out in her ears, and the girl and Natasha supported each other as they struggled through the battlefield, surrounded by intertwined swords and blinding blood.

Every second passed, a mercenary fell, accompanied by a burst of screams.

Freya, who had never seen such a fierce battle, had a pale face as paper, her hands and feet were trembling, and it was a small miracle that she had been able to carry Natasha all the way to this point.

Natasha was also colorless, there was not only pain in her eyes, but also extreme grief and indignation, and the people around her who were killed were her subordinates and companions, how could she not be heartbroken?

And the main reason why the two of them have been able to get to this point and not fall down halfway is because of Roland, who was behind them and broke off for the two of them.

Roland holds a common steel sword scavenged from a dead mercenary and fends off thieves from all directions, ensuring that no one can get close to Natasha and Freya.

Even on the chaotic battlefield, the paladin's gestures are still graceful and graceful, and every sword swing is methodical.

The power and speed of each of his swords were not amazing, and he even looked a little weak, but he could easily find the thieves' weak points and seal them with a single sword.

At first, the people in black thought that this was the son of a caravan magnate's family, but they didn't take him seriously.

It wasn't until the twenty-seventh man in black fell under Roland's sword that thieves began to realize that something was wrong.

Dozens of thieves outflanked Freya and laid siege to Roland.

The fierce sword wind roared, and dozens of long swords overlapped into snow-white light and shadow, beckoning towards Roland.

Roland unhurriedly carried his sword to resist, in fact, the word "resist" to describe his movements is too far-fetched, judging from the actual combat results alone, it looks like a sword master teaching a group of children who are just starting out.

With a fluttering swing of his sword, a thief would fall.

No matter how fierce the thief was, he could only see a sword light flash in front of his eyes, and then he lost all consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

The thieves who saw Roland's move were shocked like never before.

In their eyes, this overly handsome young man obviously didn't use any gorgeous sword moves, nor did he use earth-shattering terrifying sword qi, but he easily put them down one by one.

Roland used the basic techniques that every warrior was familiar with, and he didn't release an incomparable magical aura on his body, and he looked like a beginner knight.

It stands to reason that a battle-hardened member of the Rogue would lose to a junior knight.

However, the fact in front of them is that they can't stop any of Roland's swords at all.

Horizontal slashes, thrusts, upward picks, oblique slashes... Roland showed the most basic sword moves in a textbook, but in front of him, the thieves struck their swords awkwardly like the still stakes that knight squires used to practice their swordsmanship.