The power of an individual is very small on the battlefield, but this law does not work for the paladin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's hard to change the tide of a big battle alone, but heroes are different.

Born to fight, an indescribable strength and self-confidence are vividly reflected in his actions, one is as strong as a team, and one person can resist the hordes of demons.

One after another, the Holy Light Bullets disrupted the formation of the zombies and the Demons of Doom.

All the insidious spikes are blocked by large shields, and with a keen instinct for danger, the sneak attack of the hard-haired rat is useless.

Weave through hordes of flesh-and-blood zombies, crush the bodies of the Fallen Wizard and the Fallen Demon, and smash the heads of giant beasts with giant shields.

The bloody path with shattered limbs was nearly a hundred meters long, and many of the Fallen Demons had even died three times.

Cutting off the head of the nearest Fallen Demon Wizard, the blood flowed wildly, and the corpses piled up under the Silver Boots, bathed in cheers and wails from all sides.

Even the spikes released by the Hitomi Tree and the swelling black vines could not resist the light of the Dark Gold Shortsword [Rixat's Elegy].

Under its deliberate manipulation, most of the monster hordes specifically bypassed the paladin's location and began to attack Rog's team from other directions.

This has bought enough events for the respite of the pros that the contours of victory and defeat have become blurred again.

"Monster source is one big and one small..."

The blue-haired knight sensed the Hitomi Tree's intentions and immediately smiled contemptuously, looking at the Hitomi Tree in the distance with interest, while easily killing the monsters trying to approach.

Most of the powerful monsters, such as the Wizard of the Fallen and the Giant Beasts, come from the passages of the Evil Caverns.

Only a small number of monsters, such as the normal zombie hordes, are summoned by the Hitomi Tree from the bones of the ground or from the newly dead humans.

Having made a certain decision, he ignored the increasingly distant human battle line behind him, and rushed towards the large cavern on the ground that exuded an evil aura.

"Stop the monsters and buy the team more time!"

With his own strength, he believes he can do it.

The bloody path that came out of the way was filled with a flood of zombies and sunken demons, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, the silver figure suddenly disappeared into more monsters.

But it is very clear that the pressure on the team has been eliminated by more than half.

"Lord Amber, the situation on the rear front is not optimistic, you can go with me to support."

The pro beside him seemed to have transcendent confidence in the blue-haired paladin, and Amber glanced in the direction of the monster herd and quickly nodded.

The battle continues.

Although the front line towards the Hitomi Stone Tree had a lot of success, the rear front did not have such good luck.

Only Nania and two Lv6 barbarians supported it, although some pros were later added, but due to the long duration of the battle, more monsters rushed to the battlefield.

In addition to the fast-moving Sinking Demons, there are also the difficult Sinking Demon Wizards, the hard-haired rats that came from nowhere, and the wild zombie hordes.

The most feared thing on the rear front was a huge purple bristle hiding in a swarm of hard-haired mice.

Lv5 "Hard-haired Mouse Boss" has almost twice as many attributes as ordinary hard-haired mice.

The purple spikes that were fired could even pierce through the paladin's large shield, which caused a great headache for professionals who only held ordinary round shields, and many barbarians were injured as a result.

A Lv5 assassin who tried to approach was shot into a sieve by dozens of purple spikes as he approached the "Hard-haired Mouse Boss".

"I'm running out of mana, ask Matigar for help and get the rear line closer to the front."

"More reinforcements will arrive soon, and the time will come to wipe out the demons."

As the pro walked up the high slope, the fierceness of the battlefield in the distance was in full view, and Amber walked unhurriedly as she searched for Nanya's figure in the crowd.

Soon, next to a pile of obvious monster remains, she saw Nanya's moving figure.

Although the short brown hair was visibly wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, she was still fast, and in the blink of an eye, three zombies were decapitated by her and fell to the ground.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Amber looked at the professionals around her with some weakness, and found that they were also watching the battlefield nervously, not noticing her small movements.

"The form is not optimistic, and that purple bristle must be eradicated."

Taking her eyes off Nania, Amber said to the professionals beside her without changing her face, her expression suddenly becoming cold.

Being able to accurately perceive the key in just half a minute, the professional who had been guarding here couldn't help but admire the blonde beauty in front of him.

Not everyone has the talent to command, but Amber has done a good job of demonstrating abilities that are commensurate with her current responsibilities.

"But there's no way we can get close to that hard-haired mouse, which can shoot a massive amount of purple spikes in an instant, even a heavily armed savage can't resist it."

The people in Rog's camp were subconsciously authentic and worried.

It's one thing to ask a problem, it's another thing to solve a problem.

Suffering from a lack of personnel, Amber has little room to use his reflexes and wisdom to play the strength of the team.

It was only a matter of time before the rear line was breached by the demons, and it was something that all professionals who knew about the situation on the battlefield knew it well.

"Can't stop it?"

Amber raised her eyebrows, her soft, delicate face took on a serious taste, and her blue eyes sharpened for a moment.

It has the style of the Westmar royal family, and suddenly becomes unattainable.

"Why can't it be stopped? I had observed the wound of the assassin who had been shot to death, and the purple spikes had only pierced through the first layer of armor, not through his body. ”

The fact that the battlefield was hundreds of meters away from the high ground and the large number of corpses made the breath of these professionals breathless.

"What do you mean?"

Finally, one of the Assassins, whose face changed slightly, looked up in surprise and asked.

She didn't know that she had risen a lot in the hearts of these Rog Camp professionals, and she calmly continued.

"Divide a sufficient number of barbarians, armed with the existing shields, to protect the accompanying Assassins, and then have all the Rog concentrate their fire on their attack on the purple bristles."

Amber's eyebrows were tinged with majesty, and her words revealed no doubt.

"No! Rog's arrows are all used for cover, who will stand up to the footsteps of the Fallen Demons and Zombies? ”

"And this is for the professionals to fight the purple bristles with their lives, this is to let them die together!"

"This is not justice! This is the behavior of demons! ”

Some of the professionals were very emotional.

Camp Rog never restricts freelance professionals, so there is no military discipline here, and Amber's ideas are too much in the eyes of these professionals.

I didn't treat the professional as a companion at all, as if I was a cold pawn.

"To answer your first question, I will find a way to stop the demons."

"Then the second—"

Amber raised her head slightly, the brown and black staff in her hand glowed, and her beautiful blue eyes gradually burned, turning amber again, and emitting a chilling coldness.

Her substantial gaze swept over the professionals one by one, and their hearts trembled.

"In my country, the Knights of Westmar have always adhered to a creed."

Her voice slowly raised.

"Without enough blood, the cup of victory cannot be filled."

"The demons have shed enough blood, but you are here to live and fear death."

She does not despise demons because of their stupidity, and any enemy deserves to be treated with caution and equally.

This is the attitude that a player should have.

The staff pointed forward, a silver glow, and Westmar's star map suddenly appeared in front of her, though it was much darker. The wind was raging, and the professionals subconsciously took a step back and looked at Amber Merois in front of them in horror.

"Without sacrifice, how can we talk about victory?"

The opposition of the professionals gradually subsided.

"Without victory, what kind of justice can we talk about?"

All that remained was the sound of hard swallowing.

Amber hammered the brown-black staff in her hand down with a heavy voice.

"There is no justice as an excuse, you weak professionals are no different from garbage!"

No one made a sound, a deathly silence.

Using extremely concise, even vulgar words, Amber Melova showed her due boldness.