The whole battle began to turn into a stage of wrestling between the two sides, and although the mercenaries and guards on the convoy side were mixed, they were well equipped. Even if the other party is well-trained, it is helpless to meet these battle-hardened guards, so they can only rely on skillful cooperation to find opportunities. The magician who originally seemed to think that he could stabilize this side flashed a trace of surprise when he saw that the team was actually equipped with priests and magicians. After fighting for a long time, the two magicians on the other side began to get anxious. Wei Lin and the others in the rear could see at a glance that the battle situation was still tilting towards their side.

Davian couldn't bear it, seeing that he was trapped for a long time and did nothing, he took a deep breath, and suddenly squeezed over there with his physical advantage. Davion, who opened the way with his shield, did not kill the enemy, but silently counted the distance to the magician.

Calculating the distance, Davion came to a halt. In fact, it was really impossible to move forward, and his obvious attempt instantly attracted the attention of the archers. In this short period of more than ten meters, Davian had several wounds on his body. Davion pretended to give up the attack, his black eyes hiding under his scattered, blood-stained bangs. No one could guess what he would do next, and the two veterans in front of him just smiled coldly, gestured to each other, and then began to move in both directions.

They struck at the same time, two long swords pointed at Davion's wrists. Davion was not slow to react, and his shield and longsword quickly blocked in both directions, just as they expected. In the next moment, the two companions behind him will stab their spears into the body of the enemy in front of them, just as they have cooperated for so many years.

However, the man, as they wished, removed the shield and revealed the flaw in the middle. But they were greeted by monstrous fury!

Davion decided to do it as soon as they pounced. Although his scarcity of experience made it impossible for him to judge what they were going to do, it didn't stop him from using the magic in his body. Davion took a deep breath, his short black hair slowly floated up, and he violently exhaled a breath of dragon breath in the direction of the magician.

The blazing flames instantly engulfed the two enemies who were about to sneak attack, and they disappeared from this world without even letting out a scream. Even the two people who were in a stalemate with Davian on both sides immediately jumped to the side after being stained with the flames, trying their best to prepare to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but this time the flames seemed to be extremely difficult to extinguish.

When the magician saw this breath, his face changed drastically. He never expected such a swordsman to possess such powerful magic. In a hurry, several magic items on his body lit up one after another, and several magic barriers were laid in front of him.

With a roar, the barrier in front of the magician cracked, and even one of the tail rings exploded. However, after all, it stopped Davian from trying his best to breathe out the dragons.

Unfortunately, when he saw his companion who was stained with this flame wailing and rolling on the ground, but could not extinguish the flames on his body, the magician's face was extremely ugly. These maggots-like flames seemed to be sticky, sticking to the flesh and skin of people, and even if they fell, the bright red flames that flowed like fluids made people secretly surprised.

The middle-aged magician sighed, then ...... He turned around and left!

For Davion, he was struck by the tragic scene before him even basked in the joy that the magician had receded. Compared to the tragedy of the first time he and Olesia saw the battlefield in Rock Ridge City before, this time he participated in it himself, and the experience felt naturally more intense. After all, living humans are different from those withered zombie skeletons and undead creatures full of carrion, especially in childhood education, these can not be regarded as their own kind at all, and there is no guilt at all for killing them, which is more of a rare honor in comparison.

And several people in front of him struggled in the flames, and the armor and leather clothes outside had already been turned into a layer of scrap iron and leather by the scorching flames, sticking to the skin, and then under the action of the injured person's own struggle and gravity, he took away a large piece of flesh and blood, and then he left the person helplessly, even on the ground was beating unwillingly.

The screaming, struggling, and crying meadow, the blood splattered and the scorching bones exposed, formed a shocking image. Before, Davion was bent on killing the enemy, only thinking about killing the magician, so he rushed forward without distraction, and at this time, the enemy was defeated, and as soon as he calmed down, he saw this picture, and immediately stood on the spot, even if part of it was caused by his own hands.

In the gap where he was standing, several attacks landed on him at a rapid pace. Fortunately, Priest paid a lot of attention to him, and with a wave of his hands, he used the little magic he had left to unleash the last healing spell on Davion.

Davion was drawn back by a scream. It's not that the scream is miserable, but the content of the scream makes him a little at a loss.

"What the fuck, don't you know how to look at it? It's burned to Lao Tzu, oops, it hurts to death!"

"Damn, are you the devil? what kind of magic is this, how can this strange flame be so hard to extinguish. ”

Davian looked at the direction from which the screams came from with great guilt, presumably the breath accidentally hurt his own people, but there was nothing he could do, once the dragon's breath spewed out, even a small stain was enough to tear off a piece of flesh. I've only heard of how powerful and terrifying the dragon's breath is, but I've never heard a story of a dragon that breathes out and can swallow it back.

Guilt welled up in Davion's heart, and the excitement just now was immediately overshadowed, and the fear was much less along the way. It's just that Davian is also powerless at the moment, so he can only stand in place, his mouth open, but he doesn't know what to say. Several people immediately gathered around the two of them, who seemed to be mercenaries together, and they all glared at him angrily at this time.

But not many people here paid attention to so many details, and when Xiulis saw that the magician was defeated, he immediately lifted his spirits, waved his hand, raised his sword to defeat the enemy, and prepared to defeat it in one fell swoop. Charles silently commanded the guards of the Joseph family, but the originally chaotic situation suddenly appeared on a part of the orderly front. Indeed, as people say, Charles has a certain ability in this regard, and the attendants everywhere he refers to are all obedient, which shows the high prestige. However, Charles on the battlefield and Charles in peacetime were like two people, he kept the phrase silence a rare virtue in mind, rarely spoke, just silently observed and commanded the battle situation, and all the guards were used to his gestures. Under his command, the guards regrouped and slowly advanced like a mountain.

At this time, the bandits saw that the situation was wrong, and they could only retreat, and no matter how fierce the robbers were, they would not try to touch the well-trained army. It's a pity that these people cooperated well when attacking, and after being killed at this time, there were also many loopholes when retreating, and many people were busy fleeing for their lives, and there was no longer that kind of fierce atmosphere. Except for a few people who were able to maintain a rare ferocity during the retreat, and also wounded many people to cover the retreat of their companions, the rest began to retreat desperately, without hiding their vital points. At this moment, they were caught by the people here, and naturally they were not merciless, and after leaving behind a dozen corpses, everyone retreated into the forest.

With a wave of Charles's spear, a line of archers quickly moved to the front, taking advantage of the favorable terrain, and the cold arrows pointed silently at the woods, which still smelled of blood. The rest of the group began to pick up the pieces as quickly as they could, and several bottles of magic potions were quickly handed to the priest, and even Priest got two bottles. He was not hypocritical, he quickly drank it, closed his eyes and began to recover his magic power.

Davian stood on the spot, looking embarrassed and didn't know what to do. He wanted to help but was afraid of being blamed, saying that he was evading responsibility, but he didn't have the courage to go over and take a look, and stayed where he was for a long time, and found that this didn't seem to be good, so he only bent down and silently cleaned the battlefield nearby, but his heart was beating like a thousand giant drums.

"Hey, aren't you going to compensate our brother?"

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Davion's least wanted voice to appear. Davion had no choice but to slowly straighten up, with a stiff smile on his face that he didn't even want to believe.

"I ...... I didn't mean that, I was just thinking about repelling each other, may the Lord bless you with your recovery. Davian, who had never dealt with this kind of thing, could only explain at this time.

"Repulsion? Do you mean to repel at the expense of wounding your comrades? Oh, praise the Lord, that we have people like you in our ranks. The man waved his hand exaggeratedly and accused Davian, even more full of fighting spirit than he had just fought.

Davian's face flushed, one hand kneading the handle of the shield back and forth, sweat flowing down his arm and converging in his palm. He even felt that he could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, and his originally agile body was now as stiff as a rock, and his exposed skin felt like being pricked by a needle.

"Why don't you speak, do you think you alone can control the tide of battle?" said the man unrelentingly. Judging by his outfit, he should be an ordinary swordsman. It's just that looking at him at this time, he is clean and neat, and his face is neat, and it is estimated that his kung fu is all on his lips, not in the previous fight. "Do you think you're very powerful? Did you know that Lord Gogel and Master Goliath are both level 7 warriors, do you know what it means to be a level 7 warrior, huh?" He still looked at Davion very carefully, although there was a thick disdain in his tone, but if he, a level 3 or 4 warrior, really wanted to fight against Davion, who could use such magic, he would probably turn around and run away as soon as possible, with the fastest speed in his life.