El's mind had always wondered why Prologis had allowed himself to lead the force instead of Palanti, and now he understood at least part of it. (Starter)

"Did I just say let her hear the arrows and then attack?" El asked, turning his head to the black knight behind him, his eyes glazed.

"It's not your fault, sir. The black knight nodded in surprise, his face full of sympathy: "Even if you don't give the order, she will rush forward." ”

"Isn't she a soldier?" El, still in disbelief, had the impression that the biggest difference between the regular army of Isttalon and the mercenaries was the strict discipline. Soldiers make it their duty to obey orders, and the warriors of Istalon are even more proud of it. In the case of the army behind him, both the city defense and the black knights obeyed his leadership unconditionally because of Pros's orders.

"You don't think so...... Does Palanti look a little like Lord Pross?" the black knight gritted his teeth and whispered into El's ear.

"What do you mean?" ...... El gasped, and a hundred alpacas sped past him. This is ridiculous, I didn't expect that the seemingly iron-faced selfless and ruthless guy could actually do such a thing?

"It's not a secret, everybody knows it. The black knight knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw Elle's shocked expression, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "Sir, let's go up, if something goes wrong, how can you explain to Lord Pross?"

"He won't discipline the child himself, let me confess a fart!"

El came back to his senses and couldn't help but feel inexplicably sad and indignant. He had already carefully designed a plan to attack the east and west, wanting to annihilate the enemy with the slightest loss, and draw a perfect end to the experience of commanding an army for the first time in his life, but because of such an unreliable bear child, all the plans lost their meaning.

"Get on your horse, follow me!" he shouted, drawing the axe from his waist, jumping on his horse.

When El's first arrow hit the magic golem, Ciro, who was hiding in the shadows, sneered and smiled brightly. He knew that the opponent's marksman would definitely be the first target to kill, so he prepared early. After the arrow was fired, the position of the sharpshooter was revealed, and he himself turned into the shadows, and the offensive and defensive forces immediately reversed.

It wasn't known how the marksman had managed to get so close around the magic alarm and the thief's sentry, but it was more convenient for him to cast his magic. Ciro whispered a few incantations, and a phantus of a white spider web appeared on the tip of his fingers, he had locked on to the position of the marksman, and it only took two seconds to release the spider web to bind him, and then a fireball spell to call it a day.

With such a beautiful thought, the syllables in his mouth had been recited, and the spells on his fingertips were ready to be launched, but at the last moment, Ciro's face suddenly changed, and he forcibly twisted the last syllable against the danger of magic backlash, and released the spider web technique in his hand directly in front of him.

He faintly heard the sound of whirring air breaking towards him, so he subconsciously changed the effect of the spell, and his cautious personality once again saved his life. The moment the spider web opened, the tent he was hiding in sliced open and split in two with a hiss.

Without a reaction from either side, a small figure followed the arrow into the center of the bandits' camp, and the foil in her hand was twice as fast as hers.

Also a swordsman with light weapons, Luthor's swordsmanship is more ornate than powerful, more like a repertoire for court performances. The same foil has a very different power in Palanti's hands.

There are no cumbersome tricks, no dazzling sword lights, and the foil in Palanti's hand has only the simplest moves, but the speed reaches a frightening level.

After the magician's stand-in puppet fell, Palanti also made the most accurate judgment at the first time. She didn't feel the fluctuations of magic, but with her natural instincts, she locked onto the tent behind him, and rushed straight towards her target without hesitation.

The thieves who were blocking the road only saw sharp arrows flying by, and then the figure flashed, and they were swept in the face by the wind and sand that they were carrying. When they reacted and remembered to fight back, they found that their bodies had lost their strength. One by one, they clutched their necks and fell to the ground.

Palanti pressed her foil to her chest and slid out of the tent in an eerie position close to the ground. She raised her wrist and flicked it slightly, and the tent where the magician was hiding suddenly tore apart, like cheese cut by a dinner knife. Not only the tent, but also the bedding and miscellaneous items in the tent were neatly separated under this sword.

The sword was so powerful, but it didn't have the desired effect. Palanti saw the sorcerer's figure, and at the same time saw the white cobwebs in front of her. This magically generated cobweb can be said to be an inferior copy of the Earthwalker spider silk, soft and greasy, full of toughness, and difficult to injure by swords. Only the power of magic or natural fire can effectively destroy it, and neither of these Palanti can do so.

"Cut. Lori Knight tested the strength of the cobwebs a little, and then recognized the reality in front of him, couldn't help but snort coldly, and pulled back and flew back. But in such a buffer time, the magician on the opposite side also prepared a second spell.

"Frost Nova!" Ciro gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the staff in his hand slammed on the ground, and an arc-shaped blue ring of ice erupted from under his feet, exploding in all directions.

Although the speed of Palanti's retreat was fast, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the spell's spread, and was swept by the blue ice ring, and a thick layer of frost condensed on his body in an instant, and he couldn't move anymore.

The indiscriminate range attack froze the thieves who rushed over next to him, but Ciro didn't care too much at this time, the opponent's marksman had not yet appeared, and a silver-rank assassin no less than GLP appeared, which made him feel very troubled. Under the threat of the marksman, he didn't dare to use spells that required a long chant, so he could only use the instant spells that had been stored in advance to solve the problem in front of him first.

Although the assassin in front of him had been limited by the Frost Nova, Ciro didn't dare to be careless, he had seen many idiot mage apprentices standing in place rubbing fireballs killed by their frozen targets, so naturally they would not make such a low-level mistake. Against an Assassin who eats with speed, all attacks must be aimed at limiting his mobility.

The frost on Palanti's body only lasted for a breath before it began to shatter, but before she could get out of danger, a huge magical palm stretched out of thin air in front of her, grabbed her young body in the palm of her hand, and threw it into the sky.

The Hand of Magic is not considered a high-level spell, but for experienced mages, this spell can work beyond imagination. Like now, the spell itself didn't do any damage to Palanti, but it threw her far away. No matter how good the agility of the Lori Knight is, it is difficult to maintain balance in the night when the vision is dim, and if you are unlucky, you may be able to break your neck.

At the same time as throwing away Palanti, Ciro also frantically put all kinds of magic shields on himself, he could feel that he had been firmly locked by the marksman, but this time he arranged the arrow protection position in advance, and he felt a little confident in his heart. As soon as the opponent fires another arrow, he can relocate the opponent's position, and then blast them to death with the most violent magic.

When he had taken all the precautions, he looked up and found that there was no need to lock, the figure of the Isttalon cavalry had rushed out of the darkness, and the sharpshooter rushed to the front, riding on his horse and drawing his bow and pointing in his direction.

"Fools who can only charge!" Ciro laughed, pressing his hands forward, and a wall of fire erupted from the trench on the outskirts of the bandits' camp, blocking the knights' path.

He saw the sharpshooter loosen his bowstring at him, and he couldn't help but have a sneering look on his face. With all the protective magic on his body now, even if he is besieged, he can last at least five minutes, and five minutes is enough for him to burn all of them......

Ciro couldn't help but let out a smug laugh at the crazy thoughts of killing his enemies, but his laughter stopped abruptly as soon as he left his lips.

"Demon Breaking Arrow?!" the magician screamed in horror like a pig killing a pig, and resounded throughout the battlefield.

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