The biggest difference between a family horse and a war horse is that it cannot be used in battle - this is simply nonsense. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhao Mai clearly saw a trace of panic in the eyes of the galloping horses, they were still worried about bumping into humans.

Zhao Mai raised his empty left hand, and the incantation muttered from his mouth. The Force of Nature floated into the ears of the horses with his command, and then suddenly erupted, turning into a roar that only the horses could hear. The frightened horses suddenly stood up, neighed in unison, and kicked their front legs, throwing all the knights behind them off their horses.

The sound of them falling was like a bag of potatoes, the guts and ribs were distinctly popping, and the screams of hey-hey were squeezing out of their lungs. "Get out of here," Zhao Mai shouted to them, "Don't come here to find death!"

How could this group of mountain people have already become robbers, and how can they listen to the advice of the contrary?, "Why should we starve?!" They thought that this "noble" reason could make up for the gap in martial arts, so they got up from the ground and rushed up.

"You can't reason with these people. Saver said this to Zhao Mai, took a few steps forward, and tucked the long knife under his armpit with both hands. When the enemy approached, he took half a step forward and suddenly stabbed out.

It's not a straight stab like a spear, but a quick diagonal slash with a certain arc. The mountain people tried to block with their weapons, but each time they failed. Zhao Mai observed that Saver used the angle changes of his wrists and elbows to make the long knife make a spiral trajectory, often bypassing the upper body area that he was initially aiming at, and most of them hit the opponent's thigh or knee.

Regardless of whether he hit or not, Saver would immediately step back diagonally to a step and a half, keep his distance, and then look for the next shot. His weapons are longer than everyone else's, and this advantage should naturally be put to good use. One-on-one combat requires courage, and one-on-many requires not losing mobility in the first place. The truth that two fists are hard to beat four hands is an old one, and the key to winning a melee is the use of space and the efficiency of combat.

He didn't kill anyone, but kept seriously injuring his opponents. Don't be greedy for merit, but you won't give up on fighters because you're too cautious. Zhao Mai only watched it for a while, and learned a lot from him.

Looking at Saffer, he didn't notice that a few cold arrows flew over, hitting Zhao Mai's body with two thuds, and then being bounced off by the magic leather armor. These sharpened wooden arrowheads lose their meaning when they meet real armor, let alone a good piece of magical armor. But even if he wasn't injured, his chest hurt a little, and who could guarantee that the next time the arrows wouldn't come to his eyes.

"Up!" Zhao pointed to the left, and the reserve grain howled and ran out. It will go around to the side, and then see the right time to flank the enemy with Zhao Mai. A wild man in a torn cloak and wielding an axe rushed forward with a shout, followed by three accomplices. There is no encirclement, no flanking attack, no coordination tactics, just choose the shortest distance to kill.

Zhao Mai glanced at the ground, and then used the telepathic ring to move a branch from the campfire. Slapped on the surface of his feet, causing him to stumble. The Hunter's Blood Spear then speared like a dragon, stabbing him as he fell. The axe man was still busy preparing to prevent falls, and could no longer react to Zhao Mai's attack, so he watched the tip of the spear approach.

Just a small hole in his neck, but already capable of inflicting a terrible bleeding effect. The Hunter's Blood Spear is designed for bloodletting, and the magical tip of the spear can turn a small wound into a fatal wound. In just two seconds, there was already a large pool of blood on the ground, and the axe man fell inside, clutching his neck in vain, leaving only the ability to twitch from time to time.

Zhao Mai just glanced at it, and immediately charged towards the next enemy. Because the person in front of him fell so quickly, the back didn't understand what was happening at all, but saw a white light, and then felt a chill in his chest.

The Hunter's Blood Spear is inserted and drawn at the vital point, which means certain death. These attackers also wore armor, mostly leather armor, torn chain mail, or simply hung an iron plate from their chest. If you're lucky, you can still play a protective role. But they were unlucky, and they came across a magic weapon from another world, or the Witch King's top-level collection.

The thick leather armor penetrates, the clanging chain mail penetrates, and the entire cast iron plate is also penetrated without accident. "Don't come up and die, don't come up and die. Every time Zhao Mai put down one person, he would say this to the rest of the people.

The enemy is still coming, don't they know that this is a complete waste of life? Zhao Mai saw madness in their eyes, but what kind of madness can make them choose to give away their lives for nothing? At this moment, the sound of cheers came from the place where the cavalry was fighting, followed by the painful neighing of the war horses. Immediately after, Boron clutched his abdomen in his hands, and blood poured out of his fingers. He didn't know where his sword had gone, and now he only had a long, slightly curved dagger in his hand.

He was followed by Sir Roderick, whose wounds were on his head and legs, so he staggered as he walked. "Saffhr, stop the mountain people, I'll pick them up!" the wandering warrior nodded, and suddenly became wide open and closed, bringing with him the sound of howling wind. The one-and-a-half-meter-long refined broadsword could easily cut through wooden weapons such as spears, so Savor quickly pushed many of the mountain people out of the way.

Zhao Mai took two steps forward, and suddenly stopped again. Behind Sir Rodric, a large figure spun out of the fog, behind the rocks. It was a deformed giant, nearly three meters tall, with bulging muscles and muscles on the right half of its body, and half of a tree trunk in his hand as a weapon. The other half of his body is mediocre, and even looks a little thin in comparison. Compared to its body, its head appears small, with only one usable eye and the other obscured by a raised tumor on the brow bone. The curled and fat lips purred meaninglessly, sounding like a dream.

When they saw it join the battle, the mountain people all shouted for joy, "Giant, giant, giant!" The giant snorted twice, bent his knees hard, and then jumped to his feet!

Bronn was the closest, and he looked back as he ran, and when he saw the scene, he threw his hand back and threw the dagger directly at Jazz's feet. Rodric let out a wail and fell to the ground. He thought he was dead, but the stick just swung over his head and missed.

However, he was incapacitated, and sooner or later he would die!Sir struggled to roll over, looked up at the ugly giant, and clenched his sword. "Come on, you damn monster, come and fight me!" he made up his mind, and when the monster attacked, he would cut the opponent's wrist with all his might, trying to cripple it.

In this way, others will have a chance to defeat him. (To be continued.) )