The arrows glowing red through the dark environment of the jungle, past the soldiers on both sides of the canyon battlefield who were fighting hard, and then a stunned Forsaken soldier passed before his eyes, and the high-speed arrows even burned his eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The arrows were fired with furious energy at the Forsaken Necromancer.

Perhaps guided by some kind of power, the necromancer forcibly interrupted the shadow spell that had been formed in his hand, and in Harrow's somewhat shocked observation, this shadow energy was quickly withdrawn into a circle of rippling shadow shields, which appeared around the mage.

Then the red furious arrows struck hard.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion appeared in Harrow's line of sight, and the arrow struck the mage's shield with a violent explosion. The surrounding Forsaken soldiers were also shaken away, and the necromancer was surrounded by red energy, and a layer of red mist appeared around him.

Harrow hurriedly drew another ordinary feathered arrow, took his bow, took aim, and shot at the middle of the red mist.

At the same time, the Forsaken soldiers, who were supposed to defend them, also surrounded to protect and check on the necromancer.

A gentle breeze blew, and the red mist quickly dissipated.

The necromancer's recent situation appeared before Harrow's eyes.

The necromancer's left arm was blown up from the big arm, and the flesh and bone were linked to it, and a wand that had a shimmering light in his hand was also missing, and his other hand was blown off the entire palm, leaving only jagged flesh and bones.

This necromancer loses the ability to cast spells. He has no fingers to channel and gather magical energy, and no spell can be cast effectively.

Harrow breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little distressed.

He doesn't have many of this special feather arrow, and he is willing to use one every time he saves his life. These arrows are special energy arrows that have been enchanted by the mage, and they have a magic amplification on them, which can cause great damage.

He had used this feathered arrow, called the Explosive Arrow, to directly kill a necromancer of the Scourge Legion, and that mage was even blown to the bone.

Of course, he didn't have time to take precautions, and if he did, it would be hard to say.

Like the mage of the Forsaken, he even forcibly interrupted his original conglomerated spell and drained its energy to form a shadow shield to protect himself. As a result, they only lost the ability to cast spells, which is not a difficult task for these undead people, they just need to find an intact arm to replace it afterwards. For them, saving their lives is the most important thing.

Soon, in Harrow's sight, the necromancer of the Forsaken was shouting something. Once again, Harrow drew a normal feathered arrow and tried to aim it at him and burst his head, losing his ability to cast spells, and no magic could help him.

But this time, the necromancer was clever enough to hide among the soldiers around him who were protecting him, and he was tightly blocked by the soldiers holding the shields of Lordaeronta.

Harrow sighed and went to support the other targets.

Hamilton, covered in thick leaves, lowered the rate of his breathing, and lay dead in the grass, staring closely at the necromancer not far away, surrounded by undead soldiers.

In front of him, several Forsaken soldiers were on guard.

The soldiers of the Forsaken, they nervously scanned the woods. Just now, the person in charge of their operation, the noble necromancer, was almost devastated.

Against this backdrop, these Forsaken soldiers raised their vigilance in vain.

As a scout with a talent for assassination, Hamilton has patience, unlike Scarface's warrior. In his words, he kills people as art, and Scarface is just simple and crude, without any technical content.

Now lying on the grass, covered in leaves, under the cover of the surrounding jungle, he approached a vigilant soldier of the Forsaken.

The Forsaken soldier, he turned his head to observe the area he was responsible for, and everything seemed perfectly normal.

The moment he turned, before the other Forsaken soldiers could look away, Hamilton crept up from behind him, and it was hard to imagine how a 7.5-foot man could do such a silent movement.

He slowly reached out and wore a black glove on his left hand, smeared with something, thick and odorless. In his right hand he was holding a sharp dagger with a green glow, apparently poisoned on it.

He slammed the forsaken man's mouth and nose with the glove of his left hand, pressing him into his arms. The stench of the Forsaken soldier's body immediately poured into Hamilton's mouth and nose. He hurriedly closed his nostrils, and the dagger in his right hand pierced the back of the skull of the Forsaken soldier as if it were piercing tofu, and he gently turned the dagger in a circle.

The thick liquid from the black gloves poured into the mouth and nose of the Forsaken, and before he could make a sound, the dagger pierced the back of his head, and he died standing here without convulsing.

Hamilton gently leaned his body against a nearby tree, then bent over to the next Forsaken soldier.

After dealing with the three Forsaken Vigilant Soldiers in the same way, there are no undead soldiers left in this area from Lilin for the time being.

Hamilton was only 10 yards away from the Forsaken Necromancer, who was standing on the avenue outside the jungle, protected by six elite Forsaken soldiers armed with tower shields.

The situation was a bit tricky, and Hamilton pondered how he could kill the necromancer.

In the battle against the Scourge, the Crusader warriors have learned a lesson. If you encounter a necromancer, kill it as soon as you can, otherwise you will have endless troubles.

They will always unleash all kinds of weird magic in all kinds of places you don't think of. And what the soldiers hate the most is that they can pull your newly dead comrades up and turn them into their minions when they turn around, allowing them to attack themselves. This made the soldiers feel extremely sad in the face of the attack of their comrades, and they would not spare their hands until they killed their comrades again.

The Forsaken soldiers on the frontal battlefield are slowly becoming scarcer. With the help of the Scout Squad, the three non-commissioned officers led the remaining recruits who still had the courage to fight back and began to lay siege to the other Forsaken soldiers, leaving them exhausted by attacks from all directions.

However, the remaining Forsaken soldiers were all experienced veterans, and they began to advance and retreat in well-founded groups to defend themselves against attacks from all over the world, and for a time the recruits could not eat them.

"Do you want to go!" The sergeant was still fighting the soldier led by the Forsaken.

"Your situation is not very good!" The sergeant sarcastically said that he was still a little anxious about the situation on this side, but he didn't expect to unexpectedly kill a group of humans to help them, which made him overjoyed, and at the same time, he was completely relaxed.

"Humph!" The leader of the Forsaken on the other side didn't speak, he snorted coldly, and intensified his attack.

The sergeant continued to sarcastically say as he resisted the attack, "It seems that you are going to stay here today, and this will be your resting place." Oh no, it's your second resting place! ”

He was greeted by an increasingly fierce attack from the leader of the Forsaken.

The sergeant was so happy that he stood firmly in the block and waited for his chance.

In the jungle, Sergeant Mina came out with a meat shield Steven, and some recruits rushed out with him. In the Crusaders, they are kind to the recruits, and they will not execute you directly because you are afraid, the Crusaders will give you the opportunity to see blood, and if you can adapt, then you will become a qualified front-line fighter.

If not, then you can only go to the logistics wing and do some manual work such as washing, feeding, cooking, and carrying, which will not only be slow to be promoted, but will also end up with some bad titles.

The addition of these people caused the Forsaken soldiers to make mistakes and be killed on the spot.

The leading Forsaken was held back by the sergeant, and the mage in charge in the distance cowered under the protection of the elite undead warriors, but did not leave.

Hamilton still lay on his stomach in the grass waiting for his chance, staring at the mage and the undead warriors around him, trying to come up with a way to do both. You can either kill this necromancer or retreat completely.

But right away, the opportunity came.

The necromancer of the Forsaken instructed the three guards around him to rescue the leader of the Forsaken, leaving only three undead warriors by his side.

Once the three guards had entered the battlefield, Sergeant Hamilton gently pulled a round metal ball from his backpack and aimed for the jungle not far away.

Soon there was a sharp sound where the metal ball fell, as if something was roaring there.

The four undead all turned their heads to look at each other, and one of the guards walked over to that side.

This is probably my best chance.

Hamilton stood up lightly, and before they could turn around, he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the necromancer beside the two guards, trying to kill him.

A silver phantasmagion pulled out from his back and headed straight at the mage.

But his appearance was also discovered by the two guards for the first time.

The two guards killed one after the other, blocking his direction.

Hamilton drew his own weapon, a one-handed sword, and a dagger.

The undead guard slashed at Hamilton, who was sprinting at high speed, and he deftly dodged it, and the undead's one-handed sword slashed hard at the ground, splashing countless dirt.

The second necromancer covered the mage behind him, his tower shield tightly guarding the necromancer from attacking, and he waited for the previous guard to reflexively attack.

No chance.

Hamilton thought helplessly that he needed to evacuate as soon as possible.