After paying the price of more than 4,000 soldiers, the barbarians finally had the opportunity to engage in a white-knuckle battle with the Spartacians, because they were afraid of accidentally injuring the friendly Spartacus, and the artillery behind the Spartacus finally stopped roaring.

However, to the disappointment of the barbarians, when the musketeers lost their long-range strike ability due to overheating of the guns, the three thousand musketeers did not become slaughtered, and a bright three-edged bayonet was loaded under the muzzle, and in the loud shouts of the captains, the three thousand musketeers reformed into a phalanx of thirty hedgehogs, shouted neat trumpets, walked in a neat pace, and followed closely behind the Modao regiment to kill the barbarians.

"How can you say that there is no Ge, and you are the same spear as the son..."

The barbarians, who had been beaten by the musket team and couldn't raise their heads, had long been holding back the fire, and at this time, seeing the enemy lose ground and start hand-to-hand combat, they all pounced on them with red eyes like evil ghosts, and because of the blessing of various buff magic, the first collision between the two armies suddenly burst into brilliant blood flowers.

"Poof!"

A wolf knight looked incredulously at the three bayonets that pierced his chest, and as he felt the rapid passage of life, he spurted a mouthful of blood forward with all his strength, and then slashed the saber into the neck of the enemy in front of him.

A Spartacus soldier fell weakly, but immediately a soldier stepped out of the group to fill his gap, and then mechanically stabbed his bayonet into the lower abdomen of a big-eared monster on the left.

After entering the hand-to-hand combat battlefield, Spartacus's Mo Dao team was immediately divided into a three-person battle formation, one main attack, and the other two assisted in defending the flanks, in order to ensure the flexibility of the attack, the main attacker only wore light armor all over his body, not even shoulder armor and heart guards that would affect the chopping action, while the other two were equipped with light arm shields and appropriate protection, and they had to protect his back and flanks when their comrades in front of them swung the Mo Knife in their hands without hesitation.

And the battle method of the thirty hedgehog phalanx is even more strange, when they enter the battlefield and line up in their own gaps, they are completely immobile, but every time a barbarian figure appears around them, the centurion in the middle of the team will give a simple order.

"Turn right!"

Then, as they turned, the warriors on the periphery immediately swung their bayonets mechanically at the same time, even if they could prevent the sharp blade that was stabbing from the front, but at the same time, a few cold rays of light rushing out from the side could also make the enemies within the attack range of the hedgehog array be pierced into a blood honeycomb.

And no matter whether the stabbed enemy dies immediately or not, the soldiers in the hedgehog array will not chase and kill, and let them wail in pain at their feet, and naturally the swordsmen of the Mo Sword Team will see it and make up for it.

Like a cold-turned meat grinder, the warriors mechanically pushed out their bayonets again and again, whether they stabbed the enemy or not, there was no expression on their faces, and if a companion was wounded and died under the barbarian's counterattack, someone in the team would immediately come out to fill his vacancy, and then continue to mechanically turn and assassinate.

Under such a ruthless tactic, all the barbarians were extremely shocked to find that the white-knuckle combat they had always been proud of could not achieve an overwhelming advantage, although the proportion of casualties of the Spartacus was also rising in a straight line, but under closer inspection, it was actually their side that the casualties were a little more terrifying, this was still under the premise that most of them had magic buffs, and in terms of physique alone, the destructive power of the barbarians was definitely above that of humans and half-fishmen.

This discovery made Grantel extremely desperate, although the continuous influx of soldiers from the valley mouth still gave them a huge advantage in overall numbers, and the Spartacians could not be replenished by killing one less and one less, but it also took time to cross the two gourd mouths to reach the valley bottom battlefield, in fact, in terms of the current situation of the valley bottom battlefield, if they could not organize a more powerful offensive, in fact, they had no way to break through the Spartacus defense.

And what made him even more desperate was still to come, when the fierce battle between the two armies was in full swing, the Spartacus Priesthood, which had not moved, suddenly appeared in front of the artillery position, and with the sound of grand chantings, a sacred and vast breath that could not be described suddenly appeared in the valley.

"Pray. ”

The moment Ronis pronounced the name of the magic, a divine dazzling light that made the barbarians chill suddenly fell from the sky and shrouded the heads of all the Spartacians, as if the sky was opened, and in the light of that light, all the Spartacus warriors suddenly felt that their bodies were full of strength, not only the fatigue of the continuous bloody battles was swept away, but the power that continued to pour out of their bodies urged them to go to war, to kill, to destroy all the enemies in front of them.

And the most intuitive feeling of the barbarians is that these Spartacians, who have already brought them heavy casualties, have become more courageous, originally a cannibal mage can fight with a Mo sword swordsman, and when that divine light descends, the power of the opponent's weapon can even cut off the iron rod of the cyclops, not to mention those weak wolf riders and big-eared monsters.

The war that was not conducive to the barbarians became more critical, not to mention, when the divine light of prayer gradually dissipated, all kinds of magic chanting sounded from above the priesthood, not to mention the Holy Spirit blessing, healing, body protection stone skin, body protection shield, bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, attack acceleration, weakness, sluggishness Dafa, The cursed spell, one by one, buffs or cursed spell effects, constantly flew into the stalemate battlefield, making the Spartacians more courageous, and also allowing the barbarians to reap the first deep despair since the beginning of the war.

With neither the barbarians' battle mages nor the magic mages at the bottom, the Spartacus Priesthood's hand immediately caused the barbarians to suffer an unprecedented disaster.

Moreover, after the priesthood had just finished blessing or cursing the armies of both sides, a half-elemental man wrapped in flames that Glancel had never seen before with the lower half of his body burning violently also appeared at the rear of the Spartacus military formation, and behind him was a whole hundred battle mages dressed as magicians.

"This can't be! How can a damn human have so many spellcasters!

Grancell's hysterical roar, his bloodshot eyes and pale face already showed the fear in his heart.

However, Kasa ignored his thoughts, and under his leadership, the chanting of magic spells was once again high, but this time, all the spells were attack magic.

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