When she rushed to the square, there were only three hundred people left around Princess Trisy. However, most of them are high-status people, and it should be said that they are the group of people with the highest martial arts. And among these people who can fight, the Rolling Thunder Knights have the largest number, because at that time, the noble children of the Verona Empire were the most mixed. But such a group of people were tightly crowded around Princess Trixie, and they were all afraid to fight.

Even the leader of the Rolling Thunder Knights, General Farrell, was the same. It stands to reason that this time all the convoys should be commanded by General Farrell as the main and George, the head of the mage regiment, as the deputy. But George had slipped away, and General Farrell looked like mud couldn't hold up the wall.

At a young age, Farrell became one of the generals of the Verona Empire. You must know that above the generals, there are only the eight famous generals, and the pillar of the Verona Empire - Marshal Phoenix. Moreover, Farrell also has a prominent family, with the title of hereditary earl, and graduated from the Royal Academy (with civil status), with a dignified appearance and generous shots, he has always been a romantic character in St. Louis City.

But now a neat military dress is worn on Farrell's body, coupled with his handsome face full of snot and tears, no matter how people look at it, they can't be angry.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, let's surrender! there are too many orcs—" Farrell cried to Princess Tricy.

And the Hypel Magister couldn't stand it at all. He grabbed Farrell's shoulder and shook it constantly: "Be sober, be sober! Command, let your people press out." ”

"But I don't want to die!" General Farrell cried.

Now the Hypel Magister has lost his temper. He wanted to slap Farrell a few times, but the mage was really not good at close combat, and he didn't have to make his hands hurt in order to fight this puddle of mud. So the Magister of Hypel threw Farrell and began to command himself: "Don't huddle together, press out! The most important thing now is speed, speed! Rush out of the city first. ”

But just like that, as soon as he was distracted, one of the water puppets controlled by the Hypel Magister was attacked by the Beamon soldiers and scattered.

After the loss of a water puppet, the morale of the visiting group was lost. The Beamon soldiers, on the other hand, erupted in a burst of cheers of victory, and their morale was greatly boosted. And some of the Beamon warriors of the powerful race, they rushed up again under the cover of the priest's pet.

"Cover me, cover me!" Exalted the Magister of Hypel. But when he saw that many people were busy surrounding him, he shouted again, "Just cover for my followers, everyone else is pressed out to fight, fight!"

While commanding, he released his magic, which really made Hypel Magister a little overwhelmed: "Let Lord Brad come back and let him take over the command." ”

"Yes...... Lord Brad is fighting ahead. ”

"Uh......?"

The Magister of Hypel didn't care, and under the protection of his followers, he activated three high-level magic scrolls in succession. And the three high-level magic showed their power in the empty square, as if washing the floor, and the Beamon and the demonic beasts who rushed up were all discarded and abandoned. After the pressure dropped sharply, the delegation finally rushed across the square and onto the side of the street.

However, after entering the street, although there were only two sides of Beamon, and the number of frontal enemies was much less, the Beamon on the street in front of him was layered, and the resistance was also much greater. When the Magister of Hypel saw this, he shouted again, "Protect me for three hundred breaths." Protect it!" Then he began to chant the magician-level group battle magic.

……

Clarke, the shaman of the Divine Comedy, sat cross-legged on a futon, listening to his subordinates tell him about the situation outside. But at this moment, everyone heard three loud noises, and as soon as they felt the magic fluctuations, it was completely releasing high-level magic. Clark's face darkened, but he still didn't speak, as if he hadn't made up his mind. But just a few hundred breaths later, there was an even more violent fluctuation of magic and a loud noise, and Clark immediately stood up from the futon.

"Bring a holy beast over, and you will go to some people too. Be careful: protect Her Royal Highness and her wife, as well as the Magister. As long as the others surrender, they cannot do anything, and the wounded must also be treated as much as possible. Then he glanced at Feigul, who was also standing up, "You...... Let's stay with the old man!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Some of the priests of the temple left in a hurry with a Beamon. Clark didn't expect the situation to deteriorate so much, and he smiled bitterly at Faguli, "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing? God of War...... It's testing our piety. ”

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After a long chanting, and at the cost of breaking up a water golem once again, the Magister Hypel finally completed the "Hell Water Wheel". I saw seven or eight huge water blades summoned into the air, and they gradually spun and accelerated to the extreme, like seven or eight water wheels rotating at high speed. With the finger of Hypel's magic staff, the water wheels whirled down the street.

Although there are many Beamon soldiers and priests in the streets, most of them only have medium and low-level strength. Facing the magician-level "Hell Water Wheel", it is impossible to stop it at all.

With a whistling sound of breaking through the air, the seven or eight water wheels cut through all the obstacles like hot knives cutting through butter. Whether it's Beamon and the Pet, or the shield and the wall next to the street, it's all vulnerable.

The water wheel flew and spun for more than a hundred paces before gradually disappearing into the air. And these more than 100 steps have completely turned into hell, with stumps and broken flesh everywhere, and the ground is already a blur of flesh and blood. And in this flesh passage, there are still some lucky Beamons standing scattered, they are completely lost in their souls, and some Beamon has already lowered their weapons and completely lost the courage to continue fighting.

The magician-level group battle magic, the narrow streets, and the low strength and disorganization of those Beamon warriors made the "Hell Water Wheel" create an amazing result, and also caused the visiting group to burst into a burst of long-lasting cheers.

These Bimon warriors are very bloody, but that doesn't mean they want to die. Although the result of this battle was only to kill two or three hundred Beamon warriors, it had a great psychological shock to the other Beamons. For a moment, no other Beamon warrior dared to approach the battle.

In the midst of the cheers, the Magister of Hypel shouted anxiously, "Go!

At this moment, a holy light rose from the direction of the east gate. Then there was another shout of cheering, "Someone is coming! they are at the east gate!" and even the Magister of Hypel smiled. He endured the discomfort of returning the magic after releasing the magic, and then flicked his magic staff into the air, responding with a large magic water ball.

But at this moment, the Hypel Magister suddenly heard the sound of battle coming from the square behind him.

"You escort Your Highness first, I'll save people!" As soon as the Magister Hypel finished speaking, he blessed the "Flying Technique" and soared behind him, and his followers also turned to join the battle.

Seeing the Hypel Magister flying in the air, some of the Beamon warriors began to shoot arrows, but these scattered arrows could not pierce the magic shield of the Hypel Magister at all. So he simply ignored it and flew straight in the direction of the battle.

In the air, Magister Hypel saw fifty or sixty more members of the visiting group rushing into the square, and a large number of Beamon warriors were besieging them. Although the fifty or sixty people were already in danger, under the command and dispatch of the leader, they still resisted remarkably.

"That's a good command!" said the Hypel Magister, nodding inwardly. Then a glide flew into the midst of the men.

"Master, why are you here?" everyone was overjoyed.

As soon as the Magister of Hypel saw that it was Sivir who was in charge, he smiled and said, "Follow me and rush out." But then, when Magister Hypel saw Alan beside him, he also cried out like a walking corpse: "Save me!

Hypel Magister sneered again, "Hmph! ”

Without further ado, the Hypel Magister summoned his magic again: "Protect me for a while." Unexpectedly, as soon as he felt the fluctuation of his magic power, the besieging Beamon soldiers shouted, "Ahh The psychological shadow of the "Hell Water Wheel" just now on the Beamon warriors is too strict!

The retreat of the Beamon warriors, Sivir and they must have been overjoyed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, they quickly crossed the plaza and joined Princess Tracy with the followers of the Magister of Highper.

"Why haven't you left yet?" asked the Magister Hypel.

"Waiting for you. Covered in sweat and blood, Rhett laughed.

"Then let's go!" Since this is already the case, the Magister of Hypel will not say more, "Which of you two is in command? ”

Brad nodded to Siwell: "Let Sivir! I'll still lead someone to the front." ”

And the alchemy puppeteer also squeezed over: "Master, do you have a magic crystal and a magic core here? This stuff just burns too much money. ”

So the Hypel Magister and the people around him, they all threw their magic crystals and magic cores to this alchemy puppeteer. After quickly replacing the magic crystal core for the magic golem, everyone began to set off again.

But just as the visiting group had just run a hundred steps, they suddenly heard the Beamon warriors behind them cheering: "The holy beast is coming, the holy beast is coming!