The clansmen in the column ignored the threat overhead under the pressure of the warriors' bullets, and concentrated on dealing with the charging vassal infantry. Under the orders of the one-eyed old Joe, the warriors drew their bows and mounted the light arrows they had just bought from the caravan and prepared to shoot, while the vassal infantry held the wooden shields in front of them and rushed forward howling.

A dozen spider-eater knights in the sky tried to lower their altitude to attack the spearmen in front, but they were forced back by a group of warriors led by Zasia with dense fire, the knights used short spears, and the warriors used bone arrows, and for a while, several blood flowers bloomed on both sides.

The light arrows of the archers fell on the vassal infantry, but they did not cause many casualties, and the one-eyed old Qiao shouted without changing his face: "Bow open, prepare - shoot!" Then another round of light arrows was fired. Several more fell to the ground.

"Ahh The knights who fell to the ground began to burn, and the eyes of the warriors were stunned.

The fighters, encouraged by the wails of the enemy, aimed at their targets and began to shoot. Zasya looked at the high morale of his side, and nodded secretly, although the two sides had casualties on each other, but his side had the advantage in numbers, and it was defending the homeland, there was no way out, so the morale was strong, and the Santarin Society had to weigh the pros and cons, and the losses would retreat when they reached a certain level, as for the revenge after that, that would be later.

While directing the warriors to confront the spider-eater knights, Zasya paid attention to the enemy situation in front of him, and saw that the enemy was still unwavering despite three rounds of light arrow throwing, his brows furrowed, and then his heart sank, and the elite infantry of the Santarin Society began to charge, and at the forefront of the charge were twelve warriors wearing full body armor, even their heads were covered, and they were holding long-handled axes, and the other forty people rushed over in a loose battle formation with long swords and steel shields, or heavy crossbow short swords.

"Change the heavy arrows - shoot!" The one-eyed old Joe ignored the elite of the Santarin Society who were charging behind, and gave the order to the archers to shoot at the vassal infantry, after a tooth-aching bowstring sound, dozens of heavy arrows flew towards the target quickly, and the angular arrows of the heavy arrows shot heavily on the large wooden shields of the vassal infantry, some of the wooden shields were immediately shot out of a few cracks, and some unlucky eggs were hit in the eyes by the open wooden thorns, and they were so stupid that they stopped charging, covering their eyes and wailing, some people were shot in the limbs, incapacitated, and let the blood flow. These guys were all named and shot by the archers.

The vassal infantry continued to charge with a sense of inertia and numbness, and in the expectation of the archers, the one-eyed old Qiao gave an order: "The archers retreat!" Another old soldier gave the order: "Spearmen, up, prepare - stab!" The charging vassal warriors were immediately stabbed seven or eight people, blood and internal organs began to burst out in front of the wooden fence, and the passionate emotions of the vassal warriors were stagnant, only to find that their team had suffered more than half of the casualties, looking at the dense spears in front of him, and the archers who were eager to try in the rear, I couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"Ahh

The vassal warriors' eyes were red, and they began to fight the spearmen without regard for their lives, most of whom were herdsmen, and under the desperate assault of the vassal warriors, they could only resist under the pressure of the bullets of the warrior overseers behind.

The one-eyed old Qiao was anxiously ordering his subordinates to shoot the elite of the Santarin Club with heavy arrows, the previous light arrow throwing was completely ineffective, the dozen or so heavy armored warriors in front of them simply ignored the light arrows, and the chain armor warriors in the back were very experienced in blocking the top of their heads with steel shields, and they could also ignore most of the light arrows, the one-eyed old Qiao had to order the heavy arrows to shoot flat in advance, the range of the opponent's heavy crossbowmen was farther than his own side, and a round had been shot just now, and the hit rate was not low when moving to shoot, and the morale of the archers was a little low.

The one-eyed old Joe shot an arrow through the eyes of a chainmail warrior who was accidentally exposed, and he was a little anxious as he watched the few battle results get closer and closer to the two sides. These elite fighters are highly experienced, and when they charge, they will protect their heads and chests with steel shields, and even if they are injured and fall to the ground, they will endure the pain to protect most of their bodies, which is very difficult.

And the key is those heavy armor warriors, the one-eyed old Qiao looked at the heavily armored warriors who were getting closer and closer, calmed down, aimed at the relatively thin armor of the opponent's eyes, and suddenly shot out an arrow: "It's done!" The next moment, the one-eyed old Qiao was stunned to see that the opponent's armor was broken, with a heavy arrow stuck in his eye socket, and continued to charge without slowing down.

The losses of the spider-eater knights have been getting bigger and bigger, just when Zacia thought that the victory had been locked here, a fireball flew towards the cluster of warriors, blowing up several warriors on the spot, the warriors more or less have the professional level of samurai, and their bodies are extremely strong, except for one warrior who was shot through the neck by the exploding scimitar, but no one died on the spot anymore, Zacia looked solemnly at the mage who was flying in the air on a spiny-tailed lion at some point-Santarin Huitian Mage.

Link followed the leader of his squad to support, and one last glance at Nyata, who was mixed in with the women's pile, exchanged a look of care. After the elite charge of the Santarin Society arrived, it was immediately divided into two parts, each with six heavily armored warriors as the core, one to support the vassal warriors who were about to be wiped out, and the other to attack the archers under the one-eyed old Joe.

Link looked at the heavy armor warrior in front of him with some horror, two archers fell to the ground, and one of Link's fellow teammates was split in half and fell to the ground, in fact, the warrior in front of him was not strong, the sense of battle was not strong, and the movements were stiff, but the equipment of the two sides was too different, the scimitar of the clansmen could not cut through the whole body armor, and the axe of the heavy armor warrior cut the leather armor like a piece of paper, and the joints and other armor gaps were attacked, and they stumbled and continued to fight silently.

On the other side, the enemy team was able to solve the puzzle with a numerical advantage, and the three clansmen cooperated to entangle a heavily armored warrior, and one warrior rolled and slashed at the enemy's leg, saying that the enemy was unsteady on his feet, and with a knife and a skull rolling out of the helmet.

"Undead!" Link was secretly shocked, holding a magic scroll in his hand, ready to activate at any moment, while secretly observing his surroundings.

The Santarin Society warriors are still gradually gaining the upper hand with the cooperation of the skeleton warriors, and after the heavenly Santarin Society Heavenly Mage appeared, he cast a spell from the thorn-tailed lion and jumped down, actually flying in the air, and then cast a spell in the air, directly hiding his body, flying in the air, and the stealth continued to bombard Zasya and others with fireball techniques, flying and advanced stealth techniques! The spiny-tailed lion on the side also flew in the air, covering his master, and from time to time shot out the spikes on his tail to attack Zaya and others.

The remnants of the spider-eater knight took out the very tightly wrapped potion belt on his body, removed the large amount of cotton that had been filled, took out the fire glue, and threw it at the dense spearmen, the flames rose and the spearmen were about to collapse.

Link licked his lips nervously, and was about to make a move, as if he heard a sigh, the old priest suddenly appeared, and shouted, and all the skeleton warriors who had killed all sides trembled violently, and most of them collapsed to the ground, and the remaining two were also beheaded by the clansmen because of the sudden pause, and the situation changed.

In the next moment, the two Chainmail Soldiers of the Santalin Society, who had just fought like ordinary soldiers, took out the emblem of Bane, the god of tyranny, and pointed at the old priest and began to cast spells.