As more and more bandits joined the warband, Bartomir's personal guards and city guards began to be slightly outnumbered. However, the good thing is that the army is well-trained, and the qualitative advantage balances the quantitative disadvantage. But after all, two fists were no match for four hands, and after a few rounds of confrontation, even the heavily armored sergeants of the pro-guard army began to let out heavy gasps.

Fortunately, encouraged by the army, the caravan's guards gradually joined the battle, and although the bandits were still large in number, the ability to consume the confrontation after losing a large number of crossbowmen was greatly reduced. On the other hand, Bartomir's side is not ideal, although there is almost no attrition, but it itself is small in number and not equipped with too many long-range attackers, and the risk of the shadow dancer is huge, especially in this kind of situation where the other side has already taken precautions, it is likely that there will be no return.

The two sides confronted each other near the ravine that had just been blown up.

The shouts of killing began at the rear of the procession, and it seemed that a large number of bandits in the middle and rear of the convoy had also joined the caravan there.

"This should be the big heist you were talking about. It was a bit of a surprise. Bartomir had just killed one of the bandits, and retreated into battle to Colin standing in the middle of the formation.

Colin had just used demagogic whispers in a row against four bandits who were trying to attack him, and he had spent a lot of energy. At this time, his face was a little pale, and he didn't have the strength to speak, but nodded.

Bartomir also saw Colin's ability to deceive people just now, three of the four people who were recruited fell into a stupor and were attacked and killed by friendly forces, while the other may have been unable to be strong-willed, and actually defected on the spot.

Of course, the people around him could also tell from Colin's face that the price of using this ability was not small. Bean-sized sweat crawled all over Colin's forehead, and his lips were slightly dry. Seeing this, the surrounding guards slightly adjusted their formation and strengthened their cover for Colin.

"With such a strong fluctuation of the superior, I thought you had met the superior again. The roll of aphorism paper in his pocket suddenly sounded, and Colin almost forgot it existed after so long.

However, the people around him didn't seem to hear these words, and there was no unusual reaction.

"My words can only be heard by you, and they can't even see the real me. When Colin heard this, he was about to ask further, but was interrupted by a scroll of paper: "Don't talk nonsense yet, hold me in your hands, through me you can use the fundamental power of some superiors." It won't be as embarrassing as it was just now. ”

When Colin heard this, he hurriedly held it in his hand according to the instructions of the aphorism scroll. Later, he tried to use a demagogic whisper on an approaching bandit.

Sure enough, the consciousness of invasion has never been so strong, and the weak will of the other party to resist cannot cause any obstacles to its own invasion at all. Colin even felt like he had enough energy to bewitch two or three people at the same time.

"Paper Roll, how likely do you think it is that I will control this group of people at the same time?" Colin's question suddenly, a little eager to try.

As if he had heard some joke, he said contemptuously: "Don't think about it, with your current strength, at most let this group of people be in a trance." ”

"You mean I can only put this group in a trance? How long was that?" Colin, as if he had thought of something, continued to ask.

"Ah, don't get your hopes up, it's a matter of a second or two, and someone with a stronger mental power won't even be hit. And you can't spare the energy to distinguish friend from foe, which means that everyone can be hit. "The aphorism paper roll is a little impatient.

Colin was lost in thought: from the very beginning he had noticed several figures on the other side of the ravine at the front of the group, each of them being guarded by a group of bandits, and they did not move even a step despite the other bandits charging around them—these must be the leaders of this group of bandits.

Bartomir looked at Colin looking at the bandit leader in the distance, and he looked over there. He didn't know that those were the leaders of this group of thugs, and he didn't want to capture the thief and capture the king first. But there is no good way to kill these "scourges" now. Although the shadow dancers behind the shield are on standby, the opposite side is heavily guarded, and rushing out is purely for the subordinates to die. For a moment, Bartomir was also a little bored.

"My lord, can your Shadow Dancer kill those bandit leaders in two seconds? Colin whispered to Bartomir.

The old lord looked at Colin, a little puzzled, and was about to explain. As if he knew what Bartomir was worried about, Colin said, "My ability can create a two-to-three-second void, but this is only one chance, and all of my forces outside of the Shadow Dancer will also fall into a short period of vertigo, which I can't avoid." ”

Bartomir pondered that it would be difficult for him to fully believe Colin in such a matter, after all, he could not let the soldiers die in such an uncertain matter.

"My lord, we are willing to try this plan of Mr. Colin. The captain of the guard seemed to hear the conversation just now, and leaned over and said.

Since the pro-guards were willing to risk their lives, Bartomir had nothing to say as commander. Naturally, he hoped that this method would work, after all, he did not expect the battle in the middle and back of the team to be resolved easily without his own help.

"Alright, you guys get ready, I'll give you some instructions!" Bartomir hardened, determined to carry out this surprise attack.

Compared with the battlefield of stalemate and confrontation on the ground, the situation in the sky is much more optimistic. Of course, this optimism refers to the weather: it is autumn, but there are still few large clouds in the sky. At this moment, a light breeze was blowing in the sky, and a large thick cloud was drifting above everyone.

In a short time, this cloud finally covered the battlefield, and the shadows covered the entire battlefield. The army of bandits also seemed to be afraid of the Shadow Dancer, and took a stubborn formation to wait for the clouds to drift away.

"It's now!" Bartomir shouted.

I saw Colin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground preparing, clenched the aphorism paper scroll tightly, and his eyes opened suddenly. A slight wave of qi dispersed, and an invisible impact erupted.

......

Bartomir finally recovered from the mental shock just now, with a splitting headache, and the mental shock just now was like a slap in the face, which directly made his eyes black and he almost fainted. The people around them gradually recovered from their sluggishness, their faces were as white as earth, their limbs were weak, some of them vomited on the spot, and some of the merchants who were hiding in the car fainted directly: it seemed that the closer people were to Colin, the stronger the reaction. However, if the reaction around Colin was so strong, the reaction of the group of bandit leaders who were not too far away from Colin could be somewhat inferred.

Everyone who came to their senses finally noticed the strangeness of the battlefield: six men in black stood in front of the bandits' battle array with six heads still dripping blood.

This may be the first time many people have seen a shadow dancer since they were born. Even many of the people killed by the Shadow Dancer may not have seen the killer's true face, and of course no one knows whether they have seen them or not.

The shadow dancers in front of the battle were all masked in iron masks, except for a female shadow dancer under a veil. They are relatively tall, which is different from the traditional perception of being short and strong. Shadow Dancer's ability to blend into the shadows has always been reduced by the impact of size on stealth combat. The Shadow Dancers also have a few special weapons: a serrated dagger to inflict bleeding lacerations, a scythe to cut throats, and a short club to break weak bones. Shadow Dancer's attacks are unexpected, rarely blocked, and if they miss a single blow, they will immediately retreat and will not be able to get caught in a grappling. This makes the Shadow Dancer inclined to use some simple and effective pure offensive weapons.

A strong feeling of dizziness hit Colin's brain, and the side effects of using a large amount of mental power for a short period of time appeared. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and he fell sideways and passed out.

"Swan, you're here to protect Mr. Colin. Bartomir commanded one of the guards with the captain's armband on his armor.

"Yes. Swan gathered some of the city guards and carried Colin to a side inn with an open door. As soon as the crowd approached the gate, the innkeeper, who had been peeping behind the door, hurriedly opened the door to greet the wounded: the inn was actually one of several security information stations serving the city guards, and the intelligence officer here, the shopkeeper, was the first to report the news of the collapse to the guards.

After settling Colin in his inn room, Swan immediately ordered the rest of the city guards to report back to their respective governors and return to the battle. After the rest of the group dispersed, Swan and the shopkeeper went to the antechamber and sat down: it was the only entrance to the inn. Taking off his helmet, Swan wiped the sweat on his forehead with a napkin on the side, although it was already autumn, but under such a strong sunlight, the temperature in the black heavy armor was not something ordinary people could bear. Even with the new generation of armor with thermal insulation, Swan was sweating profusely after such a long battle.

The boss on the side handed over a glass of cold water, and Swan thanked him briefly and drank it all. All the while, Swan kept facing the door, and the mace clenched in his right hand was not lowered.

......

On the other side, the only female member of the six shadow dancers raised the head in her hand and showed it to the rabble in front of her, which was the head of one of the bandits. It was only then that the guards of these bandit leaders realized that their masters had already turned into several headless corpses.

The enemy formation was quiet, and the commander was lost, and the deserters who had not cooperated tacitly did not know what to do for a while, and they stood in place one after another. It is incomprehensible that everything happened so suddenly, and that the situation on the battlefield had changed so dramatically after a bout of dizziness.

Bartomir's order to attack brought the bandits in the front row back to reality, and then, naturally, more than two dozen heavily armored sergeants cooperated with other city guards to break the siege formed by the bandits in one fell swoop. The rabble scattered in confusion, large swaths of bandits were pushed, fell, trampled, and even red-eyed bandits swung their weapons at friendly troops in their way.

It only took a split second to turn a disadvantaged battle into a one-sided slaughter for his own side, and Bartomir had not experienced this kind of battle in all his years of service.

"The true power of a traveling scholar is unimaginable. Thinking about the mental impact just now, Bartomir couldn't help but sigh.

A city guard ran over, "My lord, the battlefield at the end of the convoy is a little disadvantaged, ask for reinforcements." ”

Bartomir swept the battlefield with his eyes, ordered some men to be left to clear the remnants of the enemy, and immediately led his team to the end of the convoy.