Mages Are Too OP

Although there were more soldiers under Old John, they were beaten back and forth and their morale dropped.

Moreover, the three golden sons took the lead and harvested the life of the enemy.

In the cold weapon war, without the caster's participation, the soldiers, or combat priests, are all powerful.

They lead the way. Every time they kill an enemy, their morale will rise, and the enemy will fall. This is the most important role of generals in combat.

Just five minutes after Hawk joined the battle, the enemy was defeated by the collapse of morale.

The first time I saw the real John on the battlefield, I was completely blinded, and I didn't have the gesture of enthusiasm before.

His ears were full of screams of fighting, the muffled sound of a long sword severing his limbs, or a blunt weapon hitting a shield and striking the armor.

He watched the soldiers next to him fall one by one. He was pale and afraid to move, but no one came to trouble him.

He looked at his father leading a small army and seemed to want to break through, but he was blocked by Hawke.

Hawke is very strong, even stronger than Link.

Link's homeopathic and whirlwind can only turn five times.

But Hawke can turn ten times in a row. His giant sword is longer and bigger, moving while turning, flying sand and stones, flesh and blood flying.

Even more ridiculous is that although he only wore soft leather armor, the soldiers' stabbing did not even break his muscles.

After the turn, he usually slashed, and the giant sword swept a large range, and two or three soldiers would die as soon as the sword went down.

Little John looked at Hawke like a whirlwind, turning around ... No soldiers could stand beside him.

In the end, he saw his father and Hawke face each other and watched his father be cut in half by Hawke's charge.

Little John looked at his father who had fallen into the pool of blood in the distance and shivered. Then he finally woke up and rushed hard.

In the process, no enemy stopped him.

He ran to his father's upper body, kneeling down in despair.

Thanks to the professional level of lv2, the old John of the Gunstool soldier is more tenacious, and even if his lower body flew to the other side, he did not die completely.

He lay in the pool of blood and saw little John running over, raising his right hand tremblingly.

Little John grabbed it and looked at his father whose internal organs were flowing from his abdomen, as his face slowly turned gray, and tears shed.

"Surrender ... patience ..." Old John's eyes closed slowly: "Blood veins ... inheritance."

After speaking the last word, old John closed his eyes completely.

Little John held his father's hand. Although he didn't cry, his body was trembling.

The city lord is dead, and the war will naturally end.

Jeter came to Little John and looked at the heartbroken latter, shaking his head slightly.

In the live broadcast room, players also discussed.

‘Little John is a little pitiful, his biological father is dying. ’

‘He is sorry, maybe he smiles in his heart, his father is dead, he is the city owner. ’

‘The upstairs is too humane. ’

‘You said to these feudal landlords about humanity? If they were human, there would not be so many beggars in the city, nor would they want to violently seek the pier and drive Hawke and others away. ’

‘Same feelings, sin deserves it. Can't be bullied by others, just give up everything. ’

‘I do n’t understand these things about human nature, I just feel that these soldiers are good food, and almost half of them died in less than half an hour. ’

‘In war, the advantages of professionals are too great. I estimate that if there are five lv5 level teams with a reasonable configuration, they can compete against the regular army of hundreds of people. ’

‘Do n’t be too arrogant. Holavon is a novice village, which is relatively weak among all countries. There are many powerful countries outside, such as France, and the number of professionals in their army is much stronger than that of Holavon. There is no such thing as a desert kingdom in Urganda. Everyone is a soldier. The number of professionals in the army may reach 10%. As far as the Frost Star Kingdom is concerned, I heard that there was a mysterious and powerful Frostwolf clan from birth who was a professional. They adore the winter wolf god, and the winter wolf saint heard that the throne is legendary. ’

‘What ’s upstairs, it ’s right. ’

‘The speaker ’s id is Shuk ... This is not the founder of the f6 guild! ’

‘I ’m going, the only guild president in the game right now. It's a big guy, disrespectful. ’

‘It ’s easy to say, the goddess looks good to me and just enjoys eating. ’

'cut! How can these big brothers love the smell so much. Principal Huang also said that he looks handsome. ’

‘Smee is always better than being tall. It ’s better to see people with their noses. ’

‘This is also true. ’

Even when looking at this rather **** and sad picture, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is still sand sculptured. For most players, even if the world is real, their sense of identity and substitution are still not too high.

Little John hugged his father's body and felt that the latter had become cold.

It was cold in my heart.

At this time, the sound of the battlefield was suddenly quieter, and the cry for killing was already very low.

Most of the soldiers had thrown away their weapons and squatted with their heads surrendered.

Only a small number of highly loyal soldiers do not stand hard.

Hawk dragged the great sword, walked in front of Little John, looked down at him, and said, "What do you plan to do next."

Little John raised his head blankly, with a hint of sarcasm on his sorrowful face: "Don't you want to kill me? Why do you ask so much?"

Hawk smiled, because of his strong orc-like body and his face-faced flesh, he looked rather terrible: "Depending on what you answer, we will decide your life and death."

Little John put his father's body on the ground carefully, and he slowly stood up and said, "You ask."

Hawk looked around and no one was stubborn: "Are you willing to be a puppet?"

Little John looked around, the living soldiers were rushed together by the beggar army, and on the street, there were human limbs or corpses everywhere. Some soldiers who had not yet died were sleeping on the ground and issued a painful groan (yin), Pastor Jeter is trying his best to rescue those dying soldiers, regardless of enemy or self.

This is part of the noble face of human nature, but more reasons are ... Saving people can brush experience points.

Ninety percent of the soldiers in Delbon are here ... Little John withdrew his gaze, and he looked at Hawk bitterly: "Do I have the right to refuse?"

"Have."

"At the cost of death?"

Hawk nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Little John asked: "The maid in that castle, as well as my mother and sister, what are you going to do about it?"

"They want to go and stay, stay and stay. We will not do anything to restrict them, of course, the premise is that they don't provoke us, quietly continue to be their own lady and elder lady."

"Your soldiers will agree?" Little John said with a clear sarcasm: "It's a weird thing to break the city and don't drive, they don't betray."

Hawk sneered and said contemptuously: "Don't compare the army trained by our golden son with the private soldiers of your noble lords."