The sun dappled down in the woods. Even the midsummer midday sun was barely left after passing through the unusually luxuriant foliage. In the Demon Forest, even if it is on the edge, it will always be cold and damp.

More than thirty knights walked silently through the forest, most of them dressed in fine half-knight armor and carrying snowy axes and guns, and about half of them were still wearing longbows. This group of knights is none other than Rogge's "Dragons and Beauties" mercenary group. When it was still more than 200 miles away from Fort Cyrus, where thieves (or mercenaries) were entrenched, Kate, who had some military experience, led the team into the Demon Forest. After a painful day of marching through the forest, the mercenaries were less than 100 miles away from their destination. The journey went smoothly and there were no encounters with any fierce monsters, after all, the mercenaries were only operating at the edge of the forest.

The area around Fort Cyrus is quite mountainous, but mostly low. Due to its remote location, lack of property, and Ophilok's deliberate indulgence, Cyrus Fort was occupied for half a year without any care. It's just that it suffers the ordinary people in the surrounding areas. But this is all outdated information, and Rogge and the others finally have to rely on the map provided by Ophorok to conduct this reconnaissance.

In the afternoon, the mercenaries estimated that they were less than 70 miles away from Fort Cyrus, and were close to the patrol range of the opposing cavalry scouts. Kate gave the order, and the mercenaries opened up and slowly advanced in a scattered formation. The four veteran mercenaries jumped off their horses and quickly began to search forward.

At the back of the line was none other than Rog, dressed in black half-length knight armor. This fat man, who had not realized at all as a mage, still carried a short battle axe in his hand. The tomahawk adheres to the traditional gorgeous style of the "Hammer of the God of War", with beautiful lines, even making people feel delicate, with magical inscriptions engraved on the back of the axe, and a rare black crystal embedded in the handle of the axe. After seeing Rogge's appearance for the first time, the male-mouthed Franco said, "I don't think the Tomahawk Mage is funny." ”

Most mages are not very physical due to their years of immersion in magical texts and their exposure to various harmful substances (most parts of monsters are somewhat poisonous to humans), and wearing heavy armor is definitely a big burden. Moreover, metal has been shown to be a great obstacle to the accumulation of mana, and even if a mage stands still and wears full body armor, the chance of magic failure will exceed 50%. It's a matter of life and death in battle. For Rogge, neither was a problem. His mental power was too great, and it was so easy to harness that pitiful amount of magic. And I don't know if it's because the body is transformed, Rogge's spiritual power has very little loss in gathering magic power through metal, and with his magic power, which is only enough to send out third-level magic, even if he is sealed with a metal ball, he can still release magic.

Ever since he entered the Demon Forest, Rogge has often been in a trance. In his eyes, everything around him often turned into flat paintings, and all kinds of strange screams rang in his ears from time to time. Rogge looked around blankly, as if he were standing in front of a huge landscape painting, and several times he impulsively tried to pierce the layer of paper with his tomahawk to see what was behind it. It was as if he saw Kate coming up and whispering something to him, and he was like a fish in the water, seeing only the mouths of the people on the water, but not hearing what was being said.

Rog shook his head as hard as he could, as if he had broken a mirror, and the flat world shattered. Sounds, colors are back in this world. "Rog!! What's wrong with you??" Kate shook him hard. "I'm alright, what's wrong?" Rogge felt as tired as he had just beaten ten sluts. Kate stared at him for a moment before saying, "We have discovered the whereabouts of the opposing patrol, I think we had better ambush here and catch a few people to ask." ”

Kate found the patrol only 10 miles from the outer edge of the forest, with very clear horseshoe prints, a mixture of old and new, and in terms of numbers, a group of about 7 or 8 people. These marks indicate that a team of the same size often passes by the path, and perhaps the forest path was originally set foot by a patrol.

It was getting late, and the mercenaries rested in the forest for the night after setting up the trap. Early in the morning, Kate arranged for a new scout to look out at the edge of the forest, while the rest continued to rest. The people with extremely limited military knowledge actually didn't know how to ambush, but fortunately, a few of the hired mercenaries were quite familiar with this way, and they had a decent arrangement.

Last night, Rogge and the others discussed all night, thinking that this group of patrols might not be so simple, otherwise the two good men sent would not have disappeared. However, the discussion has come and gone, and apart from strengthening precautions, there has been no result.

After a night's rest, Rogge's energy was all restored. He stroked a green ring in his hand and whispered a activation spell, and a small, inconspicuous ball of light slowly formed and gradually rose into the sky. Rogge divided a little spiritual power into the ball of light, and as soon as another field of vision opened in front of him, as the ball of light slowly rose, it stabilized in the air of about ten meters. The magic of this wizard's eye is not very high-level, and it lasts for a very long time, making it a convenient scouting magic. However, the disadvantages are also prominent, mages need to constantly increase their attention, so mages do not care about maintaining this magic during battle. Another disadvantage is that fluctuations in this magic can be easily detected by another mage, often revealing the mage's location. And this is often a fatal threat to magicians.

A crisp birdsong came from the edge of the forest, and the mercenaries sitting on the ground jumped up one after another and entered the ambush position. The mercenaries' horses had already been placed 5 miles away, and the cavalry had no role in the forest. As the sound of horses' hooves gradually became clear, the palms of the aristocratic scum began to sweat. This is different from the previous fights, which are real. Rog didn't move, always observing his surroundings through the eyes of a wizard. The premise, of course, is that he is comfortable on a large tree with lush foliage.

Six scouts slowly walked down the path. The cavalrymen were all dressed in leather armor, wearing knights' swords, patrolling carelessly, talking and laughing, and it seemed that nothing had happened to them. The location of the patrol's leather armor on the chest used to be painted with some kind of mark, but now it has been scraped off. Rogge in the tree suddenly felt a palpitation, as if a poisonous snake had been eyeing him in the shadows. The fat man immediately withdrew his wizard's eye and closed his eyes instead, sensing the magic fluctuations around him with all his might. The fat man, who had excellent mental strength, immediately felt that there was a faint source of magic power coming from two miles away from the mercenaries. Judging from the fact that he was unaware of him with the wizard's eye just now, this magician has cast invisibility on himself, at least an intermediate mage.

Rogge was at a loss for a moment, his spiritual perception could only find out the general location of the other party, and the true eye that could crack the invisible was a fourth-level magic, and he couldn't release it now. But there will always be a way, the fat man thought about it, smiled gloomily, and took advantage of the fact that the mage was still a little far from here, he quickly discussed it with the nearest Etter, and disappeared into the forest with the agility unique to the monster.

The patrol knights were leisurely digesting their breakfast, but the view of the forest was not very good. They didn't care too much about their safety, after all, an intermediate mage was secretly protecting them. The rough-lined cavalry didn't think in the direction of the decoy. Several people talked about the young lonely village girl they met on patrol last month, from the white and tender skin, the slightly thick but powerful waist, the savory screams, and the wonderful struggle, especially the writhing of the waist, the silver laughter grew louder and louder.

Death always strikes when you least expect it. Suddenly flew out from the depths of the trees like locust arrows, twenty short bows, and three crossbows all aimed at the three cavalrymen walking in front. These patrol cavalry were quite skillful, and quickly fired arrows, but actually blocked a small half in a hurry. But each of the three people in front of him was hit by a few arrows and fell off his horse. The three cavalrymen who were not hit reacted quickly and quickly rushed into the woods, without giving the mercenaries a second chance to release their arrows.

The mercenaries threw down their bows and arrows, drew their swords and began hand-to-hand combat. The patrol knights are all good at martial arts, especially one with a giant sword. He rode his horse nimbly around the two trees, rushed to the middle of the three mercenaries who had just drawn their swords, and the greatsword was raised, sweeping down one mercenary, and then stabbing the second mercenary with lightning speed. The mercenary raised his sword, and when the long sword was swung away, he suddenly lost his soul, raised his left arm, and protected his heart with the knight's steel shield on his arm. The tip of the greatsword and the steel shield slashed a spark, making a tooth-aching sound. The curved shield forced the tip of the sword to slide to the side. The mercenary was rushed to the air by the huge momentum, and there was a light crisp cracking sound on his arm. Immediately, the Greatsword Knight sneered, his wrist shook, and the greatsword sank downward, stabbing a deep hole in the mercenary's thigh, which was not protected by steel armor.

The third mercenary turned around and hid behind a tree, and the greatsword knight swept his eyes and found that his armor was much more ornate, so he immediately put down the two wounded mercenaries and turned his horse to chase after him. That mercenary was none other than Lens, and at the moment his surname was in danger, and he showed an agility that was not inferior to that of a thief, and he walked around the trees, and the knights behind him could not catch up with him.

The other two cavalry patrols were not so lucky or skilled. One was chasing a mercenary on a horse, and suddenly two axes and guns came over the tree above his head, and he was frightened, and he lay on the horse in his hurry, clamping the horse's belly, and the war horse went out more than three meters away, which was considered to have escaped. However, another axe and spear struck silently from behind, easily slicing through the leather armor and almost halving him. Kate jumped lightly from the tree, and before she had time to examine the body, she quickly took the axe and gun to hide the place where the sound of the fight had come from. Another patrol cavalry patrol was surrounded by five mercenary regiments led by Etter. The tiger couldn't hold off the wolves, and soon he was slashed in the thigh by a mercenary from behind, and then slashed down by the sword.

The Greatsword Knight followed Lens two more times, and two screams from afar made him change his mind, turn his horse's head, and prepare to flee. His horse suddenly stood up, a crossbow bolt was stuck in his hip, and the knight was thrown off his horse. He rolled to his feet and found Kate in front of him with a blood-stained axe and gun. In the rear, Eteti's heavy sword also appeared. Franco, who was armed with a crossbow, and Lens, who was still struggling to escape just now, also appeared. The knight's palms were sweaty, and he cursed, "Where's that damn mage?"

The mage is not in a good position either. After spotting someone using the Wizard's Eye, he cast an invisibility spell and quickly and cautiously approached the battlefield. At this time, the sound of fighting sounded in the distance, and fortunately, he found a knight in bright armor thirty meters away in ambush in the woods, looking at the dressed man who looked like a commander. The magician was secretly pleased with his luck, and a bolt of lightning struck right on target. Seeing the knight fall with tiny sparks of electricity, the magician swaggered over. He believed in the power of his spells, not to mention that he had prepared a second lightning magic for backup.

The knight struggled to his feet again, and a second bolt of lightning struck him again. But this time the knight did not fall, but turned around, only a skull under his helmet, and occasionally flickered pale flames in his deep eye sockets, staring at the magician. The magician watched in horror, and the skeleton seemed to smile at him. The magician only felt a dry mouth and sweaty palms, and the instinct formed by years of fighting caused him to quickly activate the amulet he was wearing, and a white pillar of light rose from under his feet and then disappeared. But the invisible magic field had already covered the mage. The second-order spell "Magic Armor" is economical, practical, and easy to learn, and is definitely a must-have for mages to protect themselves when they go out on a trip.

He is already an intermediate magician, and he has to use the talisman to activate this second-level spell, and the main purpose is that he has to hurry up and chant the next spell. Time on the battlefield is the second life of the mage, the same mana, the same spell, the first one to recite will take the lead. Different people chant mantras at different times, after all, accents, language habits, and even whether or not you are in a good mood on the day can affect the performance of the mantra. As the mainland recognizes, it is impossible to become a master of magic with a stutter. However, spells are not always read as fast as possible, not to mention that the faster they are, the higher the probability of failure, the more advanced spell spells tend to be longer and more awkward, and the fact that many spells cannot be shortened by important syllables alone is a big problem. Which syllables can be shortened is often a magician's greatest secret, and even the closest disciples are not necessarily taught.

The magician's spell was quickly completed, and a summoning circle appeared on the ground, and in the glow of light, a magical creature was slowly taking shape. At this time, Rogge had quietly come from behind and slashed down at the magician with an axe. Seeing that the mage was about to be separated, Rogge felt as if the axe had suddenly slashed into a large piece of butter, and involuntarily tilted to the side. As a rookie who has not been touching the axe for a few days, he still can't control the axe that is cut out.

The magician was startled, and flashed sideways, but the tomahawk still cut a long bloody gash on his shoulder. Rogge flew up again, but changed his favorite teasing yin to sweeping the hall. Sure enough, he kicked the cotton pile again. However, a powerful kick still kicked the magician away.

"Roar!" A roar sounded behind Rogge, and Rogge looked back to see a black tiger ready to pounce. "Damn!" Rogge secretly called unlucky, after the successful melee combat, the magician had no fun to play, but he didn't expect his pet to be a rare combat type, and after Rogge put the armor on Fengyue's body, he only had a cloth shirt on his body. It doesn't look like it can block the teeth of the black tiger. "Whew", an axe and gun slashed at the black tiger from the air, and it turned out that Feng Yue finally rushed over with the heavy armor. The Black Tiger quickly shifted its target and pounced towards Fengyue.

Rog wiped a cold sweat, smirked and turned to the magician who was getting up from the ground, and slashed at it with an axe. Although protected by magical armor, how could that mage be the opponent of the brute force Rog? After several spells were interrupted, the magician gritted his teeth and smashed a colorful gem into his opponent. This hit Rogge's fate, Rogge's offensive slowed down, and he began to hesitate whether to pick up some points first to see the quality. Seeing that there was an opportunity, the magician tried to escape, but unexpectedly, a branch suddenly rose on the ground and tripped him over a big heel. The wounds on his body ached together, and the magician nearly fainted.

Feng Yue was at a disadvantage in the fight with the Black Tiger, this armor was too heavy, and the axe gun was not easy. For a skeleton with limited strength, the knight's equipment is not very suitable. Matching the level of the magician, this black tiger is quite experienced. It's a pity that its teeth can't help Rog's well-crafted steel armor. Compared with a few months ago, the Fengyue bones under him are well-proportioned and strong, the color is soft and bright, and the joints between the bones are dense and smooth, and it looks like a high-grade skeleton. After the fight with the black tiger so far, Feng Yue slashed the black tiger with an axe and cut off half of his tail at the cost of his exposed leg bones. The black tiger left several tooth marks and several cracks on Fengyue's thigh bone.

Feeling the faint sense of anxiety coming from the direction of Fengyue, Rogge remembered the battle situation over there and looked back. It was this distraction that a faint chanting sound came from behind him, and Rogge immediately turned around to see a scroll burning in the hands of the smirking magician, and a bowl-sized fireball was already in front of him. Rog had no choice but to cover his face with an axe and fall to the ground.

"Boom!" The majestic flames erupted. The black crystal on the hilt of Rog's axe hummed softly, and a shield with a faint black color protected Rogge in it. However, this shield could not completely block the fire, and the smell of barbecued meat spread through the forest. As for the magician, since he had already been seriously injured, he could not withstand the power of this fireball technique, and he had been burned to charcoal.

The Black Tiger returned to its space, and Fengyue also returned to the Otherworld due to Rogge's serious injury. Rogge, who exuded an alluring scent, struggled to get up and fell down again. Before fainting, he vowed never to let go of a reservoir dog again.

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