Riadlin and the others finally arrived, and more than 30 people appeared from the woodland behind the peregrine falcon, and when they rushed to a position 100 meters away from the enemy, they began to draw their bows and fire arrows, and the two teams of more than 60 people led by the bald wizard suddenly fell into a situation of being surrounded by nightingales in front and behind. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The group of guys who were fighting against their weak opponents did not expect the Nightingale to weave such a pocket. In fact, if it had been a head-to-head confrontation or a defense, the Peregrine Falcon would not have been afraid to ram the two teams of the Nightingale, but now, with their backs bared unsuspectingly, and a large number of men stuck in the stumbling quagmire of the dead woods, the situation was very different.

At the end of a volley of nightingales, the peregrine falcon instantly surrendered more than a dozen lives in the back row, and the sound of another round of bowstrings tightened sounded, and some people scattered to find shelter, but it was not easy to find a hiding place in the confines of the dead woods.

The variables that happened in front of us were also an accident for the dozens of people who were struggling to support themselves in the dead woods. Convinced that the other compatriots were all setting traps in the rear, some people couldn't help but suspect that they were hallucinating, but at this moment, Lirezi suddenly shouted: "Don't let the enemy who has entered the dead forest turn around!"

Upon hearing this order, everyone immediately realized that the compatriots who had surrounded the enemy were not phantoms, and that their time for revenge had finally come.

Encouraged by the madness factor, the men and horses on Sirris's side turned from a mad elk to a haunting demon in an instant, and the group of people who were originally just trying to hinder the enemy's progress dragged the opponent who wanted to get out of the quagmire as if they were crazy. This group of people, who had already looked like ghosts because they had been covered in wet mud, were now even more terrifying like ghosts - some of them had been cut down to the ground, but they were stunned and threw themselves in the mud and hugged the enemy's ankles, and the mud bit the flesh of the enemy, and their comrades who were still able to fight were even more fearless to keep the "distinguished guests" who visited the dead woods.

The enemy, who had been smiling a moment ago, finally realized in exclamation and screaming that it was not only the nightingale who was in hell, but they were also dragged down, and they fell deeper.

By this time, the sun had gradually set in the west, and the trees of the dead woods with only stems and stumps seemed to be shrouded in blood. Seeing the enemy in front of him in a panic, Lirezi couldn't help but look up at the sky with a complicated expression, and then he fell backwards on his back.

Sirrise, who was taking the opportunity to release the cold arrow, heard someone next to her plop and fell to the ground, and hurriedly turned her gaze to Rirez. I saw that the poor wizard was already soaked in the puddle behind him, and the rancid mud almost soaked his face, and a few bubbles were churning out of the muddy water from time to time.

"Wizard! Celestial!" Silrith frighteningly dropped her bow and arrows, and she picked up Lyrizzi in a panic, patting him on the cheek as she called his name. The person who clings to her looks so young and fragile, as if it is about to be shattered at the touch of a button, but his calculations are ruthlessly chilling.

"Listen to Liadrin. Clenched teeth, Rirezie said a word while holding on to what was left of his consciousness, and then he didn't react again......

On the other side, the centaurs, who were outflanking from behind the peregrine falcon, were enraged by the tragic situation of their compatriots. Seeing the corpses of several women who were still abused after death, their internal organs were removed, and their bodies were chopped into pieces, a group of red-eyed people launched the most violent attack without agitation. The dense arrows drew arcs after arcs in the air, and the newly arrived thirty or so people also pierced the enemy's back like arrows, and in each round of shooting, the main force of the nightingale drew a few closer to the peregrine falcon trapped in the mire.

On the other hand, the peregrine falcons, the group of invaders who had turned around in a hurry to meet them were completely passive, they could not organize an effective counterattack, and their strength was less than 30%, and their leader, the bald wizard, had somehow hid behind a bald tree. At this moment, the wizard was still dragging the girl from before, and his right hand, which was covered with eye lines, tightened more and more on the girl's arm, and the girl's mouth gradually opened wide. Finally, a scream like a banshee howling joined the battlefield.

The dozen or so people who rushed to the forefront of Riadlin's side were shocked by the witchcraft that pierced the soul, and they stopped as if they were enchanted, and their faces were full of confusion as if they had lost their souls.

Sensing the abnormal reaction of these people, Liadlin couldn't help but shout: "Chew the medicine quickly!"

Before he could finish his sentence, several of the enemy's arrows knocked down several men, and several of them lost their accuracy in mid-air, and they were cut off one by one by a quick burst of arrows from Ora. This incredible archery skill stunned several enemies who thought they would hit the opponent on the spot, and further destroyed their confidence in the peregrine falcon. And as the pills were chewed and swallowed, the Nightingales who were almost reversed by the enemy had already adjusted in a few moments, but those who had re-entered the battle seemed to have been filtered out of emotion by something - their faces were less resentful, but their attacks were more determined and orderly.

"What's wrong with them?"

In the midst of such companions, Ola suddenly felt a chill. She knew that the best shooters had to let go of excesses, but the reactions of these people were clearly out of order. Aura turned to Riadlin again, only to find that the mage beside him, who was over fifty years old, had actually avoided his gaze with a look of shame.

At the same moment, the bald wizard hiding behind a bald tree loosened the girl who was being held on to by himself. He looked as if he had been touched by a terrible memory, and as if he had been completely subverted, he stared at the woman with blood and tears in her eyes and slumped at her feet.

"The human will cannot completely control matter...... No...... Left and right matter......" muttered the bald wizard.

His words were whispering to many, but Liadlyn knew that she would fall into despair if she had switched places with this wizard—there was a time when people took the will very seriously, thinking that a strong enough will could control everything, and magic flourished because of it. However, as knowledge expanded, and people found that the product of their proud thinking was controlled by a physical mind, and only a small amount of medicine was enough to control it, so magic gradually showed a tendency to decline.

Today, this duel between mages and wizards was supposed to be a duel between words, but one side shamelessly used material to solve the will.

"Aura!" Liadlin sighed suddenly.

"That wizard who knows the eye is always our enemy, are you sure to deal with him? You can't let him see your eyes, though. ”