Lord Roar

Chapter 243 Reunion on the battlefield

The fang wolf cavalry is not without elites. The giant Beamon wolf that comes down and moves like the wind holds a scimitar made of fine steel.

They are skilled at swordsmanship. Although the corridor is too narrow, they also cooperate with each other tacitly, charging side by side while maintaining the most basic formation.

If it was someone else who was fighting them in the corridor, even if it was a temple paladin, maybe these elite wolf cavalry could kill them off their horses.

It's a pity that their opponents this time are fighting spirit fighters and magicians, and there is no priest behind them.

Fire Blast, Frostbolt, Bone Riding Light, Dripping Water Piercing Stone, Night Flame, Flame Sawblade. . . .

This is the fighting power displayed instantly by Hathaway's Mage Advisory Group. Several magicians kept waving their wands, and more than a dozen instant single-target attack spells flew towards the wolf cavalry.

After the wave of single-body magic with almost no dead ends swept through the corridor, the Tusk Wolf Cavalry fell in a row in an instant.

No way, compared with the metal arrows of the beast elves, so many magicians released instant single-shot magic at such a narrow corridor, and the efficiency was increased several times, and the lethality was also increased several times.

Three wizards and five high-level magicians, this group of gray-bearded old men released their best single-target attack spells with red eyes, as if they were facing the murder of their father and enemy.

If it was in an open area, maybe the Tusk Wolf Cavalry still had room to dodge, but in the long corridor, they had no choice but to rush forward against the baptism of magic, or fall down, or charge forward.

A group of old men released another wave of single-target attack spells within a few breaths like a competition.

After the baptism of breaking magic, at least half of the fang wolf cavalry fell down, but they finally engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

It's a pity that their opponents are not those magicians, but Hathaway's vindictive fighters.

This group of vindictive fighters who can at least become mid-level officers no matter if they are sent to any legion, are some tough and tough guys.

The feet-picking men are well-equipped, sharp weapons, tacit cooperation, foot-picking skills and combat experience are equally rich, and more importantly, their fighting spirit is at least level three or above.

Behemoth claims that a liger and tiger guard can contend against a human third-tier grudge fighter.

That's because the ligers and tiger princes all have good physiques that can resist beatings. If they lie on the ground and roll around without fighting back, it will take a lot of effort for the fighting spirit fighters to kick to death.

It's not that those lion and tiger princes have no room to fight back against fighting spirit fighters. The effect of the first and second level fighting spirit is also just to strengthen muscle density and improve various physical skills.

And the liger and tiger princes of Beamon are inherently several times stronger than the human race. The first or even second level of grudge can only pull a human warrior to the same starting line as the liger prince.

But the third-level battle qi is different, because once it is cultivated to the third-level battle qi, there will be a qualitative leap.

Including fighting qi external release, fighting qi attack methods similar to Jianmang sword qi, reaction ability and judgment ability have also increased exponentially.

So can a lion and tiger prince compete against a third-tier fighting spirit fighter of the human race?
The answer is yes, but there is a premise, that is, there is a Beamon priest behind the lion and tiger prince who keeps brushing the mad battle song there.

So can a group of fang wolf cavalry compete with a group of third-tier fighting spirit fighters of the human race?
The answer is yes, and there is also a premise, that is, a group of priests standing behind the wolf cavalry not only want to teach them the war hymn of madness, but also the war song of evil for their enemies.

So, can a group of fang wolf cavalry without the help of priests compete against a group of third-tier grudge fighters?
The answer is yes, and there is still a premise, that is, these third-tier fighting spirit fighters do not arouse their fighting spirit, lie on the ground and do not fight back, allowing the wolf cavalry to chop them to death.

It's a pity that Hathaway's Tier [-] battle qi fighters didn't have water in their heads, so not only did they arouse their battle qi, but there was a magician behind them to brush their shields, and even more shamelessly, they pulled out short shorts from their backs without going offline. When the crossbow was less than three meters away from the wolf cavalry, a wave of flat shots came.

After the flat shot, a group of big men with third-level fighting spirit pulled out the throwing knives from their boots, and another wave of flat shooting, and the throwing knives were buoyed with fighting spirit.

So strictly speaking, the fang wolf cavalry did not engage in a substantial hand-to-hand fight with these insidious gangsters.

Because when the distance between the two groups of men and horses was less than one meter, one was lying on the ground bleeding and convulsing, and the other was holding up a weapon and beating them to death.

The battle in the corridor was resolved very quickly. With the support of eight mages, the third-tier vindictive men took only a moment to eliminate dozens of wolf cavalry.

The battle outside the corridor was also resolved quickly, but Allen had no magician to support him, and he was the only one fighting alone.

So Allen's strategy was very simple. As he continued to advance on the city wall, he picked up four shields from the ground, and then put two shields on each of his hands.

After surrounding himself with shields on all sides, Allen rushed straight into the team of beast elves like a tank with broken brakes while scolding his mother.

Allen hummed a familiar melody, and finally vented his evil fire.

He spins, jumps, closes his eyes, and doesn't stop. The enemy can't see him, the beast spirits are confused, and all the metal bows and arrows are crushed by him.

Allen, who finally interrupted the opponent's shooting rhythm, was like a tiger plunging into a herd of lambs, without any sympathy, and the big feet began to greet the beautiful faces of the beast elves.

After throwing down the shield, Alan kicked one by one with a smirk on his face. Although he controlled the strength of his feet, all the beast elves who got kicked would not be in danger of their lives, but bruises and swollen faces were necessary.

The beast elves, who had lost their distance advantage, gave up their bows and arrows, and ran forward in a whimsical way to prepare to besiege Allen.

Allen swears that in this life, he has brought down countless enemies, fought hand to hand with all kinds of people, and fought countless times.

Hathaway's guards, including a large group of elderly mages, stopped after rushing out of the corridor.

A large group of elderly old magicians and big men who pick their feet all turned their eyes to Allen in an instant.

Allen was embarrassed by these gazes.

An old magician with white hair, like an old prostitute just released, saw the newly opened bathing center, pointed at Allen and shouted excitedly: "Brothers, it's him."

A large group of people roared towards Allen, and then surrounded him.

Allen looked at them warily, and was about to pull out the triangular ribs on the back of his waist. Army stabbed, but found that these guys actually surrounded him, turned around together, facing the outside with their backs to him.

"Protect me?" Allen was a little dumbfounded. Although he saw that these people's costumes were not the dogs of the Holy See, they were not from the Kingdom of Locke either. Where did the guy who ran out of the teleportation circle come from? , Don’t you know that Lao Tzu is the most wanted man in the Holy See and many countries, Son of Chaos?

Allen was very worried about the IQ of these mages and fighters who protected him.

But a sudden call from Jiao Didi interrupted Allen's guess.

"Alan... Brother Alan." Hathaway ran out of the corridor wearing a magic robe, her beautiful long hair was floating with the wind, and the strong wind on the city wall blew on her large magic robe , which set off her slender and hot figure even more amorously.

"Brother Alan, my fiance, I finally found you!" Hathaway flew towards Alan like a bird in her mother's arms.

The strong wind on the city wall whistled, and the afterglow of the scorching sun shone on the incomplete city tower. The corners of the mouth of the old magician looked at the couple kindly and kindly. Looking around, he was afraid that someone would disturb the reunion of the young couple on the battlefield.

Hathaway smiled, her heart was full of happiness, she held the corner of her magic robe, and rushed to Allen to open her hands, trying to express the joy of reunion with a strong hug.

Then. . . .Then Ellen pressed his dirty paws against Hathaway's beautiful forehead, squinted at Hathaway with a sneer, and said lightly, "Say, did the Holy See send you?" Come to play fairy dance with me?"

At this time, Hathaway's eyes were wide open, her hands were still running like an old hen, her toes were on tiptoe, her body was leaning forward, her expression was dull.

How stupid, how stupid! ! !
(End of this chapter)