Chapter 120 A prepared mage is invincible, but only if he is prepared.
In front of the Oriel checkpoint, all three hundred soldiers fell.
Although these soldiers are quite powerful and can rely on their battle formation to hold off one or two enemies even when facing several times their number, they are definitely unable to resist a seventh-level warrior.
After knocking down the last soldier, Margaret raised the sword in her hand and cast a layer of wind protection on the civilians in the team.
Lauren Frost was a military family, the daughter of the Northern Wolf King. Margaret naturally understood the basis of Martha's guerrilla tactics that increased the legion's level and terrified the enemies of the Northern Wolf Legion.
Although she couldn't boost the entire legion like Martha did, she was still able to boost and speed up a team, even if the team was large.
This is why Margaret is confident that she can bring everyone through the Oriel checkpoint to the designated rendezvous point within an hour and a half .
"Set off!"
Following Margaret's command, the team passed the Oriel checkpoint in an orderly manner.
…
On the other side, arrows rained down, and the force of each arrow was enough to make the arrow shaft penetrate nearly half of the ground.
Under such force and such dense rain of arrows, no matter who it was, it seemed that the only fate was to be pierced like a shower head.
But it's just [as if].
The standing Glorious Priest was holding a body that had been shot to pieces in his hand. The smile on his face was full of provocation. "Oh my, I almost died just now."
He stretched out his hand, with his thumb and index finger almost touching each other, and said, "Just a little bit."
Then he threw the body in his hand away, "Unfortunately, this guy is not hard enough to enjoy this [massage] with me."
The energy dragon scales that appear and disappear outside the body are something the archer cannot predict. The arrows mixed with refined gold and the archer's unique combat skills can also pierce the mind body of an ordinary person.
But this time it was facing dragon scales, equivalent to the dragon scales of a young dragon. If it wanted to break this level of dragon scales, it should not use arrows mixed with refined gold, but arrows made of refined gold.
Although the guards were filled with rage, they were calm enough calmly assessed the situation, responded calmly, and calmly tried their best to kill this [thing] that was completely unlike a normal Glorious Priest.
After the caster finished reciting the spell, dense black tentacles grew directly from the ground beneath his feet, trying to wrap around Mo Cheng's feet and even his entire body. Mo Cheng could feel a cold current rushing into his body from the tentacles wrapped around his feet.
It was as if a piece of ice was stuffed into the body, causing the blood to coagulate and the limbs to become stiff and difficult to move.
Then, several orange-red rays of light instantly crossed the barrier of space and reached Mo Cheng.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
The continuous explosions and simple and direct destructive power dragged Mo Cheng and the surrounding areas into a hell of fire and impact. Countless sand, gravel and soil were blown into the sky.
But the explosion is not the end, far from it.
Several more icy blue rays of light froze the smoke, dust, and soil that were created by the explosion, along with Mo Cheng who was inside, forming a huge block of ice.
The ice layer continued to thicken, and at the same time, the internal pressure gradually increased due to an unknown force, crushing the frozen stones inside into powder.
I believe that in a short time, blood will gush out of the ice block and then be frozen instantly.
But...no.
Things did not turn out as the wizard had imagined. The ice block suddenly cracked and exploded.
Amidst the flying debris, a figure shot out at an unimaginable speed. No one could stop or resist it.
Even the caster could only watch as a fist grew bigger and bigger in his field of vision.
Finally, with a "puff" sound, the caster's head fell to the ground like a ripe watermelon, red and white.
"A prepared mage may be very powerful." Blood kept dripping from his fist, maybe it was his own blood, or maybe it was the mage's, but it didn't matter.
"But the mages we encountered were not strong enough." He took a step forward, and this step was like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of the guards, "And..."
"…I am stronger!!!"
A fear that had not been felt for a long time was haunting the guards, the fear of death, something that should never come to these "strong men" again.
And the glorious priest before them was the one who brought them fear and death.
But no one would just wait to die like this, especially the personal guards who have always been strong. They would only die in battle.
The holy light covered the wooden stick again, and Mo Cheng could already feel that his opponent was trying to fight to the death, but what could he do?
The outcome that has been decided will not change because of your determination to fight to the death.
"Come and die!"
Blood and death became the only things that existed in this piece of sand. Only one party could survive and walk out of this sand that buried life.
…
When Bennett's anger subsided and he realized something was wrong and wanted to turn back to look for his guards, it was too late.
A one-handed sword stopped Bennett who was trying to leave. It was Wendisa.
She no longer took Bennett around with her. The long sword in her hand was wrapped in a storm that tore through steel, and the tip of the sword was pointing at the butcher on the battlefield.
"Why are you running? I remember telling you that we should settle our previous scores, right?"
The usual playfulness was no longer in his words, and his brows revealed a fierce, barbaric and ruthless look, just like Martha that Mo Cheng had seen before.
Lauren Frost, from the Gray Wolf family. Even though Wendessa had a falling out with her family and ran away from home, she still has the Gray Wolf blood in her body.
Cunning, cruel, and vindictive.
" Now let's settle the score for breaking nearly half of my ribs ."
The storm tore through the steel, and before the counterattack flails arrived, the wolf-like figure had already withdrawn.
Without the help of the personal guards, Wendysa had enough time to chop the battlefield butcher into eighteen pieces in a one-on-one situation.
"Nonsense, Wendissa, do you think you won?!"
The resentful voice ultimately failed to make his armor stronger. The wind of dawn tore through the steel once again, leaving a deep scar that was visible to the bone.
"Ahaha, what Mo Cheng said is very true." Wendisa continued to leave scars on Bennett's body, "It doesn't matter whether you win or not, just do your best. But giving you a painful and unpleasant death is enough to make me happy for a long time!"
The Slaughter Flail specializes in physique and strength, and is a harvesting machine on the battlefield. However, when facing Vendisa, he is not even qualified to touch the opponent in a one-on-one fight.
Windissa may not be able to kill Bennett , but it doesn't matter. She can cut him down with one blow after another, inflicting damage and then scraping him. As long as she is faster than the opponent's recovery, she will definitely be able to kill him.
But just as Wendisa approached Bennett again, Bennett's hand grasped something like a leg iron and yelled, "You should be the one to die! The gladiatorial shackles are activated!"
