[The second watch, there are two more shifts today, never break your promise, everyone supports more]

Seeing that Cook was in distress, Lucas threw the triangular sword in his hand without hesitation and flew towards the magician. The magician didn't look back, and with a wave of his hand, a light shield intercepted behind him, and the triangular sword that could pierce through the heavy armor was blocked by force, and fell to the ground with a thud. Lucas jumped out of the circle and re-removed the bow behind him. By this time, Sarah had already pounced.

Her soft sword slashed down like a serpent, heading straight for the sorcerer's ankle. And her whole body has curled up and pressed extremely low, such an introductory move is a loss on the battlefield, but this kind of weapon fight is even more difficult.

The sorcerer frowned, his finger pointing down, and white light flew out and struck Sarah's soft sword. Sarah felt her hand holding the sword instantly hot, almost smelling burning skin.

Boom!

Cook slammed to the ground, and even Salin in the distance could hear his bones breaking. He threw himself down with all his might, harder than a freefall.

A black light flew and hit the sorcerer's chest, but it was Lucas's arrow. Lucas was afraid that he would kill Cook, so he fired his bow in succession, and nine arrows were in a row. The sorcerer's white robe shone with a flash of light, and with each arrow, he took half a step back, but not a single arrow entered his white robe.

Lucas pulled out, and the crimson situation was immediately dangerous. The last spear swordsman was obviously the leader of the squad, wearing magic armor and whipping it with a pale red leather whip, and sometimes he didn't dodge, but could only splash a spark, which could not hurt his body in the slightest. The bladed spear in the swordsman's hand was rampant, and there were already two deep marks on the pale red and exquisite metal armor.

Pino was wounded, and all four waves of feathered arrows were taken over by him, two of which were explosive, leaving his face covered in scratches and a metal shaft embedded in his leather armor. In terms of defensive power, he is inferior to Salin, but he is able to dodge the deadliest attacks by relying on his dexterity. The opponent's archers were still able to inflict such damage when they had no way to aim, and if it weren't for Lucas wasting two iron eagle feathers to counterattack, it is estimated that the front would have been suppressed.

The divine light broke through the fog, and the figure of the magician appeared in Salin's eyes. He already knew that first-level magic could not fight against high-level magic, but if the magician made a move, the other party would not be able to sneak attack, and the outcome of the battle was already doomed.

Salin's magic destroyed the role of the opponent's archers, and also killed two thieves, and Sika directly smashed the opponent's heavily armored swordsman, otherwise the front and back attack, and another sneak attack on the side, the pale red team would be in danger.

The little woman is really fierce, and Saleen felt a chill in his heart when he saw the hair on the huge stick in her hand. Behind them were heavily armored swordsmen, and their helmets were all made of steel, so it was impossible to stick to their hair unless they were smashed with a stick.

Shika herself didn't think anything was wrong, she carried a stick and guarded Sarin's side. In her mind, Saleen's status was equivalent to that of a priest in the village. Protecting the priests is something that every Caucasian is born with. Besides, she still owes Salin hundreds of gold coins, and whoever dares to touch Salin will smash the man's head with a stick.

This is the thinking of the Caucasians, for fear that the creditor will die.

Pino silently bandaged the wound, and Saleen took off the metal kettle and handed it over.

"This is the water of repair, your wound is poisonous, wash it. Salin saw that Pino's flesh was black and purple, and he couldn't stand idly by.

"Thank you. Pino gritted his teeth and took the kettle. He also knew now that Saleen deliberately placed him in the middle of the fog to attract the opponent's firepower. But he can't be resentful, this thing is done by Pale Red, and he will deal with it like this. Let the mage take the opponent's archers, and no mercenary team will be so stupid.

As long as the magician is alive, a team will always have a chance to turn it back.

And so it is, Sarin's water of repair is much better than a healing potion. It may be slow to act on internal injuries, but under rinsing, the toxins that Pino has just entered the epidermis are removed.

Sarah keenly rushed towards Crimson, Crimson dodged and gave way, and Sarah had already crossed her sword to her left hand and attacked. Pale Crimson used the whip to pull back the wounded Cook.

In a few tens of seconds, it reflected the skillful cooperation of the Falcon Mercenary Group.

"Stop!" the magician shouted as he couldn't retreat. But no one stopped, and they had already killed eight of them, so could they not re-establish a relationship with each other? The other party had ambushed the assassins, and he did not have any good intentions.

"I'm from the Holy See, and today's incident was an accident. The magician shouted helplessly. His strength is higher than that of his opponent, but he didn't cooperate, attacking the surname divine art is not magic after all, and one person can't kill everyone on the other side.

Sarin's pupils contracted violently, and he asked in a low voice, "Shika, did you kill the magician in the back?"

"Yes, if you don't beat it, you can make dough with a stick. Shika shrugged, as if to say that he had trampled an ant to death. The Caucasians like magicians, but it doesn't mean that they like magicians, and those godheads of the Holy See will infiltrate the Caucasus if they have nothing to do, and they will say that they want to spread the brilliance of the gods. In recent years, two or three large tribes have been controlled by the Holy See, and the Caucasians there have fallen and forgotten what dignity is.

"Hmph. Salin exhaled through his nose and glanced at Pino, he saw that Pino was a little hesitant, and knew that the people of the Falcon Mercenary Regiment did not want to offend the Holy See directly. But Sika has already killed a magician, and who can guarantee that unlucky guy is not from the Holy See?

Pino felt the air around him get a little colder again, and handed the metal kettle back. Salin didn't take it, but walked up a few steps and raised his voice to Canghong: "That swordsman handed it over to me, if you still want to do the task, kill this guy." There's no turning back. ”

Cang Hong gritted his teeth and nodded, he also knew that the magician who had been killed was probably involved with the Holy See, and since the matter had been done, it was too late to regret it. Unless he can kill Saleen and Sika as well. Now it seems that these two guys are more powerful than they imagined. Two of my own people were injured, and there was no reason to turn against Salin.

When the magician saw the other magician speak, there was fear in his eyes, but Salin didn't look at him at all, but began to prepare for magic. In the battle just now, Salin didn't even consume one-tenth of the magic strings, but now he has to prepare for second-level magic, and he only has one chance to make a move. That spear swordsman wears magic armor, and I'm afraid that the first-level magic will not work.

Prim-1 magicians can generally only learn one Tier 2 magic, and once they use it, the magic strings will be consumed. There is something strange about Saleen's magic strings, almost twice as many as mages of the same level. Without any consumption, Saleen can cast two Level 2 spells in a row.

Second-level magic and first-level magic are two different concepts in terms of combat radius and power. Saleen's second-level magic is not proficient, and must be used with gestures and spells in order to be cast. The other party's spear and swordsman panicked, but he was entangled in Sarah's soft sword, and he couldn't attack and couldn't run.

In the muffled sound of the incantation, a white mark appeared between Salin's hands. The trail instantly elongated, burst out of the air, and went straight to the chest of the spear swordsman. The blade of the spear in the swordsman's hand pierced straight and burst into a red light.

He tried his best, forcing all the sword qi that he had cultivated for a short time to the weapon, and this blow was a trick like self-harm. Even if he can resist Salin's magic attacks, serious injuries are inevitable. He also hoped that if the magician could get things done, it wouldn't matter if he got a little hurt.

But his hopes were dashed in a blink of an eye, and when Sarah saw Salin attack, she immediately gave up on him, and didn't even mean to attack, but turned around and went straight to the magician to kill.

The white trail is an ice arrow, which attacks in the same way as an icicle, but has the same power and range. The blade of the spearman's spear froze instantly, and after resisting Salin's attack, the blood on his arms almost froze. After all, he is only a junior swordsman, and if he is a sword master, I am afraid that with a single shot, Saleen's magic will be broken.

Seeing Salin's move, Sika jumped more than ten meters away, rushed to the spear swordsman in three or two steps, and knocked down with a stick.

Her clubs are thicker at the front and thinner at the back, heavier than a warhammer on the battlefield. The swordsman breathed a sigh of relief, and Sika's club was about to be smashed in front of him. He couldn't dodge, so he could only raise his sword and spear to resist.

He was still lucky, the enemy was a small girl, and although the stick was thick, I was afraid that it was a good thing.

With a snap, the steel-edged spear was smashed into three pieces by a stick from Sika, and the stick slammed into the swordsman's shoulder. Sika herself was startled, it turned out that Salin's ice arrow had frozen the metal of the blade gun to brittle, and she couldn't defend against her stick no matter how strong the opponent was.

It was another scene of flesh and blood, and Saleen shook his head. Sika is a delicate beauty, and the way of fighting is too bloody. But she didn't feel it herself, so she rubbed the blood on the stick on the other party's corpse, and then returned to Salin's side.

The people of the Falcon Mercenary Regiment no longer had any scruples, and even Cook, who had a broken right arm, also attacked, and attacked the opponent's magician at the same time. If this thing gets out, everyone will die. The Holy See's Inquisition is not vegetarian, it's full of madmen. Thinking about the legends about the Inquisition, everyone's heart is cold.

Now the only way out is to kill people.

The sorcerer's face turned hideous, and when he saw that the other party's magician had let himself fall into a dead end with a word, he knew that he could not be spared, so he suddenly knelt down. Saleen was startled, what is this for? begging for mercy?

The light on the sorcerer's body instantly blaze, like a substantial brilliance falling on everyone's body, stinging and making people unable to open their eyes. He began to recite the prayer - God said, believers, you need not panic......

The crimson heart was cold, the other party actually wanted to invite the gods! Asking the gods is a common name, and it is called the advent technique in the Holy See, which can increase the strength of the magician several times in an instant. Of course, after asking the gods, the fate of the magician is very miserable, and in general, no magician would do this, unless he is a fanatic.

Not everyone can use Advent, and those who use Advent must be clergy in the Holy See. And at least the level of a first-class priest can use the advent technique, a first-level priest, if he has a regular position, at least one cathedral, and at least a few thousand believers.

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