The fossil is mud, and in the magic net is the spell of the five rings, which can only be regarded as the introduction of a high-level mage...... Although it does take quite a lot of magic and control power to turn the flat sand and stone into the finest and softest mud in an instant, it only takes a levitation technique to get rid of it, and it is even more wishful thinking to let the powerful Sword Saint or Great Knight be trapped.

But maintaining balance is a person's instinct, so whether it is a mage or a warrior, they will often be the first to solve this trouble, rather than choose to continue to stand in the slippery mud with an unstable foothold. So, this is the most effective means of delaying time.

Just delay a breath.

The four figures that were approaching had suddenly erupted at the moment when the quagmire was formed, and the arc-like four flying axes pierced through the thin rain curtain, and the intersecting lines were located!

The Krurod people's axe is a very simple half-arc, not particularly heavy, but it is a weapon refined to fight against the beasts flowing down from the central mountain range, as long as the throwing power is enough, a hundred feet can penetrate the tower shield and enter the iron armor for half an inch, even if ordinary people use the steel shield to block, they will be shocked by the huge force. The coordination between the two throws is extremely skillful, and even if you dodge the first wave of strangulation, you will inevitably be hit by the second wave!

Ding Ding Ding Ding. Puff puff!

The crisp metal clash alternated with a dull crash sound, and it rang eight times in quick succession. The golden color of the match turned slightly in the air, pouring like water, and the eight axes had already drawn eight abrupt lines in the air, sinking into the soft mud of the ground like a bird with broken wings.

But this is still only a prelude.

At the same time as the four tall men decibels threw the flying axes in their left and right hands, their bodies also rushed forward. A faint halo of magic flickered on their boots, allowing them to step on the surface of the soft mud as if they were stepping on solid rock, their tall bodies pressed down. The impact speed that bursts out using the muscles of the chest and abdomen is not much slower than that of a throwing axe!

Although most people often think of giant swords, broadswords, and armor when they see strong barbarians...... It's as if those bulky things are the standard for matching muscles. But in fact, the truly well-trained flesh is often quite flexible, and the tall giants wield daggers. There is often more indomitable ferocity!

When the golden sword struck down eight throwing axes, it was crossed by two one-foot-long daggers, the daggers were very short. It was also easier to exert force, and the fine serrations on it were made to clasp the blade, and the two tall warriors also used their bodies to block the white-robed sword-wielding man, one left and one right, while the other two castrated unabated. Crashed straight into the four. The one who was dressed in a black burqa and was the shortest of the tallest.

The white-haired man, the white-robed man, were too dangerous, neither the archmage nor the sword master could be defeated by the melee raid of two warriors...... So, apart from the shepherd boy who seemed to be inconsequential at all, their weaknesses. That's the guy --

There were no fluctuations in magic, and the slender hands and feet that occasionally showed didn't seem to be very good at fighting. The child-like thin figure even stumbled a little between the movements, but it was carefully maintained in the middle by those two people...... The four killers, who had been mixed in with the group of warriors who had suddenly defected for some reason, had found a flaw in their confidence.

The two daggers were from top to bottom, straight to the side of the neck, the blades were dull, and they seemed to be nothing in the flickering light and shadow of the torches on a rainy night, but as long as they were slashed by the blades, the magic of the sharp arts could tear through the roughest skin, the most flexible blood vessels, and the hardest bones, even with the treatment of magic, would have to lose a lot of blood, enough to kill.

The eyes of the two killers showed a hint of success at the same time, just as they thought, the moment the blade stabbed, the white-haired young man was still subconsciously pulling his feet out of the mud, and he hadn't even turned his gaze. The little figure only raised its head slightly, as if it didn't understand what was going to happen to him.

So the speed of the blade slowed down...... Killing an opponent means not being able to deal with Juggernaut's wrath, and holding chips hostage is the best option for negotiation. But at the moment of such thought in their hearts, the small black hood had been slightly raised, sending a very cute thin smile into their hearts.

The voice was crisp and childish, but the two barbarians couldn't help but be stunned at the same time—like an icy chill piercing their spinal cords and making their hands tremble subconsciously.

The consciousness was divided and gathered again, but the dagger in his hand stopped in mid-air.

In the small black robe, two hands stretched out, and four fingers were erected on both hands, small, as soft and smooth as boiled egg whites, but when the thin four fingers were slightly closed, somehow, the two blades that were originally pierced to the neck were already pinched in it.

Then the two savages found themselves as if they had stabbed themselves into the steel.

Although the ability to excel is hand-to-hand combat, these two barbarian warriors are undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the entire Krurod, and the short blades in their hands are the best of the magic weapons...... The blade was not completely immobile, but there was a kind of toughness and elasticity, which dissolved all the power they put on it, and the muscles on the four thick arms of the two people were tense, and they even arched their waists, allowing the mud and water on the ground to slide under their feet, but the blade did not even advance an inch!

So the two of them didn't hesitate to let go and retreated, their leg bones chirped softly, and it only took a blink of an eye to go from forward to backward!

But it was too late.

The sharp pain in their wrists made their whole body slack off in an instant...... They looked down in surprise and saw that the two blades that belonged to them were slipping from the air, and the two hands that had been holding the blades had somehow grabbed their wrists and pulled them again......

A cloud-like vertigo followed, followed by sharp pain and a series of thin, incessant sounds that sent them into the darkness of death...... In the eyes of the person next to him, the short figure was just grinning. With their hands together, the tall and muscular bodies of the two warriors were thrown up like two dead vines, and they slammed into each other! The shoulders, chest and abdomen are so tightly fitted that there are no gaps, and finally there are two heads...... At this time, the crunch sound of clacking was mixed into the sound of a pocket filled with air being trampled.

Red, white, colorless juice and other tiny debris scattered all over the sky...... The heads of the two warriors burst open like watermelons, swaying them out into the sparse rain curtain.

And then. A qiē fell silent again.

The little black figure in the field of vision dropped the corpse in his hand, which had been twisted like a dead branch, and then looked up and grinned again. Revealing half of a childish and fair smiling face under the hood...... However, the innocent smile of the immature face was more and more reflected in the blood mixed with brains and bones in front of him, and the pungent fishy breath was like an invisible palm, tightly choking everyone's throat. Fear freezes everyone's mind like frost. No one seemed to think of anything other than holding their breath and backing away.

The crowd was like a tide, slowly opening a ring of gradually expanding hollows.

In the center of the hollow, the little girl looked left and right, as if she didn't understand why the crowd was evacuating, and then before she could figure out what was going on, the white-robed swordsman had already swept away the two frightened and inexplicable killers with a single sword, and the wind rushed over. He picked her up in his arms and examined her carefully, then whispered, "What the hell are you bastards doing?"

"Ah...... Let's go too far. This little one?"

The white-haired young man's rebuke made the white-haired young man smile wryly, and he reached out to scratch the little nose hidden under the black hood, which made the little girl unpleasantly reach out and scratch it randomly: "Excuse me for your father's difficulties...... Really, why do you learn this kind of thing so quickly and look like this? Isn't it good to learn to speak first if you have this energy? ”

If you don't think about the means, the two dead men on the ground are indeed the same as the cavalrymen before them, dying from the explosion of their heads by the impact of a huge force - but, of course, how to die is not the focus of discussion now...... So before the paladin raised his sword and slashed an irresponsible father in two, the unscrupulous guy raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, I also have my own considerations, I always think that shaman is a little weird, and besides, we need him to cooperate with us to get something done." ”

"I only see you playing tricks to provoke them, so that these ordinary people come out and die!

"They're not my sons, so why should I teach them to be smart?"

The quarrel is clearly not appropriate for the occasion at hand...... At least in this brief pause, the great shaman had already disappeared in place, replaced by a surge of magic that burst out of the surrounding tabernacles, and in the blink of an eye, it became the umbra of magical power, and the huge power instantly formed countless hidden energy paths, and there was a tearing explosion in the air.

"Don't you shed tears when you don't see the coffin? It's a good character, as a villain, you have to have a little bit of this spirit. ”

The Psychic Warlock raised his head slightly, his gaze falling on the darkness of the sky...... A layer of bright energy was gradually diffusing in the rain curtain, the rain was distorted and steamed, and the layers of light slowly converged into the flickering of runes, which were absorbed into the center of the sky. Vaguely constructed as a phantom of a huge, white tiger!

Very strong divine art, at least the power of the eight rings, but not for attacking. The energy that slowly spread outward swept through the space known as the 'Golden Horde', and infiltrated everyone in it, bringing them subtle excitement and reinforcement, so that some people screamed, some rejoiced, and in the chaos, everyone began to kneel down...... They prostrate themselves on the ground, tearfully chanting some kind of prayer to show their piety. The sound of this chant has become grand and neat in just a few breaths, and faintly, it is like the thunder rolling in the sky!

"The god of the mountains, that is the embodiment of the god of the mountains...... God, God has come!"

"My People ......"

The huge phantom lowered its head slightly in the air, and the indifferent cloud of light had filled its body at this moment, and two golden rays of light flashed in its eye sockets, giving it a certain kind of intelligence and grand majesty: "These people are not human, but devils with great power, but you need not panic. I will save you from peril!"

With this roar, the dark clouds rolled in the sky. Four lightning rays have followed!

The moment they came into contact with the four figures, the invisible tentacles of the mind rolled up, channeling the power of the thunder and lightning, and the lightning rumbled, blasting out a hole the size of four people on the ground, bringing up only flying dust. However, this non-lethal attack still caused a violent uproar among the surrounding people, both warriors and slaves. Almost at the same time, they raised their voices and roared strangely in rhyme, praising their 'power of the gods'!

"Kill the demons!"

"Divine power is infinite, divine grace is boundless!"

"I'm going to go...... It's creative. It's going to be a trick. ”

The Psychic Warlock raised an eyebrow. And at the same time. The paladin beside him snorted indignantly:

"Shameless!" she shouted with a raised voice. The clear voice pierced the thunderous phantom sound like a bell, and the scorching holy light then reflected the darkness around it, and the light rose from the ground like a sharp sword, piercing into the thick rain clouds in the sky, and in an instant, a golden red light was smeared in the clouds!

"He is deceiving you, controlling your spirits, which are not your gods at all. It's just a magical illusion!"

White light swam, erupting where her voice fell. Slowly outward, it flowed through the bodies of the surrounding warriors, dispelling the red light surging from their bodies......

However, the reaction of the warriors who had been relieved of their charm was only slightly stunned - they looked up at the holy luster that rushed into the sky, but the next moment they retreated as if they had been contaminated with poison! They rejoined the crowd of cheering and prostrating! They knelt and chanted, and even cursed, madly and pretentiously: "You don't want to deceive us! Go to death, you damned demon! God of the mountain, please descend your might! Destroy these demons......"

Airplanes!

The longbow flicked and trembled, and the paladin was stunned by the unexpected absurdity—in an instant, a cloud of arrows had risen from the distant formation, and swooped down towards the four of them!

As a paladin, Elena couldn't sit back and watch this continue, and the sword in her hand swirled around, deflecting a rain of arrows that approached her and potentially harmed the innocents around her...... Just to take care of the people around him, the position to be guarded against is almost more than three times larger, and between the sword winds, although most of the arrow rain has been bounced away, there are still a few stray arrows through the crowd, bringing a painful scream!

"Stop!"

The light followed the path of the blade, piercing straight into a tent on the outskirts of the square, and although she didn't have a thorough understanding of magic, Elena could barely guess that it was a node in the circle that maintained this illusion, and if it was destroyed, this rudimentary circle would be useless!

However, when the sword light forward, the phantom of the giant tiger roared suddenly!

"Protect my god!" dozens of warriors leaped abruptly in the roar...... Without hesitation, he rushed towards the sharp sword light! And in an instant, the strange sound of skin and bones being torn was piercing and sharp, and blood splattered everywhere!

"There is no point in defending fanatics, they only believe what they believe. ”

The Psychic Warlock sighed softly, and the anger in the Holy Warrior's expression couldn't help but raise a sense of absurdity in his heart—but just a few months ago, the girl in front of him was still one of the 'fanatics': "To them, the truth is nothing but sophistry...... Even if it's true, it doesn't make sense as long as they don't believe it...... It's just a farce, let's end it quickly. ”

"Huhuha...... Hurry up and finish?"

The simple conversation erupted in a piercing laugh, and the giant tiger in the air lowered its head slightly, its hoarse voice sounding closer to the howl of a beast. Although it is just a phantom of illusion structure, as the energy overflows, it has become more and more real and agile: "Stupid fellow, do you still think that your small strength can compete with my god?

"Kneel?"

The sneer of the telemancer passed through the huge shout, and the tremor of the air seemed to be subdued in an instant, leaving only his questioning—with a metallic indifference, sharp, that made all the listeners subconsciously tighten their bodies, and felt as if their hearts had been pierced into something, "Kneel...... Well, then, come and kneel......"

The pale and powerful hand was slowly raised, the palm was upward, and the four fingers that were brought together were flexibly bent. It's like summoning the most well-behaved pet.

However, the action was greeted by a horror that had nothing to do with the well-behaved - the apparition of the huge tiger slowly strode forward, but without attack, falling from the sky...... When the man reached forward, the huge tiger poked its head out and rubbed its forehead against the man's palm!

It's like a cat!

How is this possible?

"Who the hell are you...... How ......" a huge voice roared in the space, but it was obvious that he had forgotten that he needed to cooperate with the illusion: "This is impossible, the totem here is constructed with my power...... How can you possibly control it?" (To be continued......)