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Chapter 94 Retreat
Xiaodao heard unusual noises outside the passage, the roar of the collapsing stone wall, piles of tin cans smashing into each other, and the dying roar of warriors. As long as the player is not deaf, they can hear the chaotic and explosive noises.

Xiaodao asked the other players to prepare for battle, while he walked out carefully along the wall and then stuck his head out to see the situation.

The Earl's private soldiers were busy fighting with the Minissian infantry knights and had no time to care about the situation in the passage. Even if someone saw the head with the knife sticking out, they would turn a blind eye.

As long as the players in the channel don't rush out, they don't want to intervene and they can't intervene.

When Xiaodao saw this, he had an idea.

This is a good opportunity. Now we can lead our men out. We don't need to fight close to the enemy. We just need to fire volleys of gunfire from the entrance of the passage to disrupt the enemy's formation and let them be eliminated by the infantry knights.

But is this a good thing?
Help guard the fortress and eliminate the third-party forces that have intervened, and they are also weaker enemies... Will this lead to a clownish farce where Song and Jin join forces to destroy Liao?
Xiaodao just thought about it and felt that this was very possible, very likely!

The collapsed stone walls and the foot knights pouring out of the back passage were enough to prove that the guards in Bolas Fortress were powerful and had set a trap on the first floor.

If it weren't for this group of elite troops of the Restoration Army that suddenly appeared, when these foot knights rushed out, the players would have to bear the heavy blow themselves.

This is really...good.

Just when Xiaodao showed a gloating smile on his face, he suddenly saw a man surrounded by soldiers of the Restoration Army, wearing a dark blue robe, whose attire was out of place on the battlefield.

When Xiaodao saw this man, he happened to see the small wooden stick he raised, and a faint blue light wrapped around the end of the stick, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Oh no, I saw a magician. Isn't this game purely about volleys of gunfire?
Before Xiaodao could think of anything, the glimmer of light at the tip of the magician's wand shot out, turned into a sharp arrow in mid-air, and then shot towards the foot knights wearing white robes.

This arrow looked like any other arrow except that it was made of a faint blue glow and would dissipate if the wind blew. Xiaodao, who had good eyesight, even saw its tail feathers before it flew out.

The arrow looked weak, but when it landed on a foot knight, it was like a siege crossbow, piercing through the iron can in one go, and then flew out from behind him with the remaining force, penetrating into the two knights behind him who were also wearing knight armor.

It wasn't until it shot out of the third knight that it flew out from behind him.

The three knights who were shot by arrows did not realize what was happening to them at first, until blood spurted out from the arrow holes on their chests and backs like fountains, and their vitality began to fade away rapidly.

The three knights lowered their heads and looked at their chests. Only then did they realize what had happened and they fell to the ground one after another.

After shooting an arrow, the magician continued to hold up his wand and chant the spell slowly.

Xiaodao witnessed the power of the magic arrow with his own eyes. He immediately widened his eyes and pricked up his ears as hard as he could, trying to eavesdrop on the spells the magician was chanting.

Unfortunately, the battlefield was too chaotic and noisy, and the magician was a little far away from the knife. Even though his ears were almost erect, he couldn't hear anything useful.

As the magician chanted the spell, the tip of his wand glowed again, and the second and third arrows appeared one after another, shooting towards the foot knights on the battlefield, killing five of them.

"Fuck!"

Xiaodao was so scared that he cursed and didn't dare to continue reading, for fear that he would be noticed and shot to death with an arrow.

He quickly stepped back and came to the player.

"You, you, you, and all ten of you, line up now, draw your bayonets and hold this place. I will lead the troops to attack the city gate."

"Why so urgent?"

"We have to hurry. A magician has appeared up ahead. His magic arrows can kill foot knights like skewers of barbecued pork, three at a time. If the magician turns around and shoots arrows at the passage, no matter how many players are here, they will all die. So, I must quickly lead my men back and attack the city gate with all my strength."

You stay here, delay as much as possible, and fire a few more shots before you die."

"real or fake?"

"Why would I lie to you about this? Okay, time is running out, hurry up and act, don't drag your feet..."

With that, Xiaodao ran away in a hurry. The players who were not named followed him, and the players who were named stayed behind. After looking at each other, they shrugged.

"Okay, that's it, brothers, line up, raise your guns, and let's die together."

……

He used the arrows three times in succession, shooting and killing eight foot knights. Polka's face turned pale as gold paper, without a trace of blood.

The last arrow, due to the rapid and continuous casting, caused Polka's mental strength to be too weak, and he was unable to control it. It just penetrated the two people and dissipated.

However, the deaths of eight foot knights in succession made it impossible for the guards of Bolas Fortress to maintain their line. The remaining foot knights also lost their morale and turned to flee towards the passage.

The captain, lying on the ground with blood all over his face, waved his arms.

"Chase, catch up, don't let them go!"

"No, don't chase!"

Although Polka was very tired and wanted to lie down and take a nap, he forced himself to stay awake and hurriedly stopped the captain when he gave the order.

"Quick, Captain... take your men and recapture the stone bridge and regain our retreat."

"Fortress, but fortress..."

"We can't take the fortress. Without the enemies ahead, we could still complete the mission. Now it's impossible... I need time to take medicine and rest. If I continue to cast spells, I will die."

The captain was helped to stand up. Upon hearing this, he looked back and saw Polka's face, only to find that the latter was really on his last breath.

The price of magic is so terrible! ?

The captain was startled, and he also knew that Polka, the Earl's magic advisor, must not die here, so he turned around and waved, and ran towards the stone bridge with the remaining forty or so private soldiers.

There were originally more than seventy soldiers who rushed into this small hall. After a fierce battle, more than thirty of them died, which was quite a lot of damage.

If Polka was in good condition, this wouldn't be a big problem, but he looked so sick now that if he continued to cast spells, the magic consultant would die here.

The captain knew very well that the count would rather see himself and his two hundred elite private soldiers wiped out than let anything happen to Polka.

　P.S. I am very busy today and I am not free until 10pm. I am so tired that my legs are weak and I can only update once.

　　
　
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