Mage Joan

Joan slammed his hands in succession, killing the Jackals who fled to the exit of the canyon one by one.

The jackals who followed were witnessing the huge monsters of half-humans and half-eagles hovering over the canyon, constantly photographing giant palms to kill the clan who tried to escape, like a terrifying demon, most of them were scared to turn their heads and flee to the other side of the canyon One exit.

Occasionally, the daring jackals were unbelievable, pulling their long bows to shoot at the sky, trying to force Joan to flash away.

However, none of the bows and arrows in their hands are enchanted weapons. Even if they have great strength, the arrows they fly to a height of one hundred feet will become the end of the strong crossbow, and they cannot break through Joan's "anti-arrow enchantment."

The arrows are useless, and the jackals cannot fly. They can only give up the idea of ​​forcible breakthrough and turn to the exit opposite the canyon.

At the other exit, there was no monster like Joan blocking the way. The group of gangsters escaped the canyon smoothly and regrouped in the open area overgrown with weeds.

Just breathing for a while, I hadn't figured out what to do next. Suddenly a horn sounded from across the woods, and the two teams dressed in snowy armor rushed out.

George Vassar took the lead and led the Knights to charge with guns, like a raging iron current crushing the panicked jackals.

After a storm-like charge, the Jackals on the grass were completely dispersed. The leader of the regiment was also pierced in the chest by a shot of Major Vasa. The body was suspended on the steel gun like a **** flag.

The Cavaliers did not stay after the charge. Under the leadership of Major Vaasa and Major Green, they were divided into two teams and spread out to the sides. The cavalry queue was like two silver snakes drawing an arc on the grass, making a big circle and turning around and rushing back. .

At the same time when the Knights adjusted their formation, Colonel Harrison personally led Assa Hunter to rush out of the woods and greeted the stunned jackals with a burst of arrow rain.

This unlucky Jackal warrior group was first attacked by a shooter in the canyon, the camp was burnt by rockets, fled to the south side of the valley and was blocked by a fierce and magical eagle man, and the fart came back.

Finally, he escaped from the valley entrance on the north side, and he entered another "pocket formation" under Colonel Harrison. He was crushed by heavy cavalry and shot by cavalry. The remaining jackals were still unwilling to surrender. Turn around and escape back to the valley.

Jackals flowed with arrows and bullets on their heads, and they fled in embarrassment. They dropped more than ten corpses along the way. Finally, there were only more than thirty people and a similar number of hyenas, and returned to the exit of the canyon guarded by Joan.

Joan saw that the group of "Mourning Dogs" ran back again. At first, he didn't care much. He used the previous tactics and remotely controlled the "Mage Assaulting Palm" to attack the jackals gathered in the narrow valley.

A slap fell, flesh and blood splashed, and screams repeated.

However, he soon found something was wrong.

The exit of the canyon was clearly blocked by "cobweb" and "greasy". The group of jackals rushed forward like crazy, are they all scared and stupid, do not know that such a hard break is pure death?

Joan, with confusion, paid close attention to the battlefield dynamics below.

It was quickly surprised to find that the group of jackals who were eager to escape was not only stupid, but also showed a near-cruel survival wisdom at the juncture of the crisis, driving the hyenas who were loyal and following them to explore the road.

And when all the hyenas have fallen into traps of oil sludge, or are caught in cobwebs, and at the same time, they use their own flesh and blood to lay a safe passage for the jackals behind them.

The jackals in the canyon eager to escape didn't care about the hyena's life and death, stepped on their bodies, and quickly walked through the canyon and drilled deep into the jungle.

After all, Joan still lacks battlefield experience, witnessing the jackal abandoning the hyena and walking through the traps he laid, and he can only remotely control a "mage to attack the palm". In any case, it is impossible to stop the thirty by himself. Many gangsters eager to kill a **** road are at a loss.

Seeing the group of jackals moving away, Joan forced himself to calm down, first to perform "windstorm", to report to Colonel Harrison that the small coyote had escaped from the southern end of the canyon, and then spread his wings to fly, tracking the group of escapes in the air Jackal into the forest.

Joan maintained a height of one hundred feet off the ground, flapping his wings in the air, and the sharp eagle eyes stared at the group of gangsters who had no choice.

First go through the canyon, then over the meadow surrounded by streams, and then follow them to an open valley with sparse trees.

The group of jackals have been running for nearly an hour, all of them so tired that they stick out their tongues, breathless.

Seeing their exhausted look, Joan quickly checked his spell reserve, and counted the remaining "mythical power" and "Sid mana", enough to bless all the spells that can improve the combat power and defense, and then landed and changed. As a "tree man", you should be able to kill all the groups of tired parasites.

Of course, the premise is that the other party will try their best to fight with themselves.

If this group of rogues chooses to run around, Joanne can't wipe them all.

Thinking this way, Qiao An's heart rose to kill.

He was about to put this plan into practice. Suddenly there was a long whine in the valley, and someone seemed to sound the horn.

Joan couldn't hear what the horn sound meant, but the jackals on the ground who were tired and sitting on the ground all had their ears raised, and a look of surprise gradually appeared on their faces. The direction of coming rushed past.

Seeing that they suddenly became so excited, Joan guessed that the horn was mostly from a Jackal Warrior. These defeated gangsters found a large army, and then they launched a counterattack.

Considering that he shouldered the important mission of reconnaissance of the enemy, and driven by curiosity, Joan decided to continue to track down and figure out how many jackal gangsters were stationed in the valley, so as to promptly remind his troops to prepare for the battle.

Before entering the valley, Joan first blessed himself with "invisibility", so as not to cause the jackal to be alert, and then lowered the flying height and hovered near the valley.

The sharp vision of the eagles was blocked by the foliage, and Joan really saw many jackals marching in the forest, followed by a large group of ferocious hyenas beside them.

When Joan saw a leafy tree nearby, he quietly gathered his wings and landed on the canopy. He leaned over to look at the jackals who had passed by the team below the tree. March, or a particularly strong war group.

Obsessed for a moment, Joanne was surprised to find that this unit had significant differences from equipment to discipline compared to the two warfare groups encountered before.

In Joan’s impression, the jackal’s equipment level is commensurate with his rogue identity, and there is basically no uniform standard equipment.

Spears, swords, and even farming tools are mixed. A few wear leather armor, mostly naked, or wear whatever clothes they grab after looting the village, and even the woman’s skirt is put on the body without care, it looks messy and messy. dirty.

Such a chaotic team, of course, can hardly be said to have strict military discipline, plus the jackals are naturally impulsive and combative, and they are free and scattered. When they reach the battlefield, there is a lot of sand. When the bullying is weak, they swarm up and encounter the regular army.

Therefore, the fighting strength of a single jackal is obviously stronger than that of human soldiers. Once an army is formed, it is not as powerful as an equal number of humans.

However, this Jackal army marching in front of Joan seems to be an exception.

All of them were dressed in brown leather armor, long bows on their backs, scimitars on their waists, armed with spears, and walked through the forest silently.

Even the hyenas that followed their feet buried their heads in a hurry, and never barked.

Witnessing this "atypical" jackal army in front of him, Joan instinctively felt that an atmosphere of killing was pervading the forest.

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