Siegel's face also changed at this time, and he nodded vigorously. With a flick of his fingers, he untied the long rope that bound him, and cast an attack deflection spell. A hazy halo shrouded the two of them, and from a distance they became blurry and unreal. This spell is not as resistant to ranged attacks as Protective Arrows, but it has the advantage of being able to deal with a wide range of situations.

The two slowed down their horses and took their weapons in their hands. Leah took off her bow and arrows, held them in her hands, and stood on the saddle. Despite the swaying of the horse's back, the elf stood as firmly and upright as a javelin.

"I think it's coming from the northwest. Leah judged which direction the wind was blowing, and looked in that direction.

There was a fork in the road, and the narrow road could only be passed by two-wheeled donkey carts, and only villagers and traveling merchants would walk on such a road. The two of them walked along the road and saw some red blood stains scattered on the pile of rocks on the left. The blood had not yet completely clotted, and the bits and pieces were connected in a long line that stretched into the woods by the river.

The leaves have long since fallen and the blades of grass wither in winter, so there is not much shade in the woods. However, the trees grew on the hillock, which was obscured by the terrain, and the other side of the hillock was out of view of the two men. With a wave of his wand and a spell, Siegel summoned two flame hounds and ordered them to rush into the woods in search of their enemies. Elf Lea kept an eye on the direction of the hounds, for fear that someone would ambush them behind the trunk and take them by surprise.

The hounds stepped over the dead grass, leaving a trail of burnt smoke. They enter the woods, jumping between tree trunks and dry bushes. There was no movement in the woods, and there did not seem to be an ambush. Leah gave Siegel a look. The two walked along the trail of blood together.

When they walked into the woods. The Flame Hound has spotted the target. Next to a large fallen tree. Two smashed corpses were lying there, the scene was bloody and tragic, and the strong smell of blood emanated from here. Large expanses of dark red blood soaked the ground around them, and an iron-clad wooden shield engraved with the Night Stalker and the twin swords was shattered, and the culprit for it was an orc battle axe, which was now stuck in the remains of the shield.

Two corpses, one of a human warrior wearing a chainmail shirt, had their heads smashed by a tree trunk. I can't tell the difference between appearance and age. He had two hands that gripped the broad waist of another corpse - an ogre, whose upper body had been flattened by trees and incapacitated to fight. However, his powerful regenerative physique kept him alive, his muscles wriggling, and he was trying to get out from under the trunk.

The elf looked at Siegel and said, "I'll leave this to you, and I won't have to bother." ”

Siegel orders the Flame Hound to go up and bite the trolls, and where the fire has burned, the wound cannot be restored. One of the flame hounds pounced, and the other suddenly gave a warning voice.

Follow the direction indicated by the hound. There was a faint sound of fighting and the neighing of horses. It seems that the battle is still going on on on the other side of the woods. Leaving the Flame Hound to clean up the corpses on the ground, the two men walked briskly forward. Soon they climbed to the top of the hill. Looking down from here, in the barren clearing at the edge of the forest, a scuffle is going on.

Eight men in brown and black bust armor, armed with greatswords or armed with flails and shields, are surrounded in the center with eight warriors. They were all wounded, and the white breath exhaled from exhaustion formed a shaking white mist in the air. Behind the walls of the city where they had formed their bodies, there was a pair of middle-aged men and women. The man's brown hair was messily attached to his face, and with the blood stains covering it, he couldn't see his face clearly. His leg was wounded, blood stained his blue pants red, and the woman was tearing off her white dress to bandage him. The knights faced a very unfavorable situation, but they were always shoulder to shoulder, with their full attention on the enemy in front of them.

Ten trolls.

These trolls are heavily armed, with black iron armor wrapped around their regenerative bodies, and their thick arms holding orc battle axes, which can fully display the fierceness and cruelty of this weapon. From time to time, they used this long-handled weapon to strike the greatsword of the opposite knight, making a crisp sound, and also depleting the opponent's physical strength by the way.

The real attack was the trolls on the periphery. It was noticeably larger than its counterparts, so it was impossible to find a suitable piece of armor and had to wear a chainmail shirt as a scarf. Instead of wielding an axe, the trolls held an iron staff topped in by a skull. With a word, he summoned a small hammer that glowed with blood above his head and slammed it into the besieged knights.

The hammer appears to be translucent, the size of a fist, and it doesn't seem to weigh much when floating in the air. But if you really get hit by a hammer, the force is not light. The iron-clad wooden shield made a dull sound, followed by a humming sound under the effect of the shock. The knight with the shield gritted his teeth, and even though his arm had been broken and the repeated attacks left him unconscious from below the elbow joint, he still had to raise the shield when necessary to defend his companion from danger.

There were corpses lying on the ground around it, some of them were trolls, but more of them belonged to humans. A few of them were wearing armor - also brown-and-black busts, but most of the others were civilians in civilian clothes. Siegel also saw the bodies of three women in skirts. There were a few fallen trolls around, their hands and feet broken, and blood flowed all over the ground. However, they are not completely dead, and the wounds on their bodies are constantly recovering.

"Help!" Leah and Siegel said in unison.

Swinging his wand, Siegel uses the core of the Rune Elemental Guardian to summon fire elemental energy, and removes his anger and killing intent, condensing it into the fire elemental, making it even more violent and dangerous. In this way, he can continue to think calmly and concentrate on preparing for the next spell.

Leah's attack is much simpler and straightforward, shooting arrows with a bow and aiming at the trolls with the skeletal iron staff. Elven spikes into its waist, which is not protected by chain mail. Blood splattered, and the spell condensed in the hands of the trolls failed. He looked viciously over the hill and spotted the two men who had come to reinforce them.

"There are reinforcements! everyone hold on!" shouted the brown-haired man who was being bandaged, "Don't give up, don't panic, the victory is ours!"

The Trolls Priest skeletal scepter waves in the air. Shout out. Ordered the warriors to rush forward. They would rather have the swordsman's weapon cleave on flesh and blood. Also exchange injuries for lives and kill the enemy as soon as possible.

The besieged people were suddenly under great pressure, and they did not dare to stab their weapons out easily, lest they would get stuck in the trolls' bones and not be able to pull them out, and then they would lose their last defensive strength. Therefore, the swordsmen tried to use the blocking technique to knock the enemy's weapons crooked, and then kept pushing the enemy to prevent them from rushing through the defensive line.

Siegel's fire elemental rushes towards the trolls. A bright red glow illuminated the entire battlefield, attracting the attention of the priest. Their innate fear of fire has led them to reduce the Elemental Protector to their most dangerous enemy. The priest shouted the name of the god and condensed the power of the god.

The mage heard his prayers and learned that the trolls priest believed in the god of murder. It is a deity condensed from cruelty, blood, and intrigue for the sole purpose of gaining a sense of accomplishment from the destruction of life.

The priests of the god of murder are one of the most terrifying of all priests, and it is said that their hands can easily extinguish the flames of life, and their breath can consume the souls of the living. In addition, they are proficient in necromancy, and even the undead created by mages are often taken away by them - it only takes a few words to speak.

The fire elemental lunged at the priest. And the trolls' incantation was also recited. A purple-red glow emanated from the tip of the skullstaff, enveloping the fire elemental. Siegel felt that the ability of the core of the magic weapon to attract elements was still there. However, the function of condensing into elemental warriors is blocked. The fire elemental turned into scattered flames, which were dispelled after only a few swings in the air.

The core of the gold and precious stone artifact fell on the stone floor with a crisp sound. The trolley priest is completely unmoved, his next spell is brewing.

Leah bent her bow and shot an arrow, heading straight for the priest's brow. The ironclad warrior who had prepared next to him smashed the arrow away with his axe and roared at the two Siegels. But it was not carried away, and remained by the priest's side, eyeing the enemy on the other side.

Siegel knew that he had lost the advantage of the surprise attack, so in the next battle, it would be a great loss to fight head-on. But as a mage, he has his own way. Place your hand on Leah's body and wave her wand with the other hand to summon the magical energy around her. He said softly, "Relax, don't try to resist magic." ”

There was a cloud of fire in the air, the incineration flame summoned by the priest of the god of murder. He shouted praises for the beauty of the slaughter and excitedly sings about the majesty of the gods. A bolt of lightning burst from the cloud of fire, followed by a purple-red pillar of fire that fell from the sky.

The mage smiled slightly, and his spell was completed. I saw that his and the elf's bodies emitted a milky white halo, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The pillar of fire struck down, only to burn black in the clearing.

This spell, called Arbitrary Gate, is a spell that teleports short distances within line of sight. Siegel moves with Leah the Elves to the side of the battlefield and hides behind trees. They regained their concealment, and once again had the advantage of sneak attacks.

The trolls shook their heads, looking around for the enemy. Behind each tree seemed to be a human and a mage, and he always seemed to see the phantom of his robes fluttering in the corner of his eye. The ironclad trolls shouted angrily, cursing at the timid foe, and using vicious language to try to make Siegel lose his cool. It was in vain, and the loud shouts drowned out the sound of Liarra's bow and arrows.

"Destroy the enemy!" Leah said softly with the longbow in her hand. The blessing from the moon god activated the power of the longbow, and it responded in a firm elven language: "Kill without mercy!"

Leah has set her target as the Trolls Priest, and the "Vow of Vengeance" will help her improve her shooting accuracy and become more powerful. The elf reached for the quiver, and Siegel's hand arrived faster than hers.

The mage recited the words and attached the power of the elements to the feathered arrows. While this strengthening does not last, it is enough to play an important role in this battle. The originally pure white feather arrow was dyed crimson, and the power of the essence of the fire element was condensed on it. Siegel deliberately controlled the process of casting the spell to avoid emitting obvious light, so as to maintain the advantage of the two of them hiding.

Leah drew three feathered arrows at a time and placed them on the bowstring at the same time. A longbow strengthened by Vendetta will be able to drive more feathered arrows without affecting their muzzle velocity in the slightest. The elf took a deep breath and aimed at the back of the trolls' priest's head.

It didn't know that death had loomed. (To be continued......)