In the autumn forest ahead, hundreds of black shadows suddenly appeared out of thin air, and this group of uninvited guests in black clothes were wearing sharp blades.

Dozens of black-clothed men at the front of the convoy were armed with crossbows made of stainless steel, aiming at the center of the convoy.

The comers are not good.

The thieves, everyone subconsciously thought of this term.

The people of the north are brave and brave, and there has always been no shortage of gangs of thieves who take risks for the sake of profiteering, picking on the trucks of large chambers of commerce to attack, looting all the money and goods and then leaving.

What appeared before the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce was a well-armed and disciplined gang of thieves, perhaps the most terrifying of all.

It was a premeditated ambush, and the thieves had accurately judged the route of the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce, set up an ambush in advance, and chose an excellent time and place.

Taking advantage of the fact that the caravan was about to arrive at its destination and their minds were most relaxed, they decisively launched an attack and kicked off this feast of death.

Da-da-da-da!

The creepy sound of trigger pulls came and went, and the chilling glow of crossbow arrows whistled out.

The dense rain of arrows smashed several wagons used as shelter in front of the convoy, and at this time, both ordinary mercenaries and caravan guards in silver armor had to shrink their lines and quickly retreat to the rear.

No one dared to expose their flesh and blood to such a terrifying rain of arrows.

Despite this, quite a few mercenaries died in the process of retreating.

At a distance of only a few tens of meters, dozens of adventurers had fallen.

At the front of the convoy, Natasha stood in the middle of several broken wagons, surrounded by flying sawdust and dirt, and a tuft of long hair fluttering in the wind, but unable to hide the determination in her eyes.

Behind her, Freya was holding her head and trembling.

"Miss, run. Natasha swung her sword with all her might, blocking the arrows that were flying quickly, and shouted with her mouth open.

But Freya couldn't even move her legs, because of the sheer fear, her feet trembled, and it was difficult to even stand.

Seeing that she didn't move, Natasha had to grit her teeth and swing her sword again, and the long sword slashed at the flying crossbow arrows with sword energy.

While!

In the violent concussion, Natasha staggered backwards, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for air, her hands holding the sword trembling like chaff, blood slowly flowing from her wrists and calves.

Shattered pieces of steel stabbed into her legs, blisters of horrific blood from the wounds.

Seven crossbow arrows were fired in a row, and her physical strength and magic power were already on the verge of limit, and she could no longer send out a powerful sword aura that could slash the crossbow arrows.

And after being seriously wounded, she was completely unable to retreat backwards, and perhaps when the next wave of crossbow bolts came, she would fall like her own subordinates behind her.

Seeing Natasha's dejected appearance, Freya finally mustered up the courage to stand up and tried to help her up.

"Don't come here. Natasha exclaimed.

Freya was slightly startled, but it was too late.

A bolt poked its head out of the flying dust and turned into an arc of death that slammed into Freya's chest.

The scream that tore through the air and Natasha's screams of panic were heard, but Freya couldn't hear anything anymore, and the moment the arrow appeared in her pupils, the girl's blood froze completely, and she froze in place.

In the next second, Freya was about to die.

At the moment of crisis, a hand suddenly stretched out and softly stopped in front of the speeding arrow.

The white fingers were slightly closed, and he gently clamped the powerful stainless steel crossbow arrow, as if he had brought a piece of autumn leaf to his hand.

A powerful arrow that could pierce a man lost all its strength in front of that hand and could no longer move.

This is Roland's hand.

Roland glanced lightly at the crossbow arrow that fell in his hand, "Miss Freya, you can take Captain Natasha back first, just leave it to me here." ”

The frightened Freya did as she was told, helping the wounded Natasha out of the battlefield.

Roland took a deep breath and incorporated a wisp of northern cool autumn into his lungs, his consciousness was clear, and he could clearly feel the direction of every magic power in his body.

A ray of light came out of Roland's fingertips, quietly burning the crossbow arrow in his hand into ashes.

He could have stood by just now, but the Paladin's rules made it impossible for him to see death without help, so he chose to intervene with Constantine's acquiescence.

But the next problem is in front of the paladin: how to help the team out of the siege without revealing the real realm?

While Roland was pondering, a third wave of arrows struck.

As the sound of the bolts flying nearer, Roland knew he had to make a decision as soon as possible.

A good servant knight must not leave all problems to the master to solve.

Fortunately, however, Roland didn't have to worry for long, because at this moment, a strong wave of ice elemental came from behind.

Then on the plain, a cold and biting wind blew, turning into a wide barrier in front of the convoy.

The flying arrows struck the pale blue wall in turn, and the arrows quickly froze, and the first half was wrapped in ice.

The sudden increase in weight slowed the speed of the arrows, and they fell to the ground like birds with folded wings.

Brillouin had come to the top of the carriage at some point, his beard was white, and the old man in a snow-white robe opened his arms, like a sculpture made of snow, and between his lips he closed one by one, a huge amount of magic poured out.

"The never-ending wind, rising from the frozen ground, turned into a wall against everything. The old man chanted a mantra as the icy wind swept up, and his broad, snow-white robe danced with it.

The ice wind surged, and the blue light swam in the wind, forming a looming illusory wall, and the area was extremely huge, and it completely covered the entire caravan array.

Mid-tier Magic --- Ice Barrier

At least a high-level magician, feeling the majestic magic flowing in the ice wind, Constantine sitting in the last carriage was thoughtful.

A mage who can use a mid-level frost spell to this level is even enough to take a place in the Holy Empire Mage's Guild.

At this time, all the mercenaries and guards began to move closer to the carriage where the old man was, drew their weapons one after another, and stared at the autumn forest hundreds of meters away with a vigilant and somewhat palpitating gaze.

The enemy is ahead.

Realizing that the long-range crossbow bolts were no longer effective, the bandand of thieves in the Autumn Forest stepped out.

The black-clothed men were holding swords in their hands, and their movements were uniform, and their number numbered as many as more than a thousand, far exceeding the Golden Clover side.

After seeing the number of thieves in the group, the mercenaries of the adventurer's union all gasped, and the thousand-person scale of the thief group was simply unheard of.

Could it be that all the bands of thieves in the entire northern border are ambushed in this autumn forest, just to plunder their own goods?

The atmosphere in the convoy was heavy and oppressive.

On the roof of the carriage, Brilon stared at the black-pressed enemy in front of him, his face as calm as water, not panicked, a mature Azerotan who would never be afraid of any danger.

What should come is always coming.

The black-clad thieves didn't say any nonsense, they quickly spread out, tightly surrounding the convoy, and their movements were crisp and orderly.