ps: Rolling for collection recommended Sanjiang tickets. I couldn't get on the author's section just now, and it's even late. There's another update, but maybe tonight or tomorrow morning.

The cold wind puffed up the mage's white cloak, causing it to flutter in the air like a flying white butterfly, and a few long strands of wool that had been strung off found a chance to raise and mingle with Orlando's silver tinsel hair.

Low, cumbersome spells erupted from the mage's lips, accompanied by the impact of the cold lips, causing a powerful and mysterious force to condense at the tip of the staff. The wounded officer immediately shouted for his men to back off, and the mercenaries became faster, closing the distance between them and the Quaid after a few breaths.

"Stinky clouds. The mage spoke out loud the name of the spell in lingua franca. The black powder from his hand burned, mixing with the bubbling green liquid in a long vessel, forming a thick yellow smoke that eventually condensed into a dark yellow cloud at the top of the staff. Under the mage's control, the stenching yellow cloud slowly moved in the cold wind, and finally shook like falling leaves to envelop the Quaid warriors who were still rushing forward.

"Let the enemy suffocate and get lost in the rancid stench. Orlando whispered lightly, and then started a new spell again. Relying only on a level 3 support spell, these mercenaries could not defeat the strong and savage Quaids.

The sudden stench of the Quaid caused a panic among the Quaids, who hurriedly covered their mouths and noses before rushing forward. But the dark yellow fog made it impossible for them to see the road and the enemy, and every time they tried to break out of the clouds, they were always hit hard by mercenaries. These Terran warriors were indeed inferior to the Quaids in strength and fighting skills, but they were skilled in the use of bows and crossbows.

The chaotic array of arrows into the stinking clouds took a toll on the Quaids, but it only made the brave warriors even more furious. Except for the three or four warriors who screamed and were shot down, the other Quaid warriors quickly rushed back to kill. Because the dark yellow stinking cloud is being blown away by the cold wind at an alarming rate, it is thin enough to pierce it with its eyes after a few breaths.

"Fight, Quaid!" After the madness, Riga roared and rushed towards the mercenaries who had set up the array. The Terrans immediately aimed their horned bows and crossbows at him, firing a dense stream of arrows like a torrential rain.

The wide double-edged axe in his hand swung horizontally, and the hunter used it to cover his face and chest. With the clamming of bells, several feeble arrows fell, but two of them hit him in the arms and thighs. The madness had numbed the Quaid's muscles, but the steel arrows still felt pinprick pain when they pierced their bodies.

"Shirag!" With a low, powerful cry from his chest, Riga crashed his entire body into the ranks of mercenaries. Two Terrans holding a skinned wooden shield in front of them tumbled into the tent in the camp like a stone that had been ejected, and they were lucky enough to escape Avne's kiss, but the shooters behind them were slaughtered by the hunters.

The Quaid slashed out their tomahawks with such force that they didn't even have time to remove the arrows from their bodies. The sharp blade of the axe screeched and sliced throats one after another, and in the bloom of hot blood, the mercenaries who had not put down their horned bows were powerless to fall. The spilled hot blood melted the snow, and then stained the frozen ground red. The other mercenaries tried to surround the Riga with their shields, but the warriors who followed the hunter rushed over and knocked them down in layers of defense.

Seeing the Quaid cut down their men to the ground one by one, the officer standing beside Mage Orlando was immediately frightened. "Master Mage, shall we step back a bit?" he said, his cheeks, flushed from exertion during the battle, turned pale, and he cautiously spoke to the mage who was reciting the incantation.

But Orlando didn't react, he was still shaking his lips seriously and earnestly, reciting the intricate syllables one by one. A few drops of cold sweat broke out on the officer's forehead, and he wanted to forcibly interrupt the mage's spell and take the honorable employer away. But the guard, who had been following the Terran mage, stepped forward and drew his sharp weapon from the belt around his waist.

"Disturb the master's spellcaster, die!" the cold, short words squeezed out of his chest, and one of the guards aimed the tip of his sword at the officer's chest. The sharp blade of the sword was attached to the light chain mail, and the flickering light on the blue sword made the officer's heart shrink. Then he took two slow steps back. "Don't worry, I won't hurt the mage. ”

The ranks of mercenaries had been completely torn apart by the Quaids, like a thick soup of meat and pontant, and the two were mixed evenly, leaving the warriors to swing their weapons at every enemy they saw. Painless and weary, Rriga wielded his battle axe and slashed through every mercenary that came his way, until he saw Orlando, a Terran mage protected in the middle by two guards.

"Murderer of the sorcerer! Let the people of Hirag grant you death. The Quaid roared and slammed into the ground. The blades of the tomahawk tore through the air, with a howl that seemed to come from the underworld. One of the guards immediately rushed forward and swung his sword to hold the battle axe. But in an instant, he retreated again and again, and finally fell on the snow.

"Ice Wall Technique!" Watching the guards who were protecting him be repulsed, the mage finally ended the lengthy spell. He pinned the tip of the bottom of his staff to the snow, and then unleashed a magic that had just been prepared. In front of the running Riga, a white wall of ice suddenly rises, blocking the hunter's direction.

As if it were a clumsy ice rhino, the frenzied Quaid couldn't stop at all, and he slammed into the thick ice with a glittering blue light, causing it to make a violent loud noise. Two breaths later, when Riga staggered to his senses, he could identify the scar on his forehead from the touch, and feel the shattered ice slag in the blurred flesh.

When her vision returned to her jewel-like blue pupils, Riga immediately found herself trapped in a small space. He was surrounded by towering walls of ice, making it difficult to even move his body inside.

"Ice Storm!" The mage who trapped the hunter with the ice wall did not stop, and then unleashed the magic of the spell slot with full memory. A small cloud of snow formed above the Quaid's head, and the cold wind stirred by the magic blows hard, rolling up snowflakes as sharp as blades and smashing them at Rigga. "Estel bless, let the cold rob the enemy of all the warmth. The mage roared loudly, shaking the mercenaries' morale and fending off the Quaid warriors even harder.

It's a pity that in the corner where the mage can't see, the snowflakes that fall from the sky don't show as much lethality as its might. Snowflakes with sharp jagged edges cut through the Quid and struck hard at his cloak, but they couldn't cut through the tough cave lionskin. It wasn't without effect, though, as the snowflakes quickly piled up on the hunter's body, quickly leaving him buried in a snowdrift.

The small space left by the ice wall prevented the Quaid from moving too violently, but thankfully he was able to reach out and pull out the arrow that was still stuck in his body. The self-healing ability of the madness had closed the wound a bit, so when Riga made a move, a large stream of blood immediately poured out of the re-torn wound and stained the coat red. A biting cold wind immediately poured through the wound, but the stiff muscles made the hunter unable to feel the damage caused by the cold. He swung his tomahawk vigorously in the small space, slashing at the thick wall of ice again and again.

Having lost his furious bravery, Riga slashed in front, and the Quaid warrior's momentum immediately stalled. The influx of mercenaries, armed with sophisticated weapons and sturdy armor, gradually surrounded the Quaids.

"Burst of flame!" the mage once again showed his strength as a level 7 spellcaster, and a huge ball of fire appeared at the top of the staff, scorching the surroundings as it was tossed by Orlando towards the Quaid crowd. The flames exploded at the upper end of the crowd like a rain of fire. The heat brought large swaths of the Quaid to their knees, and they tumbled with all their might, trying to extinguish the flames in the snow. Even a few of the nearby mercenaries were implicated, and they fell into the snow with a cry of pain, waiting for their companions to bury the snow in the fire.

The remaining Quaids did not give up their struggle, they still raised their weapons, fearlessly charging at the crossbows and horned bows. Just as the mercenaries tried to end the lives of the Quaids with their arrows, the screams from the mages made them flinch.

A turquoise arrow flew out of the hidden forest, stabbing Orlando in the chest like lightning. As if it had life, the turquoise color attached to the arrow flowed, making the weapon faster. The triangular cluster of arrows made of steel eventually landed in the mage's chest, causing Orlando to fall to the ground screaming and burying his face deep in the snow before the two guards could barely react.

"Who is it?" the officer shouted in fear, and then he got the answer from the approaching figure. The broad cyan cloak danced in the cold wind, clung to the body of the visitor as it spread the wavy creases to the edges. In his hand he held a lavish and beautiful gray metal bow with a large dust-treated ruby in the center. The hilt of the bow curved in an inconspicuous arc, but it was surrounded by a silver dragon carved in metal. At the dragon's slightly outstretched wings was an identical steel-piercing arrow, and at this moment, the shimmering metallic arrow was faintly aimed in the direction of the officer.

"Seradir!, you despicable traitor, how dare you attack us with the Quaids. Cold sweat ran down the officer's forehead and eventually tucked into the beard at his chin. He was afraid of the half-elves on the other side of him shooting arrows, but he still asked in a trembling stern tone.

"I am not the betrayer. The half-elf replied to the mercenary directly, and then he pulled the half-open bowstring apart and shot an arrow at the officer. The triangular arrow easily tore open the throat and shot through the mercenary's neck, causing the officer to fall to the snow in surprise, with words too late to speak in his chest.

The appearance and attack of the half-elves completely crumbled the morale of the mercenaries. Some of them were still shooting arrows at the Quaids, but many more had fled backwards. "Fight, the ice will kill every escapee. A brown-haired mercenary stepped forward and shouted, but in the blink of an eye, he was shot through the neck by the half-elf.

Just when everyone thought the battle was about to end, a flying flaming arrow struck the half-elf hard, causing him to fall to the ground with a muffled grunt. "Esther, thank you for the reminder. A familiar voice sounded on the battlefield, and then the guy shrouded in white magic robes sneered, "Pathetic bastard, all your calculations have vanished in front of your strength. ”