The torches swayed in the wind in the dark night, there was no one outside, and the whole village was as silent as death, except for the occasional smell of cooking that told the village that there were living people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe slightly messy farm tools on the ground, and the unbroken doors and windows, indicate that the village has not been attacked by the Harpy. It's strange that the place where the Harpy was fighting was not far from here, and the village with such an obvious target was unharmed, while the people in the forest almost died under the Harpy's talons and flying feathers. Without thinking about it for a moment, Sarion withdrew his thoughts from the harpy, and cautiously passed through the well and the stone mill to the clearing in the middle of the village, and looked around, but there was still no one to be seen.

"Hmph, you want to try my skills, you've already caught my partner, and you're coming back to this trick!" said Sarion, drawing half of his sword, vigilantly skimming the place where the enemy might appear.

Feather Wing didn't go in at the entrance of the village, it had already been twice, as long as there was a fight, Sarion would let Wing wait in a safe place, and Feather Wing would always obey Sarion's arrangement. It's just that the female elves are accustomed to secretly observing the situation in the battle not far away, and only when they feel that Sarion is in danger, or when they need to show up, the wings will appear without hesitation, this emotion is completely beyond the scope of the mission, is it really that she has fallen in love with this paladin? Just because of the cut mask? The female elf herself can't find the answer.

"Boss, boss, you see the female elf waiting obediently, and she is worried. ！”

"It's okay, it's okay, once the situation happens, the man will be tough, and the woman will naturally become submissive!" Looking at the wings in contemplation, the eldest and younger brother still muttered.

"You're not leaving?" Wings turned to the two whispering pairs.

"Big sister, we haven't got the money yet!" the tall and short duo blinked helplessly.

"I'm afraid you won't get the money. Since you are not leaving, tell me everything you know!" Wings' voice became emotionless again, her usual tone, and perhaps only when she was with Sarion would the elf's words become richer.

From the mouth of the eldest and younger brother, it was learned that the mercenaries in the village were the subordinates of the third prince, and the number was about 50 people, and it felt that they were all veterans of a hundred battles. It also includes a wide range of classes, warriors, knights, windrangers, and even magicians and priests, carrying a wide variety of weapons. Compared with the second prince's single knight chaser, the people on the third prince's side are obviously targeted, and they are a relatively complete combat team. In addition, he has already captured Saarion's companion as a blackmailer. It seems that the capture of Salion this time is inevitable.

A pair of eyes stole from behind the wall at the paladin in the clearing, muttering lips that began to chant incantations. Feeling a surge of heat behind him, Saarion turned around and slashed the incoming magic fireball with a sword, scattering droplets of fire all over the ground. Although it was not lethal, the light of the fire on the ground was enough for those in the darkness to see Sarion's every move. Sarion rushed to the spot where the fireball was fired, but several arrows blocked his way, and he fell back in place with a big jump. The instructor in the academy once said that the first point of street fighting is to first kill the magician with high attack power and low defense. Now the mage is exposed, but he is well protected by the enemy archers.

Sarion discovers that behind the roof chimneys at different angles are enemy archers, ready to contain their own movements. At this moment, the magician came out from behind the wall and brazenly came to Sarion's eyes. Dressed in slightly dirty magic robes, a wand as tall as a person, and a confident smile.

"The magicians in the mercenary regiment really live up to their reputation! Sarion didn't attack immediately, he held the sword in one hand, the blade of the sword naturally drooping, and he was in a posture of neither attacking nor defending. Even if he didn't graduate from the academy, Saarion knew that the magicians in the mercenary group were quite special. Mercenary groups that specialize in medium-sized combat often engage in melee battles with enemies, and mages with obvious targets must have sufficient self-protection ability, so they are proficient in the indirect offensive magic of various departments, and they also need to use the long wand in their hands to engage in physical combat. Compared to the army mages who hide at the back of the troops, and the adventurer mages who are protected by the team, the mages of the mercenary group can be described as the most comprehensive mage panacea.

"Where, where, I have the opportunity to have a one-on-one battle with the paladin, of course I have to cherish it. The magician's seemingly modest tone still carries a great sense of confidence.

"This is also the first time I've faced off against a magician in actual combat, and please give me a lot of advice!" said Sarion with a sword and a knightly salute.

The magician nodded in return: "I don't dare to give advice, but you can rest assured, this will be a fair duel, and my group members will not participate." ”

Sarion meowed the archers who were still standing behind the chimney out of the corner of his eye, and cursed his opponent's hypocrisy: "Hmph, where is it fair." So many archers are aimed at me, and when the situation is unfavorable, they will release arrows, what a despicable thing!"

"If it's a fair duel, why are you detaining my companions?" asked Sarion, retracting his knightly salute.

"This is also a helpless move, all I can say is that your companions are safe, and you don't have to worry. With that, the magician gestured. From a room near the clearing, Bex and Morgan were brought out, and the many sword-wielding warriors standing beside them told Sarion that his recklessness would put his companions in danger.

"Sarion!" Becks was tied behind his back, the sturdy rope that bound his fat body a little lightly, and when he saw his best friend, Bex shouted, his eyes full of concern and worry. Morgan next to him also has the same treatment, but he is well-proportioned and does not feel strained by the bondage.

"Becks, Morgan, don't worry, they're targeting me, you'll be fine. Sarion comforted his companions, but his heart was looking at his enemies: a confident magician in front of him, a few scattered archers on the rooftops, warriors holding his companions captive, and perhaps hidden enemies. In this case, the power of approval cannot be used, and although the Hammer of Light can disperse attacks, there are houses everywhere for enemies to dodge. And even if you have companions and villagers nearby, you can't use such a lethal and powerful skill, how can this be good!

"Alright, we've met our companions, let's get started," the magician began to chant the incantation again.

Saarion frowned, and now he had to see the super move. With a loud shout, the paladin rushed out.

"Gather the fire!" With a roar from the magician, a much larger fireball blocked Sarion's path. The paladin swung his sword again in an attempt to shatter the fireball, but the fireball suddenly exploded before the blade arrived. Saarion swung his sword into the air, and the impact of the explosion caught him off guard, causing him to lose his center of gravity, staggering backwards, and feeling the soles of his feet slip again, and he fell heavily to the ground. After a while, the ground under his feet had condensed into a thin layer of ice, and the metal armor increased the slippery force of the ice, and Saarion had to stick his sword into the ice to stop his body from sliding on the ice.

"Thunder, lightning, I use my body as a medium, calling on you to bring it! Elves of lightning, thunder and thunder!" a powerful incantation was pronounced, and the magician pressed his hands on the ice, and the power of lightning shot out from his hands and spread rapidly on the ice. Sarion, who had just regained his center of gravity, had not yet pulled his sword out of the ice when he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, followed by a pain in his heart.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~h

The magician looked at the electrocuted knight, and secretly smug in his heart: "My lightning attack is a continuous spell damage that continuously consumes mana, and the effect of the electric shock will not be eliminated until I stop inputting mana." I now have enough mana to last until you're completely incapacitated. “

Saarion held back the pain, he tried to move his left hand, trying to grasp the hilt of the sword, but such a simple movement seemed so difficult at this time, the distance from his left hand to the hilt of the sword was only the width of the shoulder, but it was as if separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

"That's right, I can still retain a little consciousness at this time, it seems that this level is not enough, I want to increase the output of mana!" Seeing that Saarion showed signs of moving his left hand, the magician used force, and the effect of the electric shock increased greatly as the magic power expanded. "Ah~~!" the pain intensified, causing the left hand to stop moving completely, and the paladin clenched his teeth and let out a heart-rending moan from the bottom of his throat!