The hunter nocked another arrow and couldn't help but muttered.
In this encircling situation, under normal circumstances, the jackals would have turned the human beings who had the lightbulb in front of them into targets immediately... Although the bows and arrows of these half-beasts are crude, they are powerful.
They are not comparable to thin monsters like kobolds, not to mention that the difference in size allows them to use heavy long-range weapons such as short spears and throwing axes.
However, these nocturnal animals are relatively sensitive to light. Although they can move freely during the day, strong light will still make them a little at a loss for a while... just like now.
But it never takes too long.
The crude arrows and spears made a hissing sound in the next moment!
However, the next situation made Edward take a breath of cold air - the strength of the guy with only half a pretty face was obviously beyond his expectation.
With a sharp clang, dozens of arrows pointed at their target. However, those crude steel products could not produce any results at all - they could not even touch the exquisite carvings on the armor. In
Around the paladin, whenever an arrow comes into contact, a hexagonal light green light shield will always flash. Once the arrow touches the light surface, it will immediately bounce back and fall to the ground with a 'dong' sound.
As for those throwing spears and simple stones... the paladin took only one step and left the place, leaving them to smash countless grass blades and mud on the spot!
"I'm going to die! This is no longer lucky... Your Majesty Taimora, are you taking too much care of him? Isn't he your illegitimate son?"
An arrow nailed the eye of a warg that rushed out of the edge of the forest, causing the huge beast to roll to one side. Edward was already grinding his teeth - he knew that the luster was a protective arrow, not a high-level one.
Spells can usually only deal with three or five scattered arrows... so being able to deflect dozens of arrows in an instant without missing a single one... can only be said to be enough to prove the skill of the caster.
Especially when this effect is reflected on a piece of armor, the most obvious thing is... it must be a high-level magic armor made by enchanting by a high-level alchemist master.
High-level magic armor... This kind of thing only made by the legendary great alchemists usually represents many meanings - such as a complex story, a noble identity, a powerful force, and...
...tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of dollars.
That was a real gold coin. It was enough to make a certain grand dukedom or even a small kingdom empty the treasury... Edward could not help but start to calculate in his heart whether there was any way to defeat this iron canned sap.
But then he lost the idea.
The paladin descended from the sky.
The moment Edward's vision shifted, he had already jumped up high... That was just a dozen feet of running, but it actually accelerated the human body to an astonishing speed! With this momentum, he stepped onto a jackal head on.
With a disgusting muffled sound, the unfortunate guy's head was already at the same level as his shoulders!
And with the help of this pedal, the paladin has jumped up again and plummeted towards the front of the battle formation!
The long sword with the simple pattern in his hand burst out with a brilliant luster that was so bright that the seven or eight monsters that had just rushed out of the edge of the clearing let out a painful scream - the kind of pain that was like needles and fire.
Under such circumstances, even wild beasts would find it difficult to support it... not to mention the monsters that live in the dark jungle and have an extreme aversion to bright light.
With the explosion of light, the huge power burst out like a tide, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air. At the end of the arc of light was a strong jackal, who was raising a long sword in his hand in a panic,
Trying to stop the figure falling from the sky from passing over his head...
Unfortunately, everything is in vain.
Without any careful selection of the entry point, the blade was pushed forward, breaking through the rusty long sword, breaking through the blood-stained helmet, breaking through the knotted fur and skull, breaking through the hard and tight muscles...
Continuing downwards... The luster actually just flashed away, and then the paladin had smoothly passed by the third target - not with a sword, but with a collision on the shoulder, the huge pedestal was killed.
The wolf was knocked out more than ten feet away. The strong wolf head seemed to have hit an iron plate and tilted to one side with a click!
And it was only then... that a trace of blood spread from the head of the jackal that had just been swept by the sword light, completely freezing all his movements. Finally, with a vague clatter, the two-piece body fell to the ground.
, the squirming and slimy flowers spread out, and various body fluids flowed in all directions, creating a nauseating stench in the air.
Edward's fingers that pulled the bow trembled slightly.
This is not a duel of similar strength, nor can it even be called a duel.
The blow just now was enough for the hunter to make a judgment. In fact, there is not much difference in the level of fighting methods between himself and the paladin. The so-called magical techniques can only be applied when the strength of the two is not far apart.
In most battles, strength is actually given priority. Or the opponent may have a deeper foundation, but after all, the battle experience is quite insufficient. In this forest, the hunter has enough means to let him understand what comprehensive strength is...
However, on the other hand, the young man knew very well that if there was a conflict... he would definitely be the loser.
The strength and speed possessed by the other party are very comparable, and that is already the difference in quality - the absolute power of the other party is too powerful... The power of the sword that cut off the wolf leader just now was not just because of being condescending.
——The body of a living thing can actually be regarded as a composite material, and to cut it off neatly requires strength beyond imagination.
Even with a sword in his hand that can cut iron like clay, he doesn't think he can do the same thing... No, maybe he can't even do half of it - to be more extreme, even if there are five or six
Together with Edward and the siege, the paladin named Aylin must be able to defeat them one by one.
Just stepping on a human body can crush the head, an impact can directly knock the person away, and a slash can cut the person in two. This is not something that humans can do, it is the power given by God, the ability obtained in exchange for faith. They are so
It's powerful enough to...
It makes people envious and jealous...
A hoarse and high-pitched howl resounded across the battlefield, drawing the hunter's attention away from the light bulb. He collected his mind, and then changed the weapon in his hand to a long sword.
Because the battle has entered the next stage.
The paladin's invincible attack would not change the situation on the entire battlefield - just as he repelled the first wave of attacks, more tall shadows with wolf heads jumped out of the woods!
At least fifty of them!
They rushed into the hunters' camp from another angle, and the mercenaries gathered together were their targets!
The most favorite food of jackals is warm-blooded, intelligent creatures. This may be because they prefer to listen to the screams of intelligent creatures - but in any case, humans are naturally their preferred prey... Quantity
The more the better.
The sharpened wooden stakes arranged around the camp seemed to have no effect on these flying monsters - the latter just stepped on them casually as they passed by, causing the sloping trees to touch the ground.
Tumbled down, and the jackals and wargs behind them were facing the rain of arrows, like a black turbulence, rushing straight towards the direction of the mercenaries, and on several big trees
A shield wall erected between tree trunks.
Originally, the dozen long and short spear points in the hands of the mercenaries formed a second line of defense outside the shield wall... However, that also did not play its due role.
The one charging at the front was a sturdy jackal that was one-third taller than its peers and covered in long gray fur. The hoarse howl that resounded through the night sky was exactly what this beast made during the charge.
War cry!
And along with this sound...a blood-like crimson leaked out from under his fur. He opened his arms, moved his legs, and even all the muscles in his body were buried in this howl.
It stood up! The joints even made a crackling sound! Then with a violent knee bend and extension, the monster was like a stone bullet thrown by a trebuchet, crossing a distance of nearly a hundred feet! The ground exploded.
There was a sound and it hit a big shield!
The force of this blow was so great that even the tough tower shield let out a shrill groan! With the momentum, the rusty sword in the monster's hand cracked the finger-thick iron sheet, and the thick back of the sword was already embedded in it.
Into the crooked plank!
Even so, this sword still has no choice but to go through the tower shield, which has been tested in countless wars. The flexibility of the combination of iron and wood removes all the power...
But the person supporting the tower shield was not that flexible. Amid the sharp screams, his arms were already hanging down limply! And the attacker lost no time in kicking the shield! Then the shield formation was destroyed.
This stone bullet-like living creature was pushed away... and then with a wave of its sharp left claw, the human being who bent down in pain was tightly grasped by palms filled with the smell of blood.
A long scream sounded, and then suddenly stopped, red and white sticky liquid was already flowing from the fingers!
He dropped the body that was getting cold in his hands, gripped the handle of the knife wrapped in animal skin with both hands, and let out a roar like falling rocks, and broke into the adventurers.
The slender blade has been danced into a gray shadow. In the dark woodland, it rushes forward with the sound of tearing wind... Contact with each figure, and then separate, everything that blocks his path
, were all knocked away, bounced off, and torn apart. A few strong men even flew up together with the tower shields in their hands... Accompanied by the grinding and cracking sounds that made people's teeth hurt, the adventurers' defense formations were torn apart.
A gap opened up, and the jackals who followed naturally swarmed forward to expand this advantage.
Suddenly there was a fierce clash of blades, muffled roars, and people from both sides fell down from time to time. The tip of the sword penetrated the chest and abdomen, the blade cut the throat, the warhammer crushed the bones and flesh, and blood sprayed out from the men's bodies with sharp claws.
Wet stains the already wet red fallen leaves.
"What the hell..." Not far away, the hunter who took all this into consideration couldn't help but cursed in his heart, and his knuckles holding the longbow turned a little white.
He originally did not expect these adventurers to make good tactical cooperation, but it was beyond his expectation that these guys collapsed so quickly.
Even though the mercenaries are much worse in terms of coordination, their equipment is comparable to that of the city guards and even ordinary knights in big cities. The habit of fighting on their own has long been ingrained in their bones, but precisely because of this
In this way, their fighting style is more focused on chaotic fighting, but at this moment, the sword skills, speed, or other things they were originally proud of have no effect at all! They used to deal with several gnolls without falling behind.
experts, but now they can barely cope with one or two
In comparison, those jackals understand the meaning of the word "cooperation" better - the wedge-shaped formation is most suitable for charging, and although the speed advantage brought by their strong hind limbs is not as good as that of mounts, they still want to separate a group of people who are fighting on their own.
But it is not difficult for the guys to do it, and the arrows thrown by the kobolds from behind are enough to throw the human team into chaos!
At this time, it is difficult for one person to shake the situation, even Edward, who is known as the King of Hunters.
The power of the pulley bow he used was good, but it was at the expense of firing speed. He fired three arrows in a row to kill the three wolf men at the farthest end of his sight, and he had to find a cover to avoid it.
Those arrows found their opponent. Although he had chosen this remote location from the beginning so that there were not many enemies around him, if the entire team was wiped out, his life would be equally dangerous.
But at this time, is it really difficult for one person to shake the situation?
not necessarily.
The chaos lasted for a moment...a very short moment. Until the figure wrapped in a black robe emerged silently from the darkness.
A low murmur penetrated the noisy battlefield, and something invisible burst out from where she stood...or rather, from her body.
After passing through a distance of dozens of feet and extending outward in this invisible range, the dozen jackals who bore the brunt slowed down - they shook their bodies and swung their long heads, as if trying to break away from something.
They were restrained, but in just a breath, they even dropped the crude weapons in their hands to the ground! After struggling again, they plunged into the mud on the ground!
It's not death, but this defenseless state is no different from death.
Only one or two particularly strong guys could withstand this effect, but even so, they lost their original flying speed. Then they had to deal with the arrows coming from the mercenaries in a hurry.
At this time, the second chant formed a short rune... and five dazzling rays of light pierced the darkness!
The moment the light shot out from between the five fingers of the black-robed mage, it caused a heart-stopping crackling sound! This crooked electric light crossed the forest, and first hit the strong jackal in front, with a crisp clicking sound.
It made him jump up suddenly, and even his whole body skeleton was vaguely visible! Then he immediately jumped in the other direction, turned into a bright lightning chain and wrapped around the upper body of another jackal, and then fell to the next one... When the thickness of that man's waist was
The electric light eventually turned into arcs of electricity that exploded in all directions, and five or six of the strongest jackals were already transformed into charred and cooked meat!
Edward held his breath and stared at the black figure intently.
That is the power of arcane magic... It's just a short rune, a gently drawn gesture, but the power it produces is so powerful that it makes people tremble... Something in the heart burns like a flame, urging
His body trembled slightly - this feeling was no longer envy or jealousy... but desire.
At this time, another figure also wrapped in a black robe appeared. He did not know when he had entered the edge of the clearing. Jackals continued to rush towards him! Facing a dozen enemies who had regrouped
, he just walked forward like that, as if the formation of jackals in front of him were just dolls made of paper and clay...
Until the first enemy approaches him.
Draw your sword.
With just one sword, he pierced the enemy on the sword's edge!
...The three strong jackals howled and tried to pounce on the prey that had left everyone's defense, but they could not even stop him slightly. The long sword in the latter's hand circled, and the long sword in his hand drew a circle.
There was a curved electric light, and in just one stroke, they were decapitated with a sword!
The jackals finally felt the fear. They howled and surrounded them from all directions. It seemed that they were going to use their numerical advantage to deal with the difficult enemy. The strange howls came one after another, and for a moment, it seemed that the entire Whispering Forest was filled with fear.
It has come to life, and everywhere is filled with that terrible howl!
All this fell in Edward's eyes.
But the young man's heart seemed to be constantly being weighed down by big rocks!
The number of Jackals around him was those huge rocks... Even though the noise of the battlefield made his hearing less sensitive, he was certain that there were definitely no less than two hundred Jackals approaching here in the forest so far.
!
That's not much that can be described.
This jungle is the home ground of jackals and kobolds. The dense trees can always provide them with the most secure defense. Even if the area of the open space is expanded, this advantage will still not produce any change... What's more, the time is the same.
On their side, the jackals also have the habit of hunting in groups like their relatives, and they have human-like intelligence, so calling friends is often several times better than the original.
The number accounts for several times the advantage and is still expanding.
Even though the four people who hired the mercenaries seem to be very capable, the disadvantage in numbers is no joke... One person's physical strength is limited after all, and it is impossible to protect everyone's safety. Even if the four of them can escape safely, but
How many of my group of mercenaries can survive in this chaotic battlefield?
Moreover, this is not the only abnormal situation.
There was also the vague and gloomy aura in the air... enough to make Edward certain that those appearing around him were definitely not normal jackals.
In several years of hunting career, Edward has had countless encounters with this race... He knows that this race that tends to settle down still retains the remnants of animals. They can rely on the strong to bully the weak, but there is no real courage.
When facing a powerful enemy, one should never disregard one's life or sacrifice one's own life...
And what appears in front of us now is not a particularly good species. They are not afraid of death. The reason for their superior strength is probably due to these vaguely scattered in the surrounding air, which makes people feel depressed, but they don't know why.
fog.
Edward is not a spellcaster, but this does not mean that he cannot discern the symbolic meaning behind the various phenomena caused by spells.
In his memory, there were some peculiar situations among the jackals,
That was what a guy who escaped with his life deep in the jungle said intermittently after drinking a bottle of fire wine - a group of jackals that is larger than the common family team or settlement group, or it can be called a tribe.
And they usually have a guy called a psychic witch doctor - that's not just a pretentious thing, but a real psychic - who can live in the legend of the god of the jackals.
Borrow the power of the demon lord of the bottomless abyss to cast magical-like abilities.
And now the abnormal state of these jackals seems to be confirming this rumor.;
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