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The crows that swooped down mainly relied on their sharp beaks and sharp claws to attack, and the beaks and claws of these crows all had a faint curse of weakness, although the effect was equivalent to nothing, but this faint curse of weakness could be stacked, if it could be stacked all the time, it could at most weaken a person's combat power to less than half of the original, and this weakening could turn a battle-hardened warrior into a helpless waste.

However, at the beginning, these warriors of the Silver Legion didn't feel any pressure at all, the average strength of the entire legion warriors was around the third order, and it was quite easy to deal with these little crows that were not even a first order, and in the face of these flocks of paired crows, as long as one hand protected their heads and the other hand held a sword, they could kill and kill, and every swing would make several black crows fall from the sky, and then the crows would turn into black mist and dissipate after falling to the ground.

Soveris couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he found that the combat power of these crows was extremely low, and then asked Freud who opened the magic hood to be more relieved, the duration of crows like this kind of magic is generally not long, and it seems that such a large amount of magic expenditure is not supported by a magician, it should be achieved by a group of spellcasters of many spells.

Then Solveris gave an order to all the Silver Radiant Legion, "Don't be nervous, these crows are very weak, be careful not to be hurt to the point, focus on preserving strength, kill as much as you can, don't waste too much strength on these crows." Of course, this command was transmitted through magic, and the crow's irritating voice never stopped, and few people could hear Sawiris without magic.

This news made many of the soldiers of the Silver Radiance Legion breathe a sigh of relief, after all, no matter how weak these crows are, their numbers can completely fill this loophole, and they can completely use the number to pile up the entire Silver Radiance Legion.

Ten minutes later, the sky and ground were still covered in a black crow patch, and all the soldiers of the Silver Legion could hear was the constant flapping of crows' wings and the crow's cry, interspersed with one or two screams.

"Freud, didn't you say that these crows would disappear soon, and why are they still the same as they were at the beginning?" Soveris began to ask about Freud, and by this time the frailty curse attached to the crows had taken on a significant effect. Not to mention the others, even Sawiris has been caught by the crow several times and has a feeling of weakening a little, but because of the long battle, Solveris just regarded him as a decline in his physical fitness and did not pay too much attention to it.

Freud These mages are considered to be some of the best in condition among the thousands, and the shield formed by mana firmly guards the various mages, such as those earth magicians even built a small fortress to protect hundreds of warriors from the attack of the crows, although the magic consumption is relatively large, but the mages can be said to be unharmed.

"If I'm not mistaken, the other party's mages are still casting spells, and there are definitely not a few of them, and maybe some special items are used to support this magic. Floyd replied in a hurry, and then condensed an ice blade to slash down a small group of crows that were frantically attacking the magic hood.

"How long will it be, we'll all die here without the undead, these damn crows will drain the last bit of our strength and peck us into a skeleton of bones, and make sure your bones are absolutely clean. ”

And just when Sawiris complained like this, the crows suddenly all flew towards the sky, and then in the sky it became a large dark cloud composed of crows, and before the people below could catch their breath, the crows swooped down again, and this dive successfully took the lives of many warriors, and there were not a few warriors who lost their lives because of a brief sigh of relief, and these warriors were also the ones who were the most weakened before.

"Damn, these crows ......," Solveris roared, drowned out by the crows' chirping, like a small wave disappearing into the sea.

And thinking about this kind of chaotic situation is not suitable for mages, small magic is not lethal enough, and magic with enough lethality will hurt allies, such a situation is absolutely embarrassing for mages.

If the crows are still coming in like this, even Freud has to think about whether to only use defensive spells instead of attacking these crows, as for letting the mage group build a large defensive spell, it is basically impossible to do it, there is not so much time for the mages to chant, and the mages who maintain their defense now rely on some low-level spells instead of high-level spells.

"The god of radiance is above, give me the authority of the light, and dispel the darkness!" Just as Soveris frowned and tried to think as he slashed the oncoming crow, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and even the shrill crow could not stop the words from the crisp voice.

The soldiers of the Silver Legion who were shrouded in crows and could not see a trace of light only felt that their eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a bright little sun in the sky that was constantly releasing light, and the light shone on the crow's body only brought bursts of black smoke, like a flock of crows that had been hit and hissed towards the sudden flutter, and continued to decompose and reorganize on the way forward.

And when the crow flew not far from the little sun, it had turned into a black crow the size of a person, and all the crows that were constantly emitting black fog up and down shot towards the little sun like a sharp arrow, leaving a passage composed of black fog behind them.

At this time, the center of the little sun bloomed with a more intense light, and a long sword burning with silver-white flames poked out of the small sun, and the long sword waved slightly, slashing down in the direction where the crow flew.

The crow's left wing was cut off in half, and the black wings burned with silver-white flames, and the crow still shot at the little sun, "Fool!" The crisp voice was sarcastic, and a not very large shield slapped on the crow's head and slapped him away.