Lear and the others arrived in the middle of the moon, and when they returned to their souls at midnight, the forest village of Wemble, which they could see in the distance, was quiet, and everything seemed so peaceful except for a few unextinguished sparks on the roofs.

It's like everyone is asleep.

"Go check it out. ”

In the darkness, Lear whispered to Ivo that he was mentally prepared for what was happening in front of him, the enemy had arrived here nearly half a day earlier than them, and if he couldn't even attack an undefended village, then he really had to doubt the opponent's combat ability.

Ivo heard that he led a few wood elves into the woods, the night was the best veil, hiding the enemy and hiding himself at the same time, except for the 'rustle' sound of Jenny's nails cutting through her palms and blood falling on the grass, the battle was silently approaching.

Ivo returned a few minutes later.

"It can be determined that they are still inside, there are simple traps outside the town, and there are sentinels at the doorway and watchtower, but it is not difficult to solve. ”

He replied in a deep voice.

Lear looked at Jenny, meaning that you are in charge of your territory.

"You command, I'm not good at fighting. ”

Apparently Jenny was self-aware, and the anger that filled her heart did not annihilate her sanity.

"I can't command your men, so take your men to guard the gap outside the town, and if there are any enemies who escape, you can take care of them yourself, and I'll take care of the inside. ”

Lear waved his hand behind him, and the orcs quickly disappeared into the woods.

As Lear approached the village gate, the warrior on the watchtower suddenly clutched his neck and fell from the platform—a feathered arrow pierced his throat, and the loud sound of his body hitting the ground alarmed several rangers patrolling the doorway, but before they could make any warning sounds, a dozen short axes made their heads bloom.

Lear stood in front of the corpses of several young rangers on horseback, a blazing fire rising in the palm of his hand with the sound of a spell.

When you get closer, you can smell the faint smell of blood floating in the air, and Lear doesn't need to deliberately look for a target, now only a few tall wooden houses in the village are still intact, and there are faint laughter and crying from the wooden houses.

"Burst fireballs. ”

A huge fireball over a meter in diameter broke away from Lear's hands like a blazing sun rising in the night sky, and quickly flew towards the largest wooden house in the village.

After a fireball exploded, the splashing flames instantly ignited the other wooden houses, and the wind at night and the dry wooden structure was extremely flammable, so that after a few seconds, the quiet village turned into a sea of fierce fire again.

"Enemy attack!" "Enemy attack!"

"What the hell, what about the sentinels! What do they eat!"

The moment the fireball exploded, the village resounded with the angry shouts of the rangers, but anger turned to anger, Lear did not hear fear and panic in those voices, and the expected strings of rats and scattered rushing out of the sea of fire did not appear.

Not a single one.

It seems that the rangers have not encountered similar dangerous situations, so they know exactly what to do.

Then he felt the fluctuations of elemental magic transmitted from the village, and it seemed that the magician on the other side was already trying to control the fire.

So, how about adding another fire.

The corners of Lear's mouth lifted slightly, and another larger fireball began to appear in the palm of his hand, and then slammed into the raging sea of fire.

"Hell, burst the fireball! There's a third-level magician on the other side!

Brown's roar sounded behind the flames, and he swung the big sword in his hand a few times forward, and the sword body wrapped in green fighting qi actually soared by several inches, and the strong wind opened a narrow passage in the sea of fire, and then he rushed out first.

Level 3 Swordsman!

Lear narrowed his eyes slightly.

The reason why he didn't say any more was because he knew that it was time for another group of people to perform.

The flame passage opened by Brown was strengthened with the help of the mages, and an escape path about one meter wide and ten meters long appeared in the raging sea of fire, and after rushing out of the sea of fire, Brown held a big sword to guard this side of the passage, he knew that the enemy could not be so merciful to let them rush out of the sea of fire to complete the assembly again.

Then he saw hundreds of daggles gleaming in the moonlight flying towards them, and more and more orcs appearing in the moonlight—at least a hundred.

Hell, how could there be so many, isn't there only goblins and cave people in the forest, and when did it become a paradise for orcs?

But first, he had to deal with the axes that were about to be thrown in his face.

"The warrior rushes forward to defend! The knight leads the horse and the mage blesses the attack and accelerates the attack and prepares to charge! On the opposite side is the orc!"

Brown tried his best to dance the sword in his hand into a silver platter, and at the same time gave orders loudly, and he still maintained such a clear mind in a critical situation, and he really lived up to the trust that everyone had placed in him.

However, it will take a long time for trust to be trusted, and it will take a long time to transform it into tangible combat effectiveness.

Sadly, Lear doesn't intend to give them that time.

Brown single-handedly blocked nearly a fifth of the axes, but not every one of them was aimed at him, and as he brandished his weapon and roared, there were screams from behind him, because the straight flame passage provided great convenience for the orcs' attacks.

There's no need to aim at all, just throw the axe into the passage, after all, not everyone has as high a martial arts level as Brown.

It didn't take long for Brown to realize that something was wrong, because almost a minute had passed since he gave the order, but none of his companions had come to his side, and their group of people could not exert their maximum combat power when they were suppressed from a distance, and their shooters were still trapped behind the fire at this time, unable to fight back effectively.

That's when he realized what a foolish decision it was to accede to the bastards' request to spend the night at Wimble.

"Break back!"

Brown swept away several axes in front of him, and then quickly rushed back into the fire.

The front could not be broken through, and he could only hope that there would not be too many enemies behind him.

"Naive. ”

Seeing the enemy retreat to the fire, a sneer hung on Lear's lips, and then bursts of thick earth element fluctuations spread out around his body as the center, Jenny looked at him in horror from the side, is this still a second-level mage? The third-level mage is not so strong, right?

The ground began to shake.

The wooden houses that had been destroyed by the flames and only had only the brackets left for them quickly "squeaked" and collapsed downwards with a scream, and the sea of fire, which had been controlled by the mages, instantly became violent again.

Accompanied by the screams of the humans overwhelmed by the burning buildings and the painful wails of the flames, black shadows began to rush out of the fire desperately, but before they could breathe a breath of fresh air outside, they turned into corpses under the orcs' sharp axes.

"Don't go out!"

Brown's head was blood-red, and he had never fought so hard in a battle after being a ranger for so long, and he couldn't even touch the corners of his enemy's clothes, and he could only watch his companions die tragically one by one, which made him feel the worst frustration in his life.

The orcs had completely surrounded the fire, and there were short axes shining in the moonlight in the front and right sides of the village, and Haag, Ivo, Mrak, and Guina stood at the front of the fire and looked inward calmly, Jenny looked at the forest warriors scattered around the fire and sighed.

There was nothing for them to do in this battle, but she couldn't tell whether she was sad or happy in her heart, and vaguely captured only an ethereal thought, that is, it was best to be friends with the young man in front of her in her lifetime, and not to be an enemy of him.

A warrior rushed out of the fire, only to dash away the hatchet and Ivo's arrows thrown at him by the orcs.

"I'm Brown, the leader of the rangers, and I'm going to duel your leader!"

He tore off the red scarf around his neck and threw it on the ground, an act that was an invitation to a duel in Erathia.

"If I win, I ask you to let me and my men leave here, and if I lose, we'll take them right away!"

He looked around with his sword in hand, his bloodshot eyes lingering on each of them, as if to determine who was the leader of the group of orcs.

Because as far as he knew, the orcs had a strong desire to fight and win the duel, so he dared to take this risk, but after he rushed out, he was surprised to find that there were several humans standing in front of him, but Brown's eyes narrowed slightly the moment he saw Haag.

The barbarian gave him a rather dangerous feeling, and in terms of identity, he was more like the leader of the orcs, so Brown raised his sword and pointed it at Haag.

"Do you dare to rise to my challenge?"

But the other party smiled but did not move forward, but looked at a young man on a horse behind him, which obviously meant to tell him that he had found the wrong person.

Brown looked at Haag and was even more shocked, magician?

Then he saw the young man smiling enthusiastically and riding forward a few steps, leaning forward slightly on his horse, and saying to him in a playful tone: "Sir, please wake up, this is war." ”

"Coward, how can you, as a leader, refuse another leader's request for a duel?"

Brown shouted angrily that in Erathia, where duels were all the rage, avoiding duels would be considered unforgivable cowardice.

"Then let me tell you, first, that a duel is something that should only happen when both sides are equal in strength and have the same will for each other, and obviously you don't have any of them now, and second, I don't think that you are a person who has the same qualifications as me to talk, which means that you, the so-called leader, are just defeated by my subordinates, and third, don't you know that magicians are very timid?"

Lear's pleading look blew Brown's lungs out, and he jumped into the air with a roar, his sword slashing at Lear desperately.

"Kill him. ”

Lear snapped his fingers with his right hand.

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