War never deviates by human will.

But the rhythm of war, will.

Anno's wild roar full of brutalism instantly attracted the situation of the entire southern battlefield - Sean's troops and the Ralaffle garrison are not in the same direction, as a coordinated force, they and the Ralaffle garrison are not at a small distance, at least now Shawn's side is completely invisible to the Ralaffe garrison, and because their side is closer to the south, the battlefield on their side is the southern battlefield, and the Ralaffle garrison is the northern battlefield.

At this moment, almost all the enemy archers lurking in the forest have all set their eyes on Anno, a big man, and the arrows beckoning to him have become more and more numerous, almost completely restraining his advance. A few Northland barbarians who followed Anno quickly ran over to protect Anno, but because they had only learned half of the flower formation, if they were not combined with other "gears", their defensive formation was actually full of loopholes.

In just such a short delay, Anno had two more arrows on his body, although it was not fatal, but it also slightly affected the play of combat effectiveness. And beside him, too, fell a Northland barbarian - the poor boy was just a young man who didn't look very old, no more than twenty years old anyway, and he blocked several feathered arrows from the right for Anno, but was coldly shot in the back of the head by an arrow, and died on the spot.

Watching the young man fall, the surrounding Northland barbarians did not show any resentment, and there was only a faint sadness in their eyes.

Anno knew the names of this young man, or rather, he remembered the names of more than 7,000 people in the entire tribe. The boy told him yesterday that he would become as great as him in the future, and Anno just laughed silly, and then told him that the real greatness was not himself, but Sean, and then the boy said that he would become a great man like Sean, so that all the Northland barbarians would never starve again.

What a simple teenager.

Yesterday's scene is still vivid. The hearty laughter doesn't seem to have died down. But today, it has become a corpse.

"Ahh

Anno let out a louder roar, like the roar of a furious beast, and then soon, all the Northland barbarians followed suit, and the sound shook the sky! Then, Anno pulled out all three arrows from his body—after the Battle of Bles Forest. All Northland barbarians have undergone a course in the knowledge of arrows, and if an arrow is hit on the battlefield, the most taboo thing is to break the arrow on the spot, especially if it is aimed at the ribs and the like.

Because if the arrows in these positions are violently broken, the arrows that enter the body can easily break the ribs if the bone marrow flows into the bloodstream. Then the thrombosis caused by it cannot be treated even by the priest. This is a disease of the human blood circulation, and to treat this kind of disease, which is close to the realm of the gods, is something that only high-ranking people such as gods or popes can do.

Therefore, on the battlefield of the Miracle Continent, the priests' divine skills are of course very important, especially the healing techniques of various wounds. But many times, they will choose to work part-time as a herbalist or something, which is to provide first aid to the injured who cannot be treated with divine magic.

It is also not advisable to forcibly pull out the arrows. Not to mention whether it will cause the first situation. The barbs of the arrowhead alone were pulled out and torn open the wound. It will cause an accelerated loss of blood, and even cause other diseases - in this world. Although there is no such thing as a bacterial infection, there is actually a lesion effect.

But at this moment, Anno obviously has no time to worry about this. With three blood arrows rushing out, Anno slammed the arrows to the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the torn wound, which dyed half of his body red almost instantly, and the accelerated loss of blood volume became a life-threatening talisman for Anno. But luckily, Anno felt like she didn't hurt her bones.

After the three arrows were pulled out, Anno's face also showed a rare look of hideousness.

The arrows were still raining down, completely blocking Anno's progress. And the enemy has become much more cunning, they don't shoot in fixed positions, they change positions almost every time they shoot one or two arrows, even if this way reduces the frequency of their shooting, but they are more numerous, and it seems as if nothing has changed, and the speed and frequency of the arrows are still so fast.

But why did Anno care?

With the mention of the spear, Anno stood up again, and the Northland barbarians around him followed suit. There were only nineteen of them left, and many of them were wounded, and they were also hit by several arrows, but like Anno, they forcibly pulled out the arrows without care, not thinking about what might happen next.

Then, Anno ran quickly towards the group of archers who had already been targeted by him.

Twenty barbarians of the Northlands rushed like twenty furious beasts, and they pursued their enemies in the forest of arrows and locusts in the midst of a forest of arrows and locusts. As William had asserted at the beginning, the pressure and threat of death from the arrows from three directions were always on their heels, and if they made the slightest mistake, they would be fatal.

On the right, Sean in the charge glanced sideways at Anno's team, the small group of enemies they were staring at were only five people, after a fierce and quick short exchange, five archers became corpses, but Anno was hit by another arrow, and the nineteen people who followed him also fell again, and the others also had some injuries on their bodies, and the situation was obviously not optimistic.

Sean gritted his teeth, his running figure suddenly folded, and the whole person ran towards Anno's side, and the figure of the Northland barbarians behind him subconsciously turned, and when they reacted, everyone was a little stunned, but then they erupted into more intense and excited roars, and they all stepped forward to catch up. And Sean, who was running, his lips moved slightly, and short spell syllables kept coming out of it, and after a few seconds, his body suddenly became lighter, and each step could be swept several meters away.

Looking at Sean's actions, Alfred, who had always had a gloomy face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile: "Brothers! We're cooking! ”

He held the fangs of the Flame Lion in his hand aloft, as if to match his movements. The fangs of the Flame Lion suddenly shone with a brilliant red light at this moment. The flow of the flame fluctuated, as if Alfred were holding a flame in his hand. Countless pairs of eyes in the forest turned to Alfred at this moment, after all, demonic weapons are not something that everyone can have.

For a moment, there was a brief silence for the enemy archers, as if they had lost their target. However, this moment did not last long, only about a second or two. The next time the arrows were fired, most of them covered Alfred, and the pressure on Sean and Anno suddenly decreased—but this reduction was only relative to the beginning.

William, who was in the rear, watched Sean transfer the combat target privately, and Alfred raised his arms and shouted at that moment. He shook his head a little helplessly: "These two idiots, are they farting when they say that everything is under my command outside?" ”

Cecilia glared at William, but she couldn't speak, because the magic he had prepared was at the most critical time.

However, although William said this, there was not much complaint in his words, as if he had expected such a result, and complaining was just a subconscious habit: "Third squad, support Fred." ”

As his words fell. The fourth steel wing squad that has long been unable to hold back. Immediately, like a tiger out of the cage, he ran in the direction of Alfred. Because they've been holding their breath for a long time. And there is no arrow to obstruct it, so the speed of running is faster and more fierce than others, and the momentum is monstrous.

"Miss Cecilia, do it."

"Humph!" Cecilia spit out the last magic syllable and a cold snort, a huge amount of magic power instantly emanated from her, under the traction of spiritual power, quickly generated three vortices in the air, absorbing a large amount of fire elements, and in an instant, three fireballs ignited in the air with a "bang", each fireball was the size of a basin, which seemed to be a few points bigger than the fireball Sean saw that night.

With the finger of Cecilia's small hand, three fireballs roared forward like wild horses on the loose, faster than the Northland barbarians were running. The location of the attack was designated by William himself, and this position had the most enemy archers, although they were slightly dispersed, but if the fireball detonated in this position, it was enough to sweep the surrounding area of dozens of meters, as long as it was within this range, the enemy would have absolutely nothing to hide.

The blazing fireball soon fell on William's designated range.

It's not that the enemy didn't see these three fireballs, but the fireballs were whistling and flying much faster than they imagined, and they didn't have much time to react at all, so they could only run subconsciously.

However, Cecilia's beaded fireballs were obviously completely different from the beaded fireballs they knew.

When the three fireballs landed and exploded, the blazing flames poured out like a wave, and the shock wave generated by the explosion spread wildly towards the surroundings, gathering smoke, sand, and dead leaves into a gray wave, and in the middle of the explosion range, the mushroom cloud rose in the pillar of fire that rose into the sky.

The damage range was significantly wider than the enemy expected, with at least twenty archers being consumed by the flames in the explosion of the fireballs, and a few to a dozen enemies suffering varying degrees of damage.

Apparently startled by the explosion of this fireball, the arrows fired by the enemy clearly stalled once again.

And at this time, Sean had also rushed to Anno's side; The third squad had also joined forces with Alfred's fifth squad; Cecilia's second round of beaded fireballs has once again entered the magic chanting stage.

Only William, the blush on his face due to excitement gradually faded, and his expression looked a little lost: "It seems that the level of the other commander's level is nothing more." …… First squad, advance to the left and start sweeping the enemy. …… All archers, ensuring their own safety, give the necessary support to the Iron Wing Strikers, and all are free to shoot. (To be continued.) )

PS: The second update! I had a nightmare when I went to bed in the afternoon, what a terrible nightmare!