"Eagle Soar!" the centurion led the charge and gave the order.

Hundreds of hunters on horseback followed closely behind, quickly scattering in three directions, and the left and right teams of fast horses whipped up and surrounded the two wings. In the middle, continue to follow the centurion, forming a formation of falcons spreading their wings.

There was a gap between the detachment on the left and the cavalry in the middle, and the carriage drove through it, and Erin let out a long breath: "Saved." ”

"Erin, you go back first!" Lorne suddenly jumped out of the carriage and rolled twice on the ground and got up, covered in mud.

Erin was about to stop him, but suddenly remembered that Lorne was already a good hunter enough to deal with those spiders, so she gritted her teeth, sped up, and rushed towards the town.

The spiders killed Jack and cut off Samur's right arm, and Lorne was so angry and angry that he swore to chop them to the point of pate!

The centurion noticed that Lorne had joined the battle, and his fighting spirit intensified, and he shouted, "Attack!"

The hunter's mood was high, and the melee hunters on either side rode on horseback and wielded long knives and axes to slash and slash. They were brute force hunters, heavily armoured and armed to the teeth, but they didn't feel heavy at all.

The front row of the middle team is mostly iron-skinned and wearing light armor. Iron skin strengthens the skin and forms an anti-toxic hard keratin on the surface of the skin, so it doesn't need much protection, and their job is to protect the ranged units in the back, carrying iron shields and sticks in front.

The hunters in the back row mostly use magic and firearms, and their abilities are somewhat similar to those of Samuel. They are responsible for long-range attacks, allowing melee hunters on both wings to charge into the spiders first, scatter them, and then quickly break them down.

Soon, the spider array was caught by the hunters, and sickle-shaped spider legs flew up on both wings, black blood splashed everywhere, the roar of firearms in the front continued, and the scorched breath diffused in the rain.

The spiders were disrupted and fought separately in groups of three or five, but the hunters' formation seemed to be loose, but in fact it was dynamic and compact, and the spiders on both sides pounced on the heavy hunters, making countless cuts in their iron armor, although they cut deeply, they did not pierce the armor.

The Heavy Hunter wields a knife and axe, splitting the spider's legs and slicing them into their various strange faces. The frontal assault was also fierce, alternating between firearms and blood magic in the back row, and soon the spider swarm was sharply reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lorne only felt his fighting spirit high, and he rolled over into the spider swarm, and a meat cleaver slashed wildly, and the adrenaline was rushing. Each knife was explosive, with endless anger, black blood and slime blooming all over the sky, mixed with the coldness of the rain.

The spider swarm screamed wildly, and although the number of them had plummeted, it had not stopped attacking. The hunters began to feel tired, and the overuse of their abilities for long hours of combat made everyone a little dazed.

The centurion jumped off his horse, clutched the light long knife with both hands, and his figure kept flashing, quickly shuttling between the spiders, cutting his legs, picking his face, and his movements were capable, without a trace of superfluity, which was the performance of a hundred battles.

But even the veteran, the centurion began to feel the struggle. Seeing that the companions were exhausted, the spider swarm attacked like crazy without reason, and the hunters' formation began to be scattered. Then another hunter was overturned and dismounted, and the spider pressed down on them, and the sharp scythe legs swung down heavily, and the screams came to an abrupt end.

The hunters began to be at a disadvantage, and the centurion's eyes widened as he watched his companions die of injuries one by one, and he shouted, "Stand back!"

The hunters were given the order and began to turn around on horseback and draw closer in the direction of the town. Lorne was sweating profusely and retreated with the group, and he was relieved a little and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The spiders attacked ferociously, but it was not at all like intelligence, but rather instinctual. But the huge spider that I had seen in the woods just now knew how to dodge, knew how to wait for an opportunity to strike, and with its scream, it attracted other spiders.

Lorne suddenly understood, but before he could finish his thoughts, a shrill scream came from the horizon of the wasteland! Eight small scythe spiders rushed towards them with severed feet, and they were extremely fast!

"Let's go!" Lorne broke out in a cold sweat. The centurion flipped on his horse and reached out to pull Lorne onto his horse. There were screams of different frequencies from behind the spiders, like a command, and the spider swarm suddenly divided into three ways to attack!

Seeing that nearly a third of the hunters were killed or wounded, but there were still nearly a hundred of the remaining spiders, they attacked the slower hunters, pounced on their horses, and stabbed the unprotected back shoulders, tail vertebrae and necks with their sickle legs, pulling the hunters off their horses.

More and more hunters are sacrificed, and most of the remaining are long-range hunters, although they are in the back row of the array, they are only protected by light armor, if the iron-skinned hunters covering the retreat are broken through, the rest of them can only be slaughtered!

The spider queen waved her few remaining legs, black blood pouring out, but let out a cry of joy that resembled joy. She gave the order again, and instead of bothering the hunters on either side, the spider swarm gathered together and attacked the ranged hunters.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the town, the centurion was anxious. Monsters can't be allowed to enter the town, and the battle must be settled outside the city defenses! But seeing that the number of hunters has plummeted and morale has been weakened, how can we reorganize the counterattack!

Unbeknownst to the centurion, this was the second time he had led the hunters in a major battle, and it was the first time that the rehearsed Eagle Flying Array had been put into actual combat. He felt hopeless.

Lorne felt nothing more than a nightmare in front of him, with the hunters being torn apart, the spider monsters closing in on the town, and the rest of the population terrified. His body began to tremble, he wanted to save these people, he wanted to protect the village, but he had no other way to deal with the spiders than the meat cleaver in his hand.

Fear and despair crept through my heart, and the low, vague call in my mind became clear. Lorne began to tremble violently, as fast as if he were having a seizure, and he lost his strength in his hands, rolled his eyes, and fell off his horse.

"Lorne!" exclaimed the centurion.

The hunters were still retreating, the spider swarms were approaching, and Lorne fell unconscious in the mud. The horse was frightened and galloped, and the centurion tried to turn his head to save him, but he couldn't slow down.

Amid the panicked cries of the people, Lorne suddenly slowly got up, his back to everyone. No one knows what happened, except for the spider swarm.

The spider swarm suddenly stopped, its weight falling on its front feet, and its hind feet soared into the air, but strangely did not fall. Time seemed to stand still, as if they had been frozen, frozen in the rain.

Lorne slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes almost splitting, and his eyes glowed with a terrifying green light. His mouth opened in a twisted shape, and an ancient, mysterious whisper emanated from his chest.

In the next second, the spiders on the wasteland exploded one after another, like exploding balloons, black pulp and debris everywhere. The eight small spiders behind the spider also exploded, and the spider fell heavily and hissed incessantly, as if they hadn't understood what was happening.

In an instant, the situation reversed, and nearly a hundred monsters were left only after the spider. Lorne stepped forward step by step, the green light in his eyes that frightened the spider queen. It struggled frantically to escape, but the broken leg made it powerless to resist.

Lorne raised his cleaver aloft and jumped to his feet, slashing from top to bottom. The spider split in two and fell to both sides, black blood spraying Lorne's body, but he didn't seem to care at all, reached forward and pulled out a pulsing black object.

Then he fell.