This was Mira's first encounter with a magic weapon.

The emaciated man at the head swung his sword around in the air, and instead of directly pounced on Henry, he swung a blow from a distance of several meters.

"Bang-boom!!"

This is the magic of the wind attribute.

"Oops!" Minna's exclamation sounded next to her, and before she could react, she saw that the huge wind pressure directly swept up the dirt and dust on the ground, and she and several other people next to her could only cover their eyes to avoid losing their vision, and Henry's situation was naturally more critical.

"Ding-" However, with the help of the sand and dust created by magic, the emaciated man who wanted to kill the other party instantly narrowed the distance, but when he actually leaned over, what he saw was not a panicked junior mercenary, but the blade of a shining sword.

"Bump boom!--!" A half-sword and a big sword clashed, as an elite, emaciated purple brand mercenary could not make that kind of defenseless mistake. Like all masters should do, he broke away with one blow without being sure that he would kill the enemy.

"Bang-" The other three also stopped, and the emaciated purple-card mercenary rolled over and stepped back behind him, opening up the distance.

Henry still maintained his sword-swinging posture, the smoke cleared, and the other six looked at him eagerly, the sage unscathed, and all of them had the same questions as the four purple-card mercenaries standing opposite.

"How did you do that...... "The emaciated man began, and when he saw Henry's face peeking out of the smoke, the answer was given, and the mercenary's face became serious.

"Close your eyes......" muttered another purple-branded mercenary next to him, and as soon as the words fell, the sage on the other side, who was still wielding his sword, slowly opened his eyes.

......The corners of the emaciated man's eyes twitched, closing his eyes was indeed an excellent plan to combat this - but the problem was that his initial movements were extremely deceptive, closing the distance and then turning back quickly using the wind pressure attack followed by a second closer attack, this series of actions was tempered, but in a second, how did this person react and accurately judge his position to intercept......

"François of the dust, so it seems that he is the assassin of Sivaliers. The identity was revealed, but François did not react much, most of the mercenaries of the purple card are veterans of the battlefield, and their weapons are very representative, so there is nothing surprising to be recognized.

What kept him and the other three companions in front of him was the Sage's actions just now—the instincts forged by a thousand battles told them that this guy was far more powerful than he seemed on the surface.

-- New programmes need to be developed.

François glanced back at his companion, and they understood each other's thoughts without words, so the next moment the four of them moved again, the emaciated squad leader rushed straight towards Henry, while the other three scattered and attacked the six behind him.

"Tapering tactics. Henry's eyes were still calm, and the judgment of these men was quite mature and decisive. Although at first glance, the sage's side had the advantage in numbers, but from the reaction to the magic weapon just now, it could already be seen that the combat effectiveness of the other six people was only average.

Therefore, in this case, the decision made by the purple mercenaries was to have the most powerful François entangle Henry, while the others took the opportunity to kill the other six, and finally surrounded the sage with a numerical advantage.

Make the most of your strengths, and take a step-by-step cautious action to keep the situation under your control—sound familiar? Yes, these mercenaries are calculating what our sages are often doing.

-- And the difference between them.

- Henry didn't need to take control of the situation through actions, everything was under his control from the beginning.

"Snap-ding-ding-"

Three against six, although they have just shown their inexperience, Prince Edward is not an animal to be slaughtered. "Ding-" The sword clashed, and Edward and Edgar stopped the attack of the three purple mercenaries in front, while Minna and Mira retreated to the rear, staying near the carriage to prevent the horses from fleeing with supplies in fear.

The aristocratic knights of Avenella, who had been trained in martial arts, had a numerical advantage and were barely able to get to a tie with the Purple mercenaries, while on the other side, Henri and François faced off again after only three encounters.

The sound of weapons clashing behind him continued, but the two people in front of him were slow to make a move.

- Henry did not take the initiative to attack because he was concerned about his companions behind him, and if he attacked, he would have to leave his current position, and in case of any emergency, he would not be able to rush back to support in the first place.

François, on the other hand, was carefully considering the way to attack a fourth after three failed attempts.

Henry's superiority in both physique and weaponry, coupled with his previous judgment and experience, the emaciated mercenary team leader knew that he could die if he fought the opponent even once.

But his tall body and massive weapons brought more than just an advantage, François sank down, and he planned to use his speed advantage once again to close the distance and inflict heavy damage on his opponent in a series of attacks that were unable to react quickly.

――The question was just how to get closer, and the sand and dust created by the wind pressure during the first attack was already a surprise, but Henry still reacted in time. François thought that a man of this level of combat ability could not be unknown, but no matter how much he tried to emaciate the mercenary leader, he could not find an answer—and he would never find an answer.

"Boom-boom-"

The air seemed to be torn apart by something in an instant, and François, who had only been distracted for a thousandth of a second, eagerly crossed the magic sword in his hand and blocked the attack path of the great sword like white lightning.

'Why did he take the initiative!' the emaciated mercenary leader's mind was filled with this thought for a moment, and the smaller one-and-a-half sword in his hand creaked under the pressure of Henry's greatsword - even though it was an expensive magic longsword, it was still vulnerable to larger weapons.

"Damn!" François scolded, Henry's way of exerting his power was very skillful, his great sword was firmly pressed against his head and did not slide away, coupled with the advantage of angle and physique, the sage easily suppressed the emaciated mercenary - 'It is not good for itself to stalemate' François judged this fact, and then keenly felt that the pressure exerted by Henry on his sword was a little less.

"It's an opportunity—" The mercenary leader seized the gap and let go of his left hand, and his body retreated to the right rear, while his right hand first struggled to go up, and then drew his long sword.

With a serious expression, he was about to pull away and attack again, but the next second he felt a tingling pain in his chest.

"Puff-"

The heart and the left lobe of the lungs were penetrated.

The blood from the broken internal organs choked on the trachea, causing the mercenary leader to cough incessantly, and he stared blankly at Henry, his eyes full of questions.

"Hara, that's you...... You did it on purpose. "I thought I had seized the moment when the opponent's strength was slackened, and I thought that the slow attack speed of a big sword of this size could take advantage of the opponent's speed disadvantage to deliver a fatal blow after drawing the long sword.

calmly and calmly calculate all the details, not letting go of every flaw exposed by the opponent, but in the end, he has always been only under the control of the other party.

"Poof-" The sword fell to the ground, the blood from his mouth stained his face and teeth red, Henry drew his broadsword, and François fell to the ground.

"Wait......" The sound of gold and iron continued behind him, and Henry turned to support him, when the dying François stopped him.

"It's ...... Sheer...... Gap in experience. "The leader of the mercenaries with his heart pierced held on with astonishing perseverance, and the blood that flowed wildly from the wound soaked the land and his clothes, and the blood on his face disappeared at a very high rate.

"You...... Who the hell is it? His body began to twitch, and before Henry could reply, he exhaled his last breath and lost his breath.

“......”

"Henry, Mel, you can call me a sage. The sage crouched down and covered his eyelids with two fingers for the unscrupulous mercenary leader, then turned and joined the battlefield behind him.

"Bang-bang-"

"When-stab-smack-"

The fatal wounds were avoided, and the three young guards knights all had a lot of scratches on their bodies, only Edward was still safe, but His Royal Highness the Prince was already out of breath at the moment.

Although he has participated in many knightly competitions and has personally killed the enemy, in the absence of plate armor defense and no war horses, like an ordinary low-level mercenary wearing only clothes made of linen and holding a one-and-a-half-long sword, the difficulty of the battle is incomparable.

Armor can never give you a numerical absolute survival guarantee, they only reduce the weaknesses that are all over your body to just a few places.

In the case of not wearing armor, being touched anywhere by a sharp weapon will cause serious injury, which directly leads to the fact that the requirements for body movement consciousness in the fighting state without armor are much higher than those in the case of armor. The reason why several young knights of Avenella, who were accustomed to wearing armor, suffered a lot of damage was because they did not have the consciousness of mercenaries to desperately avoid all attacks, but always habitually approached each other, wanting to "be attacked several times in exchange for the opportunity to attack the opponent".

This style of combat is beyond reproach when wearing plate armor, because it is not as flexible as without armor, and it is common to use one's defensive advantage to close the distance against the opponent's attacks. However, when there is no armor, he habitually wants to close the distance, and the direct result is that the attack does not work, and he is also damaged.

Although because of the advantage in numbers and excellent cooperation, the four of them can temporarily help each other without being fatally injured, but the pain caused by large and small wounds affects the mind, coupled with the consumption of physical strength, it is still not optimistic.

- Henry noticed this when he launched an attack on François, and although he did not look back, the sage's years of combat experience had allowed him to "see six ways and hear eight directions" as he literally put it.

The rapid breathing, the interval between attacks, the loudness of the clashing of weapons, the screams of pain, the chaotic or orderly footsteps, just as every human movement in the wild environment will interfere with the natural environment and leave a perceptible trace, in the urgent and urgent battle, all movement is also crucial.

But not everyone can do this, and being distracted on the battlefield is the biggest factor that can kill you, which is why François didn't expect Henry to take the initiative to attack - for him, he was already exhausted by being fully absorbed in the fight with this man.

The mercenary boss wasn't wrong.

It's just a mere experience gap.

After Henry joined the battlefield from the rear and disrupted the rhythm of the three purple mercenaries, the well-trained Prince Edward did not miss this opportunity, and the remaining three were quickly stabbed to death by a flaw.

The combat ability of the elite-level mercenaries cannot be underestimated, and the four of them, who are physically and mentally exhausted, sit on the ground and breathe in a big gulp of air, while Mira and Minna next to the carriage also let out a long breath.

"Take up arms. ”

But their hearts had not yet been completely relaxed, and Henry's words forced everyone to lift their spirits.

“......”

Directly at the bend of the canyon opposite, next to the carriage that had stopped on the ground, a dense group of mercenaries appeared.

At least, there were at least twenty or thirty people.

"......" They looked at the four purple-branded mercenaries lying on the ground on one side, and they were a little silent.

Most of the people in this group are blue-carded, a few are orange-carded, and some are green-card mercenaries who obviously don't know anything.

"It seems that we are too dangerous, and we have formed an alliance temporarily. Prince Edward stood beside Henry, controlling his breathing and trying to calm his fast-beating heart.

"Hmm. The sage turned his head and looked at Mira.

......There was a nervous look on the girl's face, but she also understood that facing this number of enemies required everyone to enter the battle.

Minna drew her sword, and the seven of them stood together, while the mercenaries on the other side looked left and right, and they all drew their weapons.

"Kill!!" the group of mercenaries, mostly on horseback, shouted in a scrambled lingua franca in a variety of accents.

"Up. The sage on the other side just spat out a short but powerful word.

......

R: Thank you for your encouragement, you were so thoughtful that it brought tears to my eyes.