In front of the rain of arrows that covered the sky, the black cloak was like a strong barrier, firmly rooted in front of Sylvia, protecting her behind.

Who is he who stands, who is upright, who is steadfast?

It was Dark, who used his body as Sylvia's shield.

Sylvia shrunk into her arms, held him carefully, and asked:

"Do you hurt?" she hugged him carefully.

"I'm fine. "Most of the arrows can't break through my body's skin defenses at all, and the few that can break through only a little bit of it don't hurt, but it's a little itchy." It seems that there is a Wind Ranger among the other party, otherwise it would never be able to break my skin. When you fight for a while, be careful of the Ranger on the other side. ”

"Isn't it just a few Wind Chasing Rangers, don't forget, I'm a no-trace Ranger, those crooked melons and cracked dates, I can destroy them in minutes. ”

Sylvia rested her head against her dark chest and rubbed it.

Then there was silence.

On the other side of the convoy, the mercenaries were struggling to fend off a rain of arrows.

"Damn, where did those two little ones run away?" Mason is a real person, and when he used his big shield to fend off the rain of arrows, he didn't forget to ask him how he and Sylvia were doing when they had a good conversation.

It's a pity that everyone is resisting the rain of arrows, and no one responds for a while.

After a while, a sword warrior with a small round shield spotted the figures of Dark and Sylvia.

"There they are!" said the sword warrior, "and I can't stand it anymore! who can give me a bigger shield?"

The small round shield in his hand was already full of arrows.

"Here you go!" Mason tossed a one-handed shield over. The sword warrior threw away the small round shield in his hand, bent his hand and split a few arrows, and caught the one-handed shield with one hand, only to hear the three sounds of "bell bell", and three arrows were nailed to the one-handed shield.

The sword warrior was shocked into a cold sweat, and only a second was missing, and these three arrows were about to be nailed to his body.

"Be careful, bed crossbow!" shouted somebody.

"Tom!"

There was a dull sound in the air, and a giant crossbow arrow with the thickness of a baby's forearm shot out with gusts of wind and thunder, piercing two mercenaries at once!

Two streams of blood slashed across the blue sky, like a mischievous child scribbling two strokes on the azure curtain wall with a paintbrush and red paint.

"How could a dwarven bed crossbow end up in such a place?, who can tell me?!" Mason's eyes were red with anger, and the two mercenaries who died were his friends.

"Avoid! circumvent!" shouted again.

"Tom!"

Another thick, long crossbow bolt was ejected from the bed crossbow.

"Flash Split!"

"Flash Split!"

With two loud shouts, two figures jumped out of the mercenary, both of them holding two-handed swords, and the two two-handed swords slashed together on the giant crossbow arrow.

It's the combat power of the caravan that especially prevents emergencies - the two strong men with the identity and strength of the brass swordsman have struck!

The brass swordsman's strike made the bolt useless - it was shattered by two sword strikes.

Intermediate Sword Skill: Flash Split!

The power of jumping high is transformed into the power of the great sword, and in the process of falling, it relies on gravity to accelerate and increase its power again, and finally slashes with all its strength, and once it hits, it is full of power.

"Stand in place, take your shields!" shouted Mason.

The mercenaries rushed in front of the two brass swordsmen, forming a shield formation with their shields, fending off the flying arrows for the two brass swordsmen, who were exposed to a rain of arrows because they were fending off the giant crossbow arrows.

......The feathered arrows were not as fast as the mercenaries, and they all pierced into the shields, leaving the two brass swordsmen unscathed.

After the second giant crossbow bolt was split, there was no more sound of the bed crossbow, and the other party only had these two crossbow arrows, and now they were all shot out.

It didn't take long for the rain of arrows to stop.

The car's car was full of feathered arrows, which were as dense as a wheat field, and when they were blown away, the dense feathered arrows were like ripe wheat, swaying and threatening to fall at any time.

The car received such a grand baptism, the damage was more serious, but the elephant cow pulling the cart was not a big problem, first, the other party was afraid that after the robbery, there was no animal power to pull the cart and not be able to transport it, so he deliberately avoided the front of the car, and secondly, the low-level monster like the elephant cow had no other benefits, that is, the skin was rough and the meat was thick, and a few branches of the arrows only brought them a little injury, and even the blood did not flow much.

After the rain of arrows was over, Mason and the others did not let their guard down, because this time usually means that those bandits are about to launch a real attack.

Not feeling the arrow on his body, he sent Sylvia. His back was densely packed with arrows, which looked very terrifying, but he knew very well in his heart that most of those arrows were hanging from his cloak, and as he stood up, the arrows began to fall down one after another, and finally only a few were still persevering on it, and these arrows were the arrows that really pierced his skin.

"Sylvia, help me pull out the few remaining arrows, otherwise it won't be convenient when I fight for a while. Dark said to Sylvia. He didn't want to trouble Sylvia, but he tried to shake the arrows a few times himself, trying to shake the arrows down, but unfortunately he didn't succeed, and the arrows still stayed on top and refused to come down.

"Oh, oh. Sylvia nodded cutely, and as soon as she reached out, she began to pull out the feathered arrows that were tied to her dark back. Those arrows are not pierced deeply, and they can be pulled off with a single pull. A few drops of black blood belonging to the Shadow Demon dripped to the ground with a corrosive sound, and several small pits of green smoke appeared on the ground where the blood dripped on.

"Oh, dark, you're bleeding. Sylvia saw the blood on her back, and she was so frightened that tears were about to flow out.

"I'll help you heal it. Sylvia's hands folded together, ready to unleash her occult magic.

"Hey, hey, hey, we're in conflict, don't ......."

"Secret Healing!"

Before the words were finished, Sylvia's "Secret Healing" was ready, and the green glow unique to the secret magic had already floated onto the wound on the dark back.

"Whoop, whoa, whoa. ”

Life energy and dark energy are intertwined, and the two sides do not give in to each other, and the "sizzling" sound is the sound made by the two energies opposing each other and canceling each other.

It was bitter now, and the sour taste was known only to him—he now felt like someone had cut it and sewed it on, and then cut it, and sewed it again, and then cut it again......

Repeat the cycle, never stop......