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In the middle of the two groups of people facing each other in the field, and among the few people who were smaller, stood a female warrior. It can be believed that it is a fighter, not a helper who does logistical work.

She wore a soft leather armor common to mercenaries, a soft leather helmet made of animal fur, and her long hair was simply tied into a bunch of small holes specially left behind the helmet and hung down on her back. With the usual bow and a pot of arrows on his back, it appears that this is an archer.

The role of an archer in a mercenary team is undeniable, it is not a job that anyone can do, it requires special talents. In terms of scarcity and difficulty to get started, of course, it is not comparable to a mage, but it is not comparable to an ordinary warrior who can simply handle a sword and fight twice.

Archers provide most of the ranged attack power for a team, and are more popular than many low-level mages for purely providing fire support due to range and attack speed.

However, it is not easy to be a qualified or even good archer, it requires enough talent and long practice. Unlike sword training, bowing and archery consumes a lot of fingers, and if you are not careful, you will be cut by a strong bowstring, and even the use of a ring cannot completely offset the huge load on your fingers. This means that they will not be able to train as much as they practice swords, and a qualified archer will be exhausted if he can shoot a pot of arrows in one go, and the better ones will choose to use a more powerful bow to increase the distance and power of each shot.

In addition, it is necessary for a qualified archer to be good at using short swords and small round shields, and in case of being attacked by people at close range, direct sword combat is essential. Even if this doesn't happen, after firing a cluster of arrows and temporarily losing long-range support, you still need to pick up your sword to support your companions.

The mercenary wore a small round wooden shield from her waist, covered with monster fur, the edges fixed with a ring of metal, and the short sword was already in her hand. Because the distance between the two sides was very close, there was not enough space to bend the bow and shoot arrows, so she thought about it and took the small shield off her waist, and it seemed that a hand-to-hand battle was inevitable.

The mercenary has a delicate face, red lips and white teeth, and a well-defined body wrapped in soft leather armor, combining vitality and softness and elasticity. It's rare that he is still an archer, and his professional level is not too low, so it's no wonder that he will be teased by another group of people.

There are more than 20 mercenaries on the opposite side, the first big man is burly, with big shoulders and a round waist, if Tang Mo sees him, he will definitely use a common saying to describe it, "Eight feet tall, and the waist circumference is also eight feet...... The big man saw that the flirting failed, and he didn't mean to talk nonsense, so he took off the weapon on his waist first, and put a flail.

This weapon is very useful when breaking shields, and the part of the iron rod that is held in the palm of the hand is an effective weapon in itself, even if it is blocked by the opponent's shield. The flail had a slender chain with a club attached at one end and a heavy iron ball with sharp spikes at the other. Once the iron rod is blocked by the shield surface, the iron ball will easily bypass the front of the shield and directly smash the opponent's bones under the traction of the huge inertia and chain!

The big man smiled and approached step by step, the few small shields on the other side couldn't stop the heavy flail no matter what, not to mention that they also had the advantage of numbers. Everyone was not optimistic about the mercenary's side, and surrender was probably their best option. Their faces were nervous, and they knew in their hearts that it would be difficult to bargain this time, but with a hint of luck, they hoped that their companions would come to support in time so that they would not collapse immediately.

"Hypnotic pattern, Andy. Seeing that the war was about to break out, Ban said lightly: "Help them." ”

"Huh?!Do we need to do it?" Andy was taken aback, what was Ben going to do, he wasn't a nosy man, huh, "Which side are we going to help?"

"Of course, the ones who have fewer helpers!" Ben replied quickly, "It's going to begin, get ready!"

The big man with the flail strode forward, and the heavy iron ball with a muffled voice swung in the air. A warrior struggled to raise the shield in his hand to try to block it, and the sound of steel striking sounded, and the huge shock made his tiger's mouth crack, and blood remained in his palm, and he could no longer hold the shield, and fell to the ground with a thud. Without waiting for him to react further, the big man roared and rushed forward, straddle his shoulders and slammed into his chest. He couldn't stand such a blow, and he didn't know how many bones were broken in the crackling sound, and he spat out a mist of blood in the sky, and threw it far behind with a scream, knocking down several of his companions.

The big man shouted, "Give it all to me, break their bones!" Everyone under his command shouted in unison, and rushed forward with swords in hand, seeing that they were about to chop their opponents to death and kill them all. At this moment, there was a sound of chanting incantations, and the big man turned around suddenly, and saw a white-haired mage constantly changing gestures in his hand, and the incantation in his mouth did not stop, and he had finished reciting it in a moment.

He raised his hand and pointed this way, and a large, sticky white spider web fell from the sky. Due to the concentration of attackers, the timing of this spell was cleverly chosen, and at least half of the attackers' mercenaries were stuck in place by cobwebs.

The cobwebs were tough and difficult to break free for a while, and several mercenaries used their swords to chop and slash in an attempt to escape the cobwebs. But it turned out badly, the white cobwebs were stickier and more flexible than they had imagined, and not only did they not cut them, but even the swords were glued together.

The sudden spell caught the attacking mercenaries off guard, and nearly half of the mercenaries were restrained, scrambling with the cobwebs. The rest, some forward, trying to break through the front in one fell swoop, others turned backwards, wanting to teach the dastardly sneak attackers a lesson.

However, before they could make any more moves, another spell was completed. This time it's Andy, it's also a second-level spell, a hypnotic pattern of illusion! A strange pattern appeared in the air near the mercenaries, and a few more mercenaries were unable to move, and a few unlucky ghosts who were entangled in cobwebs also fell for this spell, including their leader, the muscular man who used a heavy flail.

The surrounded mercenaries were pleasantly surprised by the sudden appearance of reinforcements, but now was not the time to investigate the details, they quickly rushed into the enemy line, slashed their swords, and killed several enemies in a short time, blood flowing like rain for money.

In this case, the mercenary wisely gave up the idea of melee combat with her dagger, put her sword back into the sheath, picked up the bow behind her, and shot the arrow. The cluster of arrows was accurate and ruthless, and several mercenaries who were fighting with her companions were quickly hit by the arrows and fell. Then it was the turn of the mercenaries who were controlled by the spell, and under the sword, more blood was released, and the scene was like a slaughterhouse.

The flail's eyes were about to split, his eyes were red, he tried his best to resist the effect of hypnosis, his hands and feet used all his strength, the spider silk broke one by one, and he was about to break free. It's the chanting of spells again, it's the white-haired mage!Why are you going against me?! He roared unwillingly in his heart, and his head suddenly woke up in extreme anger, and his strong will could resist the effects of hypnosis!

A strong fighting spirit erupted from Dahan's body, and he regretted that he was too careless, and he didn't stimulate his fighting spirit earlier, otherwise he wouldn't have been trapped by cobwebs for so long. The cobwebs finally couldn't restrain the powerful warrior who had inspired the fighting spirit, and the big man turned around, determined to deal with the mage first.

It's a pity that he never had a chance again, the opportunity in the battle was fleeting, and Ban's second spell had been completed, the third-level spell - Human Immobilization! The warrior who had just gained his freedom was once again fixed in place, and he roared angrily, trying to get out of the predicament by his own will again. However, the effect of the third-level human immobilization technique is much stronger than that of the second-level hypnotic pattern. And this is a single spell, although the target of action has been reduced, but the power has increased significantly, and it is not something that can be broken free for a while.

On top of that, he ran out of time. At the sound of the bowstring, a series of arrows flew towards the back of his neck. Although vindictive spirit is a good thing, it can improve a person's strength, speed, and reflexes...... In short, it makes people's combat effectiveness increase significantly, but it is not a shield after all. Sharp arrows pierced deep into the back of the big man's neck without helmet protection, and one was particularly deep, and it also penetrated from the Adam's apple in front of him, poking out the arrow!

It looks like the battle is over, ending with the total destruction of one side. The crowd of onlookers talked a lot, the battle was fierce, full of twists and turns, and even the mage took the initiative to join, everyone felt that the trip was worthwhile, and there were a lot of drunken braggadocio to talk about.

The surviving side was grateful for the help of the two mages and graciously invited them to be rewarded as a token of appreciation.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and the sheriff's angry roar resounded throughout the audience: "You bastards! I warned you, don't make trouble in my area!" He yelled: "Get out of the way of irrelevant people!

"Archers, archers, what are you still doing in a daze? Listen to me! Dismount! Array! Raise your bow!" Nearly a hundred horsemen turned over and dismounted at his loud command.

They are usually equipped with two bows, one is a short bow to be used immediately, it does not take much effort to pull it apart, and it can be done with the strength of the arm, which is suitable for immediate pursuit. The other is a long military foot bow, this kind of bow is very long, the bow body is almost the same height as a person, and it requires the strength of the whole body to pull it apart, and the waist, shoulders, hands, and legs are indispensable.

Dressed in hard leather armor, the archers took a long arrow from the quiver hanging from the side of their horses and stuck it in the ground in front of them, so that they could be used at any time. Sharp enchanted arrows easily cut through the stone floor, digging small holes in it.

The remaining cavalry did not dismount, they wore half-body armor and armed with iris shields and lance swords to protect the archers' flanks, and if necessary, they only needed a charge to crush the enemy in front of them.

The crowd of mercenaries and passers-by fled as onlookers, and the security forces of Deathknell City were notoriously unreasonable, and no one thought they could get them to look the other way. The most important thing is that their fists are very hard, and the rain of enchanted arrows is not something that ordinary people can enjoy, and even archmages will not go head-on against a well-trained regular army, that is not a wise choice.