The loud sound of an explosion echoed in Riga's dusty ears, and the burning gate reflected in the pure, blue pupils of an alpine lake. The impact was as strong as a landslide, and the hunter's head seemed to be filled with tattered cotton wool, swaying lightly in the air but not falling to the ground.

Some of the Quaid warriors climbed the wall, while others confusedly began to search for the Terran mage. It wasn't until Riga was hit the shoulder that he suddenly began to gasp like a drowning man pulled out of a stream. The muscular chest vibrated exaggeratedly and expanded and contracted like a brummer's skin, and the hunter sucked the scorching cold air back into his warm, moist lungs one by one.

"Ahem. As if she was about to spit out her internal organs, Riga, who was choked by the smell, lay on her stomach on the trough where the dwarf ** was eating, and coughed violently. It wasn't until he splashed the water, which had been covered with thin ice, on his face and poured it down his throat, that the pain began to dissipate.

Turning to sit on the ground, the hunter pulled his throat like a fish thrown ashore and took a few breaths of air, gradually settling down. He wiped the muddy water from his face with his hands in a little panic, flipped his Adam's apple up and down a few times, and then pulled out the iron sword given by the wizard from the belt around his waist.

Aiming the sword at his face, the hunter looked at the shadow reflected from the sword, and his panicked heart finally returned to normal.

The Terran mage unleashed the lightning that destroyed the gate and disappeared from the sight of the Quaid warriors, causing the chaotic and angry warriors to begin to search every corner like a ground ploughing worm. And when Riga accidentally raised his iron sword, the figure of the enemy was reflected on the shiny sword.

The Terran mage flew slowly in the sky like a bird, and the bitter north wind blew his thin body to the ground, but it had no tendency to fall. The mage had also suffered a lot of damage from the magic just now, his shirt sewn from fine linen and velvet was covered with black-gray dirt and scorch marks, and the magic shield that had swirled around his body had been worn down to only two sides, fragile as if it could be pierced with a finger.

"He's in the sky! Archers! shoot him. The hunter immediately puffed out his chest and shouted. He couldn't let the mage who hurt his people go, just as the Terran mercenaries wouldn't give up their assault on the Quid tribe.

The roar of the beast drowned out the cacophony of the tribe, and almost all the Quaids heard the hunter's voice and raised their heads in their own accustomia. "It's the mage!" "Kill him!" There was a pause in silence among the tribes, and then, amid a cacophony of roars, a dozen wooden bows shot arrows of rage and hatred.

The panicked Terran mage swayed left and right in the air, knowing that the two remaining thin shields would not be able to stop the arrows, so the cunning foe swung down from the sky. Like a gentle swan feather, the mage landed gently but quickly, unleashing several new magical shields for himself in the process.

"Kill him!" the chief roared as he jumped up and stood on a sleigh. This caused the surrounding warriors to charge forward fearlessly as if they had drunk a potion. But the Quaids soon stopped, as the Terran mages saw the sorcerer who had fallen to the ground and quickly grabbed him to his chest.

The wizard who had unleashed half of the fourth-level divine magic was now weak and only had one breath left, and when he was caught by the mage, the old man's hands hung down, and the bone staff that never left his hand also fell to the ground and mixed with several messy weapons.

"Kill him!" the chief then roared angrily, regardless of whether the wizard was still alive.

"Get out of the way!" the Terran pressed the tip of the staff to the wizard's gaunt white head, causing the milky white gem to tremble with his breath. "Or I'll kill him! My magic will shatter the old man's head. ”

The wizard had already fallen into a coma, and only a trace of his life force was drained by divine magic, and although his heart was still beating for the time being, his old and frail appearance had already made the Quaid warriors around him think that the wizard was dead.

"I won't give you another chance to desecrate the wizard's corpse!" the chief growled as he shook his long, reddish-brown beard again, as his snow-bear-like body squeezed out of the crowd. With two layers of tough leather armor on his chest and an iron-black infantry helmet on his head that covered most of his head, Sparin swelled like a wild bear that had just begun to hibernate.

The Terran mage immediately cursed in a low voice, leaving the wizard's body behind and running, while the staff waved and blessed himself with the 'Swift Technique'. The pale cyan wind element wrapped around his ankles, making the mage a little faster than the agile Terran warrior just now.

Quaid archers quickly shot wooden arrows, but the fluttering arrows could only land behind the enemy, and the mage's speed made them all miscalculate where the arrows would land. In the chase of a dozen or so Quaid warriors, the mage ran towards the gate in confusion. He was too tired to breathe, but the mage persevered, knowing that there would be a companion outside the door to answer him.

Rriga rushed to the wizard's lying body, bent on her knees. In the last throw of the Terran mage, the old man's vitality finally came to an end. The cold crept up his thin body along the ground and clothes, causing the wizard's extraordinarily old skin to quickly turn blue.

"The Guru will surely be smiling and praying for us in the temple of the Fury. Two apprentice wizards in black cloaks approached, gently and respectfully picked up the old man's body, and carried the serene wizard into a nearby house amid the hunter's reluctance.

As soon as the wizard's body was removed, Riga threw a frustrated punch into the snow. A gentle breeze kicked up the snow around it, revealing half of the wizard's bone staff buried in the ground. The hunter slowly reached out and pulled it out, only to find that the bone staff had broken into several pieces. The broken branches spread on the ground trembled with the whistling of the north wind, as if they were pouring out the unwillingness and helplessness of life.

"In the name of the god of madness, wizard, I will continue the task you have given me. Picking up a small piece of broken bone and holding it in his hand, the hunter with red-eyed eyes swore secretly. His fist was clenched so hard that the broken bones pierced his palm. Riga stood up with her iron sword in hand, her eyes bewildered by smoke and heat squinting at the fleeing mage.

The chief followed closely behind the Terran mage with his weapon raised, and the bronze sledgehammer in his hand was swung several times, but it was always dodged by the dexterous mage, as if he were the illegitimate child of Lady Luck. Just as Sparin was about to lose his rage, an arrow from a distance stopped him.

The archer who had attacked the wizard finally shot a second arrow. Ice-blue iron arrows shot in from outside the camp, just past the gate where the upper half had been lost, and struck the chief in the chest.

The chieftain, who had no magical resistance, immediately snorted and stepped back, dropping the hammer and clasping his hands to his chest. The mouth covered by the reddish-brown beard still wanted to speak, but the cold and pain made it shake only a few times. Powerful and sharp enchanted iron arrows pierced through the chieftain's two layers of leather armor and into his chest, and the biting cold made him stiff and unable to walk. He fell weakly to the ground, and could only watch as the Terran mage easily caught the rope that had been thrown at him, and then was pulled out by the rope like a hanging pumpkin.

The fallen chief was immediately held up by two Quaid warriors, and a wizard apprentice quickly trotted up to him, holding in his hand the clean sackcloth he had used to stop the bleeding and bandage him.

As soon as the mage left the gate, he hid in the corner of the wall, waiting for the attack of the mercenaries outside. Amid the cacophony of shouts and shouts, the Terran mercenaries who were lying in ambush outside the camp finally rushed into the circle no more than a hundred yards from the wall. Dense figures appeared in the eyes of the Quaid people on the wall, these strong foes brandished their weapons like a pile of ants rushing towards the fragile mound. The dozen warriors at the front were the most threatening, wearing chain armor that was difficult to penetrate with wooden arrows, and carrying large pine shields more than a man high. Carefully guarded by them was a group of strong men, who had no shields and no weapons drawn, but who carried a stout trunk with a sharpened front on their shoulders, and knew at a glance that it was prepared to knock the broken gate open.

Without the command of the chieftain and the sorcerer, the Quaids in the camp were able to start attacking in confusion. Less than two dozen Quaid archers shot outward, and the wooden arrows with clusters of stone arrows couldn't hurt a few mercenaries. The Terran warriors were protected by well-made leather armor and metal helmets.

"Go to the wall! go up to the wall!" Riga shouted as she grabbed a log and rushed to the broken gate. In order to survive and continue the wizard's wishes, he can only temporarily command these chaotic warriors. "Attack the enemy outside, and some others will stand up to the gate with me!"

"Craftsman, craftsman!" After having a commander, many of the old soldiers finally returned to their normal state. It was as if they had returned to their brutal mercenary careers, shouting and defensive.

A large number of warriors rushed up the wall with bows and arrows, while about two dozen warriors followed Riga to carry logs and use them against the wooden gates. At the same time, the warriors of the tribe who knew some carpenter's skills also rushed forward, and did not hesitate to fix these supports with metal nails.

"Bow out!" "Shoot!" The defenses on the fence gradually became neat, and under the command of the old warrior 'Graybeard', the archer was finally able to shoot arrows neatly and deal damage to those Terran mercenaries.

The brutal ice kept every Quaid on their toes, and after about twenty breaths the women and elders of the tribe took up arms and rushed over. The Quaid gathered more and more behind the walls and gates, causing their counterattacks to grow sharper and sharper, and wooden arrows whistled out, stabbing at the rapidly approaching Terrans.

Arrows flew back and forth, and the mercenaries under the city also began to counterattack. They possess advanced longbows and crossbows, powerful weapons that inflict great damage on the Quaids, dwindling the number of archers on the walls.