arcane emperor

Chapter 42 Crush them!

The victorious soldiers, all with smiles on their faces, advanced in unison in the direction of Clark's escape.

Angela, who knew the truth, shouted in a clear and bright voice:
"We are the soldiers of the lord, the shields that guard the territory, and the sharp blades that defeat the enemy!"

"After a few minutes, the remaining members of the slave-catching group actually pinned their hopes on hundreds of kobolds. They are waiting for us to lose both sides and then come out to take advantage."

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused a burst of laughter from the soldiers. Angela quickly said:

"I guess the reason is also very simple. The people in the slave-catching group are afraid, and they no longer have the belief to win!"

"However, they are destined to be disappointed. The Lord will deal with all the kobolds personally, and we can catch them by surprise!"

When Matthew was mentioned, the soldiers all looked at him with reverence. Old John struck while the iron was hot and shouted:
"victory!"

The soldiers shouted in unison:
"victory!"

The fanatical shouts echoed in the empty and flat wasteland, and also reached the ears of the slave-catching group.

Clark, who was a little panicked, hurriedly pointed to the direction of the sound and whispered in an unbelievable tone:

"This is definitely not a newly formed militia, it must be an elite force sent by the Seer family!"

Wearing a fully covered metal armor, Bloody Kahn was 1 meters tall, carrying a single-edged axe, and exuding an astonishing murderous aura.

As a warrior who is about to enter the high-level profession, Bloodhand Kahn not only possesses strong strength, but also has considerable combat experience.

Since he joined the Pfizer caravan, he has experienced dozens of battles, large and small, and seen many dangerous and terrifying opponents.

He has killed orcs who were strong and powerful.

He also chopped off the head of a troll that had a strong ability to recover.

He also once went deep into the northern wilderness and hunted huge ogres with extraordinary strength.

However, he has never seen any enemies with such terrifying tacit understanding and momentum as the soldiers in front of him.

Their individual strength is not strong, and some are not even professionals.

However, their tacit understanding is extremely terrifying.

The uniform pace, such a unified formation, and such a powerful momentum cannot be explained by Clark's "elite" words.

At this time, Kahn also knew that he was in big trouble!

Not to mention that the mysterious spellcaster Clark mentioned is very likely to be hidden among them.

From this point of view, this young lord must be well prepared!

Frowning helplessly, Bloodhand Kahn secretly made up his mind to retreat directly if the situation went bad.

Although making money is important, life is more important!

Before the battle even started, the two sides were already divided in their determination to fight.

It can be seen from this that Matthew took great pains to create an impact and effect that was as devastating as victory.

Wang!Wang!Wang!
Shouts came one after another from the distance, and hundreds of figures with teeth and claws came out of the dark corners of the dark forest.

The members of the slave-catching group, who looked a little ugly, felt relieved and thought and prayed silently in their hearts.

Seeing the kobolds coming like a tide, Bloodhand Kahn breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had this preparation, which at least stabilized his momentum.

But he also knew very well that he could not completely count on these hundreds of kobolds with weak combat capabilities, but more on the money-grubbing thugs under his command: "We are not particularly good at frontal combat, and unscrupulous means are our label."

"As long as we can win, the one who survives to the end is the winner!"

"As long as we defeat these soldiers, Bay Village will be ours."

"Haven't everyone been holding it in for a long time? Come on and show off your special skills!"

"Besides, I don't need to say more about the consequences of not completing the task, right?"

Hearing the somewhat cold tone of Blood-Hand Kahn, the somewhat uneasy members of the slave-catching group suddenly shuddered.

Stimulated by death and wealth, they all blushed and stared at the soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and began to make final preparations before fighting.

With a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, Bloodhand Kahn put down his silver-white metal mask, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes, and shouted in a muffled voice:
"Charge with me in close combat. As long as we break through the defense of the 1st platoon, victory will be ours!"

"Others took a detour and cooperated with me to attack from both sides. I advise everyone not to be lazy, otherwise I will take action myself without waiting for punishment!"

The anxious members of the slave-catching group adjusted their status one after another and prepared to fight hard next.

The soldiers moving forward also saw the kobolds rushing towards them.

Kobolds are not tall, only about 1 meters tall.

It has dark red scaly skin and a pointed head, and looks more like a standing lizard.

The reason why they are called kobolds is because of the sound they make, barking and whining.

The kobold did not wear any armor, and was only wrapped in dark red coarse rags, which seemed to be dyed with some kind of paint.

The weapons were also very dilapidated, full of cracks and rust, and had obviously not been properly maintained. There were even some kobolds holding stone locks.

Although there are many in number, the formation is scattered, giving people the feeling that they will scatter at any time.

Despite the huge disparity in numbers, the soldiers all had a very strong momentum.

They believed in what Commander Angela said, the mysterious and powerful Lord, who would deal with these ignorant kobolds.

In fact, everyone is a little curious in their hearts, wondering what method the Lord will use to deal with such a large number of kobolds.

Gently stroking the staff, Matthew looked at the remaining mana.

After drinking a bottle of mana potion, it has now recovered to 280 points and can release 28 first-level spells.

Taking into account the additional consumption of three fireball spells, 90 mana points need to be left, leaving 190 mana points at his disposal.

An ordinary level 2 mage can only cast a total of three 0-level spells and three 3-level spells!
This is the power of the Arcanist!
It also proves how terrible Matthew’s talent is!
The soldiers left the reeds of the wasteland and came to the edge of the dark forest.

The kobold emerged from the trees and charged towards him with a roar.

Not only did the soldiers in formation not stop, but they strode forward amidst Angela's shouts.

They formed a neat square formation and saw the slave-catching group professionals emerging from behind the kobold array, their eyes quite firm.

Angela stood up, raised her sword and pointed it at the well-armed warrior. The light around her became more and more dazzling, and she shouted crisply:

"Crush them!"

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(End of this chapter)