Roland's swordsmanship is a fitting representation of the meaning of the word.

In his eyes, every movement of the thieves seemed so rough and flawed.

The sword swept lightly, seeing the thieves' defenses as nothing, and stabbed them one by one on the knees, cheeks, shoulder blades, and chests of the black-clothed people.

However, wherever the steel sword in Roland's hand hit, there were blood holes left one after another, and the wounded thieves collapsed to the ground and groaned.

For Roland, the battle was too monotonous, and even the daily recess entertainment duels of the Paladin students were much more interesting than that.

But he still carried his sword meticulously, looking dignified, but in fact he easily dealt with the sword light and sword shadows that attacked from all directions.

If it weren't for the fear that he would expose his true strength and didn't dare to use the Divine Sword Form, this battle would have ended a long time ago.

The tearing sound of breaking wind suddenly came from my ears, it was the sound of sword qi.

The sword qi split apart during the flight, forming several translucent arcs with different trajectories, bending around the bodies of several black-clothed people, and slashing towards Freya's delicate body in an extremely insidious manner.

The one who can use his sword qi and make a move is a high-level knight.

Roland's face was slightly condensed, and he applied the multi-stage slashing technique to the sword qi, this skill was really rare even among high-level knights, and the person who shot it was already equivalent to the level of an elite student of the Paladin Academy.

However, Roland, who is standing behind Freya at the moment, is also an elite, and an elite of the elite.

Looking at the Palatine Academy, which is full of strong players, he belongs to the top category of people, both in the past and now.

Roland waved his hand, his fingers moving gently in mid-air, like a painter waving a brush.

The arc-shaped sword qi that shot at Freya suddenly disintegrated during the flight, and with a snort, the bursts of magic power shards sent several thieves who couldn't dodge out of the air.

The Dragon Vein Family warrior's sword-holding hand that was hiding behind the man in black froze in the air, wondering why the multi-stage sword qi he had carefully emitted had suddenly collapsed?

I didn't feel the magic fluctuation just now, so who was the one who attacked, and why was he able to dismantle his attack so easily?

Just as he was puzzled, he saw that the handsome young man standing beside Freya turned his head, glanced in the direction he was, and even raised his finger and nodded at himself.

Before he could react, a golden glow of magic flashed before his eyes, slitting his throat and blocking back the screams he didn't have time to make.

The samurai's body collapsed with a bang.

...

Near the caravan's largest carriage, more than twenty caravan guards and the remnants of the mercenaries gathered together, forming a circle with the carriage as the center, and defending around the largest carriage.

Previous battles had shown that a few dozen caravan guards and a few hundred mercenaries alone were powerless to stop the fearsome Snow Wolf Bandits.

After paying a heavy price, the adventurers, who were less than a third of their number, no longer dared to confront the thieves.

And at this moment, the only thing that made the thieves jealous was the old magician standing on the roof of the carriage.

The thieves from all directions had completely surrounded the entire chariot formation and were heading for the marching carriage in the center.

Brillouin stood on the top floor of the carriage, looking at the blackened enemy in front of him, his magic robe moving without wind.

The ice wind surged, and the thieves who dared to approach the carriage within a hundred meters were frozen into ice sculptures one after another, and the old man's powerful magic control was unobstructed.

The old man waved his hand, and sharp icicles staggered down, smashing the solidified ice sculptures and the thieves' bodies into slag of ice.

He hadn't used attack magic to stop the thieves before, as the thieves' attacks disrupted the formation of the Chamber of Commerce's convoys, and it was easy to injure his own personnel by injuring his own personnel when he cast his magic while there was no distinction between friend and foe.

But now it's different.

With no worries to spare, Brillouin showed off the art of spell-casting by a high-level frost mage.

A biting cold wind rose from the ground, enveloping in countless small ice edges, which were no less sharp than pieces of iron, and could easily cut through the black suits of the thieves.

【Icicle Technique】

The rain of ice edges that fell made the thieves embarrassed for a while, without the support of magic equipment and sword energy, physical body and experience alone were simply not enough for them to resist the power of high-level mages.

The ice picks falling from the sky, combined with the resistance of the guards and mercenaries around the carriage, made it impossible for the thieves to get close.

The crossbow bolts they fired would be fended off in mid-air by the icy wind that surrounded the old man.

They could only use time to drain the magic of the terrible magician with the help of repeated feints.

Ruby, who was watching the battle from afar, was not in a hurry, although the strength of that high-level mage was indeed amazing, but unfortunately there was only one.

With a huge numerical advantage, it was only a matter of time before the thieves won the battle.

As the minutes passed, although the old man's ice magic had powerfully destroyed the tentative offensives of the thieves, the entire battle situation was still not optimistic.

There are men in black everywhere, and the snow wolf thieves are not in a hurry to attack, but adopt encirclement tactics, using their numerical advantage to weaken the sharpness of their prey, waiting for the moment when the other party reveals their flaws, which is what they are best at doing.

There were too many thieves in front of them, and as they approached, the atmosphere around the carriage became more and more oppressive, and they also knew very well that it was almost unrealistic for Brillouin to break through the siege of the thieves alone.

The old man was also hesitating at this time, whether he should use the spell he was best at.

The thieves in front of them far exceed the concept of the thief profession in terms of equipment level and organization.

Brillouin is sure that behind this attack, there must be the shadow of the Dragon Lance Dynasty.

Unless he shows his real strength, the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce will be hit hard, and at least all the members of the Chamber of Commerce who follow him will inevitably die here.

If you use all your strength, you will inevitably attract the attention of the Dragon Lance Dynasty afterwards.

However, in the current crisis, Brillouin has no choice.

The old man smiled bitterly, and after making up his mind, his old face showed deep exhaustion.

His gaze swept down, and the only thing that reassured the old man was that his granddaughter was still safe and sound.

Freya helped the wounded Natasha to the stairs outside the carriage, followed by the handsome and silent young knight.

Natasha pursed her lips and pulled the piece of iron out of her leg little by little, an action that caused a wave of pain that made her face pale.

Freya took the gauze from the guards and bandaged her wounds.

"I'm sorry, miss, but we've been incompetent and have let you down. Natasha said with a wry smile, holding back the pain.

"It's not your fault, Sister Natasha. Freya's face was white, but she managed to keep smiling, "The enemy is too strong, in fact, if you hadn't delayed just now, the thieves would have rushed to Grandpa's carriage, and the two of us would probably be dead." ”

She turned her head again and thanked Roland sincerely, "Thank you for your help, Your Excellency Roland, if we can survive, I will pay you on behalf of the Chamber of Commerce." ”

Roland shook his head and signaled no.

Constantine did not know when he also came to the carriage.

"You've done a good job. Constantine walked up to Roland and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's just a small thing. Roland said calmly, the battle has been so far, the mercenaries of the Adventurers' Guild have suffered heavy casualties, but the thieves have only lost less than a hundred people, and more than half of them have died at Roland's hands.

"What do we do next?" Roland asked, glancing around, frowning.

Of course, he didn't worry about the life or death of himself and Constantine, even if the people of the Chamber of Commerce and the mercenary group were dead, the two winners of the Imperial Martial Arts Conference would be able to completely retreat.

He asked if Constantine would choose to leave at this time and abandon his journey with the Chamber of Commerce.

Constantine naturally knew what he meant, but the young man shook his head, "There's no need, let's wait." ”

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for those guys behind the scenes to show up. Constantine said, "Do you think that what appears before our eyes is just an ordinary group of thieves?"

Roland was not a slow-witted person, and immediately reacted, "The Dragon Lance Man wants to deal with the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce?

"In the face of great interests, there is no difference between a dragon and a wild dog that has seen fat. Constantine said lightly.