For the originally confident Elsa's group, these mutant rat men with fast movements and blood that can corrode blades can be said to be troublesome opponents. Although in order to destroy the weapons of the boss lady and Mona, there were four fewer nezumi, but the number of nezumi left was still about eleven or twelve. Leaving aside the nezumi who were besieging Jack, the three of them had to deal with all the remaining enemies.

"Curse Raven, do you have any ways to strengthen your weapon?" asked the female warrior who had seen Cheese enchant iron weapons as she turned to the sorcerer behind her. Although they are not completely ignorant of hand-to-hand combat skills, Mona is not a martial artist who specializes in hand-to-hand combat after all, and weapons in hand and bare hands are completely two states for warriors. So if the Spellcaster can temporarily strengthen his weapon, even if it is just to survive this battle, these nezumi will not be too much of a problem.

Unfortunately, despite the similarity of training, the owner of the Grey Tower has no idea how the apprentices will complete the task, and it is no problem to use different spells to accomplish the same goal. As a result, even apprentices trained at the same time in the Grey Tower will have very different spells.

"I'm afraid not, the type of spell I'm good at with that guy is too different. The crow said helplessly. Having said that, it's not that strictly speaking, it's not that his field of expertise is too narrow, it's just that cheese's scope is too broad.

You know, for most spellcasters, just concentrating on their most gifted spells is often exhausting all their mental energy, and the flexible use of seemingly limited means is much more practical than blindly learning a lot of complex knowledge. As for why Cheese seems to know what kind of spells he can do, it's purely because the spells he excels at are too dangerous and difficult to control, so the mage has to learn simple and useful spells to supplement them.

However, in the face of the current situation, this single-minded approach shows its drawbacks. While the Raven's curse is effective in slowing down the nezumi, unarmed warriors cannot deal effective damage to the nezumi. On the other hand, rats with fangs and claws, even if they lose their speed advantage, the threat they pose will not be reduced in the slightest.

"That's all there is to it...... Mona said, looking at the fangs and claws around her, "We'll cover you up, and you help Jack get rid of the rats on his side." ”

Judging from the situation on the scene, the solution proposed by the female warrior may be the most effective solution at the moment, as long as the cursed crow reduces the speed of the enemies around the werewolf, Jack can quickly take out the nezumi. Now that they have lost their weapons, only the strong flesh of the wolfwalkers will not be corrupted by the blood of those nezumi.

Pulling out the two one-handed battle axes behind her back, Mona threw one of them to Elsa, the last weapon she had left. The expression on the female warrior's face was not very good, although Jack was not far ahead, but this short distance of more than ten meters was as difficult to pass as a heavenly mound. Moreover, the hand axe is not a wear-resistant weapon in the first place, and even in regular combat, the curl and wear of the blade will greatly reduce its use time. Given the rate at which the weapons had been corroded before, the two tomahawks might have only been able to provide some faint psychological comfort.

However, as long as the weapon in hand can be used, the Frost Guardian's rigorously trained skills are enough to deal with the slowed beast. Using the gauntlet on her left arm to break away her opponent's claws, Mona used the axe as a dagger to stab her opponent in the abdomen. The pain of the blow to the viscera caused the nezuman's facial expression to distort briefly, and in the intervening moments, the female warrior had already grabbed its neck with her left hand.

"For the sake of Frost! Fly!" Mona threw the nezumi out of her hand after spinning around in a circle with her right foot stepping forward. And the magnitude of her throwing is evident from the distorted snout of the smashed nezumi.

Not to be outdone, the proprietress on the other side drew a beautiful arc from bottom to top, and the final end of this arc was exactly the chin of the rat man in front of her. Due to her dexterity, Elsa did not wear restricted metal armor like Mona, but only lined the tips of her feet with a thin layer of iron. On the one hand, it can extend the life of the boots when climbing, and on the other hand, it is also because the boss lady's own kicking skills are really strong.

The Raven watched as the hapless nezumi splattered two streams of blood from his mouth and nose, and was faintly frightened by Elsa's attack, after all, for a male creature, this bottom-up attack would hit some vital parts no matter how you thought about it.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up!" noticing the sorcerer's distraction, the warrioress said unhappily, and after she knocked out a nezumi with the back of her axe, Mona grabbed the crow with her free left hand and pushed it towards Jack's position.

Naturally, the wolfwalkers were aware of their companion's plan, and with his keen sense of hearing and sight, Jack knew exactly what Elsa had just said and done. Seeing Mona push the sorcerer over, the werewolf also roared and spread its claws to pounce on the crow's path. And although the rats realized that most of their physical anomalies came from the ominous figure in the gray robe, they did not want to face an angry werewolf, and the situation on the battlefield changed as the Raven and Jack converged.

"Sink into the mire!" Unlike cheese, cursed spells often do not require a specific language, as long as the curser understands the curse's procedures, and can complete the curse without even any words. But perhaps out of habit, the Raven would still shout something at the end of the spell that his opponent could understand, depending on the spell used, and it was always one of his few pleasures to admire the enemy's fearful and distorted expressions under the curse.

However, the sorcerer was destined to be disappointed, and there were probably not many people other than Cheese who could make out the distorted expressions of the nezumen. Under the suppression of the invisible curse, each nezumi felt as if they were swimming in an invisible swamp, and each movement was hindered to varying degrees. And these immobile enemies are good targets for an angry Jack.

"Roar!" a low wolf roar roared from the throats of the wolfwalkers, who gradually lost some of their human abilities as they transformed into wolf form. Being able to lose the ability to speak in a transformation is not only not a bad thing for a werewolf, but rather a sign that it is closer to a perfect transformation.

Losing their speed advantage, the rats soon lost their ability to move under Jack's prey. Had it not been for the last mercy in the hunter's heart for these poor infected who had lost their human form, they would not have had any chance of being knocked down alive. But even if Jack deliberately avoided the point of the nezumen, it was only a matter of a few breaths to defeat them. Even as the number of nezumi decreases, the curse of the cursed crow can be released more specifically at a few specific individuals, and all the nezumi movements appear comical and ridiculous within thirty steps of the sorcerer.

Moments later, the xenomorphs who could chase the elite knights of the Hammer Knights were transformed into a bunch of wounded people who fell to the ground and groaned. Although the wolfwalkers did not deliberately kill them, it was impossible for these nezumi to get up from the ground again on their own.

At this time, the group finally had time to turn their attention away from the rat people and look at the Hammer Knight they had saved.