Master Fran and Master Autga's journey back to the other shore was not smooth, another magical apprentice fell down on that damn little witch's endless

  Under the magic water arrow.

  After finally arriving at the southern shore, the two masters used space to gain time and gradually turned the tide.

  Across the wide Sanggan River, even if one were a skilled archer, it would not be an easy task to hit a moving object, let alone attack with magic.

  At this time, the magical battle between the two sides changed from a close-range quick exchange to a high-level magical performance... Only mid-to-high level magic can cover up the flaws.

  Covered-style strike will have a certain lethality against distant targets.

  In terms of equipment, there is not much difference between the two sides.

  Two magicians were well-prepared, with bundles of magic scrolls tucked away in their bosoms. After fighting for half a day, the two great magicians suddenly remembered that they had pockets.

  There are still a few gems and magic crystals hidden here... This low-level mistake can't be blamed entirely on the two masters, Master Ferran and Master Autega had also participated in battles before.

  Fight, after all, still has a bit of combat experience. But in every battle, the magician is not holding it in his hands for fear of flying away, nor is he holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, but rather keeping it safe and sound.

  Placed at the rear to calm the situation, casting magic with ease; and which battle was like this before, encountering so many formidable opponents.

  Ever since arriving in this damned Bimon territory, I was first severely irritated by that Pig who couldn't be beaten no matter how hard I tried, and just when I finally settled the score with that Pig,

  After calming down, he fell into another bitter struggle, and was suddenly stimulated by the unexpected joy of "Blood Marrow". Then, he was severely humiliated by a mid-level water system magician.

  Insults, how can the two masters have the peace of mind to think?

  But it's not too late now, the magic stored in the gemstone and magic crystal is not as exaggerated as "blood marrow", but it's better than nothing. The two masters

  Their old faces flushing with excitement, they hastily swapped the gemstones on their staffs.

  Avery's equipment is not bad either, "Elemental Spring" and magic crystal are not mentioned, just the two months of accumulated magical conch shell scrolls are not a small number. Carlucci

  He was standing triumphantly behind the boss's wife, with only half a pocketful of magical conch shells.

  But in terms of real strength, Avril has no advantage at all.

  Water-based magic was originally the weakest of all branches in terms of attack power, and fire-based magic just happened to be the natural enemy of water-based magic. This gap is even more pronounced when using low-level spells.

  Magic is still not easy to see at this time, but in middle school

  In the competition of magic, this gap is evident. However, mermaids are born with the ability to communicate with water elements as a sea tribe, although they are mid-level magicians.

  The level of a mage. But Aria can still summon high-level magic through the shell scroll, which is much stronger than Otuga's master who can only use mid-level magic, but again

  The previous words of Master Ferrand ended Aivilo's good luck.

  A long-distance battle between magicians, both sides using mid-to-high level magic to bombard each other. Even the mermaid's casting speed, which was faster than a human magician, had its limits.

  It's even more so for one-on-one situations.

  Otga Master first launched a retaliatory attack on Eve with the mid-level fire magic "Flame Meteor", and Eve used the high-level water magic "Water Blade Storm"

  Rushed up and thoroughly defeated the power of this "Blazing Meteor".

  After the Water Element and Fire Element clashed fiercely and dissipated in the air, Master Ferran cunningly created a time difference, his high-level spatial magic "Three Wheels"

  "Dimensional Slash" just made its move at this time.

  It's really two old sly magicians, can't help but admit that this way of fighting, even if Evie has a small mouthful of "Elemental Spring" under her tongue root.

  It's fundamentally impossible to balance, just now Avril used speed to fight against five people, but now she has been restricted by speed in turn.

  The two masters were actually fully utilized by Avril's speed advantage, and at close range, they used "board brick broken Wu" to suffer a slight loss, which was not much different in strength.

  The swift and rapid fighting style of "technique, chopping knife and cleaving fist" was beaten.

  It's not just the two magicians who were beaten, but all members of the slave-catching team. Which one wasn't beaten by Feilongcui and his group of rural thugs using their fists?

  The teacher Fu was beaten to death by a group of thugs and was left unable to even find his direction.

  Humans are humans, after stabilizing their footing, they can always find a way to solve the problem, dig out their own strengths and weaknesses of the enemy, and then turn around to attack each other.

  This is also the most fundamental reason why humans can dominate this continent, rather than demons, elves or dwarves.

  Avril is now in a desperate situation, the "Three-Wheeled Dimensional Slash" flying across the river surface is like three flying axes riding the wind and waves, and it's hard to use continuous shooting water arrows

  One was knocked down, and the remaining two were already flying in front of his eyes.

  Master Fran's expectant expression fell flat once again.

  He also ignored the two beauties' sacrifices, ignoring sacrifices and ignoring mages are equally foolish acts, just as Master Otuga summoned "Blazing Meteor"

  The two priests have already begun chanting a loud war song.

  The remaining two powerful magical powers of "Three-Wheeled Dimensional Slash" vanished into thin air at the moment they approached the riverbank. Although relying solely on one "Ariana Drive"

  The power of "Scattered Song" cannot dispel the energy of a high-level magic, but with two battle songs and one war dance, it is absolutely possible to dispel a guide-level magic.

  It's a problem.

  "Song of Dispel Magic?" The two masters looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in unison, both seemingly disappointed.

  Not yet dead until reaching the Sanggan River.

  Because they knew that the chanting speed of the war song of the Bi Meng sacrifice was far from comparable to the casting speed of the magician, the two unyielding magicians once again summoned a

  A high-level magic and an intermediate-level magic shot towards the opposite shore.

  This time, Avril didn't even bother to intercept the two spells with her hands. Instead, she used a single "Hurricane Slash" to bring the massive waves of the Sanggan River crashing down on the two of them.

  Human Magician.

  The demonic pets of the two weren't just for show, and the thunderbolts of the Komodo Warbeast and the Velociraptor had made both mages aware of a serious issue...

  A Wyrm-class magical beast that only a guild-registered magician of Wizard rank or higher can resist.

  Although the two demons used magic that was not high-ranking, they could cast spells instantly, rather than like mages who needed to go through long incantations and chanting.

  Summoning.

  In long-distance combat, apart from the use of Master-level magic by Mages, Saint-level magic by Archmages and Divine-level magic by Holy Mages, the Wyverns were also a powerful force to be reckoned with.

  Apart from being powerless. Other levels of magic, the sub-dragon level magical beasts can completely rely on their own instant magic release speed advantage to use quantity to crush quality.

  The two masters' levels were still far from reaching the level of using magic above the Zongshi stage, so they could only continue to suffer in silence.

  The "Hurricane Slash" suddenly shattered the shields of the two master mages into pieces, not a row of brave warriors holding war shields in front of their faces.

  The soldiers, both masters more or less have to hang some colors now.

  Under the reluctant summons of Count Toti, the two proud great mages fled onto the riverbank, where neither could do anything to each other.

  The war of the magicians has been tacitly declared over.

  Count Toti wanted to cry at this time.

  When departing from Dolotte, it was a luxurious formation consisting of 3,000 mercenaries and looters. As soon as they entered the gates of Florence, an entire company of gunners and a company of great swordsmen were formed.

  And an archer fell dead on the red earth slope of the death stairs. Plus a heavily armed giant scythe hand burned by a big fire and killed by that fake death Piggie

  Slingers and crossbowmen, as well as that fearsome birdwing ballista cart, thundered down the mages' followers. By conservative estimate, four hundred and fifty people fell before they even crossed the river.

  The situation in the Sanggan River was even more unbearable, as at least 70 or 80 mercenaries who couldn't swim drowned, and more than 20 hippopotamus warriors were smashed to pieces.

  Five-handle short axe. Few words, and another 134 people were killed, also taking with them about 250 light cavalrymen who were killed along with their horses, barely climbing up the north bank of three hundred

  Mercenaries, two Wyvern cultists, two Temple Knights, a Mammoth cavalry mixed squad plus hundreds of Bear Goblins, Earth Goblins and Cannibal Demons suddenly appeared.

  With the help of hands, the killed soldiers were cleaned up neatly.

  After great difficulty, forty cavalrymen were transported over. They also got a soaking.

  The entire slave-catching party is now left with less than 1,600 people, from nearly 3,000 at the start, and in the blink of an eye, half of the troops have disappeared.

  Of the remaining personnel, apart from more than three hundred attendants and their grooms who were loyal to the Shahrbari family and remained intact, the greatest loss of the Shahrbari family was during the crossing

  The river was defeated by the hippopotamus warriors, a slave-catching squad and more than 40 excellent scouts who were originally dispatched. The others were miserable, and the "Dragon Whirlwind" mercenary group's giant

  The Scythe Hand only had fifty people left, two company commanders were killed, the "Metal Rose" mercenary corps was even more miserable, the commander and deputy commander were all killed, and currently there are only three companies left on the south bank.

  His light cavalry and about seventy of the colonel's personal guard, three hundred more of the light cavalry were soaked to the skin... a medium-sized mercenary regiment of fifteen hundred men

  They were actually beaten and crippled. The two magicians, with the help of "blood marrow", even killed their own two apprentices and all their followers by the opponent.

  They fled in disarray.

  "Fooled again!" Count Toti gazed at the Sanggan River with a mixture of frustration and regret, muttering to himself.

  They have two hundred strong slave warriors, twenty or so Aurophen warriors, twenty or so hippopotamus warriors, three hundred earth spirit warriors and two hundred vassal tribe warriors.

  Add two Wyvern Riders and two Temple Knights plus one Water System Magician, this strength is enough to fight a head-on battle with the Slaver's Guild.

  But the opponent chose a strategy, under this sinister strategy, at the cost of slight casualties and a burnt red earth slope, annihilated the human slave catcher team.

  A whole horse and half a man!

  "I, a proud graduate of the University of San Francisco, was unexpectedly toyed with by a group of stupid beastmen"

  In the middle, first lean

  The treacherous terrain was used to ambush me, misleading my thinking, underestimating the enemy and advancing rashly, and then using the Sanggan River water army to strike at me... such a vicious plan.

  "Who could have thought of this? We were the ones who ambushed them after all..." The Earl was thinking about this question over and over in his mind, poor Earl was almost tortured to death.

  Crazy.

  Looking at the Sanggan River, this insurmountable natural barrier, the Earl couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

  "Godfather!" Why didn't I bring a high-ranking godfather this time, but only brought a pastor! If there is a sacred spell of the godfather, how could it be allowed to be covered by the evil halo of Bimont's sacrifice?

  Curse my cavalry! Why didn't I bring enough heavy infantry this time?! With heavy infantry, how could eight be blocked by Bamont on the death stairs?!

  How long! If my catapult squad and crossbow squad were still here, if the geometer Archimedes was still here, how could they let two mages personally go to cover their own landing?

  "Infantry! Why don't I have a wizard? Sanggan River, why the hell isn't there a bridge?" The count yelled at the Sanggan River, pulling out his sword.

  His sword swung wildly at the air once again.

  "Shall we retreat back to Dolotte for now, sir?" Master Fran asked cautiously.

  "It's really frustrating." The Earl shook his head in pain and gazed again at the other shore, where there was a beauty. There was everything he wanted, but there was a way

  The Sanggan River has a group of hippopotamus warriors who are extremely dangerous.

  The opposite bank erupted in cheers. The bamboo rafts were once again crawling with countless Bimon warriors, apparently preparing to counterattack.

  The earl stared blankly for half a moment, and only when he saw these people rowing the oars did he realize that it was indeed true.

  Is there such a good thing? The earl rolled his eyes in some disbelief.

  The Earl quickly made an accurate estimate with his own brain, and there were only about 500-600 soldiers in total under Mont's command. The number of wooden boats and bamboo rafts was not

  Many, the first batch transported across the river was at most two or three hundred people. The Komodo War giant beast is temporarily not counted due to its large body size, Velociraptor and Mammoth

  It's actually possible

  Water, however, the two magicians are still there, and the magic belt is very full. Moreover, both masters can use the fire system magic that mammoths fear most, and Ben's department still has

  There were 1,600 men, including 1,000 light cavalrymen who could use lances to charge and kill when disembarking at Bimon, as well as 50 heavy halberdiers, and infantry of about 500-600.

  This ratio made Earl's heart beat so fast.

  Without the natural barrier of the Sanggan River, how could they be so confident? Was it another conspiracy? The earl was already thinking about another possibility on his flying sword.

  As if in response to the Earl's conjecture, dozens of bamboo boats suddenly appeared on the river surface, with countless Bi Mong warriors standing on them.

  "Pfft! This is just a trick of the eye! Earl, what should we do now? You mustn't be deceived by this manipulative light magic."

  The two magicians apparently also became restless at once, the human subconscious personality of not wanting to admit defeat, even the erudite magician could not escape.

  "General standby!" The Earl gritted his teeth: "Form a battle line to meet the enemy!"

  A slightly strange "king" character-shaped battle array opened its bloody mouth again on the beach below the river embankment where the "Feilongqu" toll station was located.

  Five or six hundred coolies were scattered in a skirmishing line at the front, and with over three hundred Sherpa families' slaves and hundreds of laborers behind them.

  Settled on the northernmost shore of the Sanggan River, in this compact square formation were heavily armed giant scythe-wielding warriors and Count-sama, along with dozens of martial arts experts.

  Even the dozen or so black slaves were armed and followed closely, with over a thousand light cavalrymen spreading out from the count's flanks, two mages and an apprentice standing by.

  Behind the cavalry, sitting upright on a simple platform temporarily built with bamboo, waiting in array.

  This hierarchical framework, in fact, each layer is set with a legitimate Earl's lineage, which has a bit of a vanguard meaning.

  Why were the most poorly equipped servants placed at the forefront, aside from their lives being cheaper, the two magicians and Count-sama had other considerations.

  There is a deep intention... This battle really trains people. After experiencing a series of blows, the two magicians began to learn to be very calm.

  I've been thinking about this issue.

  The more Count Toti observed the terrain, the more he felt his grasp was increasing.

  This place is really good, a hundred yards back from the beach is the riverbank, and two hundred yards or so up on the riverbank is a burning red earth slope, which can provide a good view.

  The line, this large beach is about forty yards long and two hundred yards wide, an open space that is also the only large-scale shoreline.

  Elsewhere the riverbank was too narrow and steep, but here it was as if it had been struck by a giant fist. There was a huge landslide that formed a natural harbor.

  Shore.

  If these Bhim choose to climb up the steep riverbank elsewhere, then the cavalry can quickly rush over and stab each exposed Bhim to death with their lances.

  The luxuriant reeds on the riverbank were cut down by the soldiers and piled up in a row at the riverbank, which was used to set fire to block the Mammoth cavalry;

  The muddy terrain, due to the arrival of winter, had turned from its original softness into something as hard as iron, making it perfectly suitable for a cavalry charge. A thousand horsemen! My lord, the count.

  I thought I could trade two cavalrymen for one of your Mongol warriors and still have a good deal.

  Everything is ready. The Earl had a handful of sweat in his palm.

  The two magicians started to get the better of the two priests again, and the monster's attack magic was only a few hundred meters away, but the magician still had the upper hand.

  Two magicians knew that trying to sink a ship in front of a beautiful mermaid and two priests who could use "Ariana's Dispersing Song" was like dreaming, but they still had to try.

  Give it a try.

  The true and false vines were mixed together, the two Mahayana masters weren't soldiers who excavated gems and magic crystals, but they really didn't have a backhand to deal with these cunning comparisons.

  Mongol warrior.

  The distance is approaching two hundred yards now, will

  The swift dragon in the river suddenly burst forth, and Masters Fran and Otga began to take a beating. The magical beast's instant magic was just too powerful. The two masters were like

  They helped the heavily armed troops add a few shields and then there was no response. At this time, the two masters' arrangement took effect, and the soldiers used simple wooden shields to protect the heavy armor.

  Giant Scythe Hands and Slave Hunters, wooden shields are quite effective against the "Chain Lightning" attack of the Swift Dragon. Wood is non-conductive after all. Although the fallen soldiers had some...

  A small loss, but this result is completely acceptable for the Earl.

  The slave catcher started using the bow and arrow to suppress the opponent. After all, they were not well-trained professional archers and didn't know that they should be using high-angle shooting at this time.

  Not a flat shot, so this sparse and scattered arrow rain will not bring much harm to the opponent. The opponent's shields are not few, and the two boats in front still stand with two flags

  A super turtle shell as big as a gate board.

  The Earl was again lamenting and shouting in regret, "Why is there no archer in the entire squadron?"

  The light cavalrymen in the rear ranks were restlessly holding back their warhorses, although the horses did not make any unusual movements, they still involuntarily went to rein them in.

  The reins were stiff, most of the cavalrymen were trembling, and the taste of falling into the water in winter was not good. They felt that their hands holding the gun were a bit numb.

  It seemed as if a myriad years had passed, when the bamboo raft and the wooden boat stopped about thirty feet from the shore, even the slow-witted

  The mammoths and tyrannosaurs that had been advancing also stopped in their tracks, now in the shallow water area. A dozen or so giant beasts stood with their bodies half-submerged in the water, their upper halves exposed.

  In cold and dry air.

  This is a dangerous distance.

  The earl and the two magicians were calculating that this distance was enough for the beautiful priestess to release the Komodo War Beast, and also enough for the Mammoth Cavalry to land and charge.

  It's time to light up the reeds.

  However, the Komodo War Beasts did not appear, and neither the Mammoth Cavalry nor the Velociraptors charged ashore.

  This is simply torturing the nerves of all humanity. The small-scale harassment from both sides has stopped for now, and the weapons in human hands have tightened and loosened, loosened and then tightened again.

  Each one was swallowing saliva with difficulty.

  "What's going on?" The Earl looked at these Bi Mong warriors with tension, unable to understand what kind of medicine they were selling.

  At this time, all the Bimons collectively raised their heads to face the sky and sang a song in unison with loud voices, as if they were mourning the death of their father and remarriage of their mother.

  "A river of Sanggan, waves wide, wind blows the fragrance of reeds on both banks. My home is on the high slope of red earth. I'm used to hearing the howling of the north wind and seeing the snow-capped mountains of Taymur."

  Friends came with rum.

  "If humans come... welcome them with bayonets" Who provided this?

  The singing voice is particularly powerful in the chorus of hundreds of people, and it also uses a relatively widely spread universal language of mankind, although there are many dialects that differ from place to place.

  The accent, however, did not hinder the human coalition's understanding ability.

  "What's a prism gun?" Human curiosity made everyone exchange curious glances and ask each other what this thing was.

  "Here comes the spear!" A thunderous explosion shook the earth from behind humanity.

  Humans collectively turn back.

  Twenty sturdy Pail tribe bear men, each holding two silver long spears that spun like windmills, stood behind the human battle array with flushed faces.

  On the riverbank about 100 meters away, behind them was thatched hut toll station; twenty-two Burmese men resembling lions of the vegetable garden tribe, each carrying a copper rod.

  Proudly standing on the left side of the able-bodied, forty-five Dir tribesmen riding ostrich-like mounts, in a line to the right of the bear people.

  The flag was raised, and many of the Sharba family's slave hunters showed a familiar expression.

  There was a lot of bright red mud on the hair and clothes of these Mongolians, and their expressions were cold and confident.

  The humans were completely absorbed in crossing the river by the Bimon army and didn't even notice when this group of Bimon appeared.

  "Don't be disorderly! Don't be disorderly! Whoever breaks the formation will be cut down!" The earl bellowed at the top of his lungs, even he himself didn't know how he was able to shout.

  So loud. The people around seemed to have a hint of commotion, but fortunately the Earl's direct descendants were more numerous and were suppressing it.

  "They don't even have a hundred men, you needn't worry! All infantry attention, keep your eyes straight ahead of you! Knights of the Metal Rose, attention!"

  "Take out these pests! For each one you take out, I'll give a reward of 100 gold coins!" The Count gave the order in as calm and gentle a tone as possible.

  Two masters watched intently at the wisteria in the river

  And the sound of the Mammoth Cavalry, occasionally turning their heads to observe this group of sudden appearance of Bi-Mon warriors, although on the surface the two masters still had a smile, but tightly grasping their staffs.

  The magic scroll has deeply betrayed their inner tension.

  The light cavalry of the Metal Rose were about to charge forward with a loud shout, when a sudden blow sent them fleeing in all directions.

  The bear people made way for a road, seven tall and majestic Russian giant elephants, like the stars and moon, set off a strong figure.

  Cavalrymen's eyelids.

  What a terrible yet familiar figure!

  Two tiger head hooks, back with wolf tooth stick, a body of fierce and wild muscles and signature chest hair, a 36-ounce gold chain around the neck.

  On his shoulder perched a golden parrot, leisurely preening its feathers. At his feet stood a Frostfur Pelt with a bearskin hat and leopard-skin apron.

  A little piglet with a small tail wagging back and forth.

  This frosty snowball's small paws were actually grasping two eight-sided bronze hammers that were even bigger than its body.

  A wolf and four green-skinned mantis-like men stood behind him with their hands clasped, their eyes cold and concentrated.

  Two great magicians stared blankly ahead, their mouths agape, like singing hippos.

  The light cavalry of Metal Rose will never forget who Bimont is! All humans will absolutely never forget who he is!

  A stairway of flashing sword lights! A bird-winged chariot shining with silver light! Flying guillotines! Raise a furry head and slam it to the ground!

  "Give you a fair chance! Mages and human warriors! I will let you see what it means to be a true warrior of Bimon!"

  "Besides, I will make you remember another phrase with your blood and life!" said the voice of Matchless Lang.

  A giant snowy crane accompanied by a silver light, fluttering and flying in the sky above the emerald green.

  The invincible Pique stood proudly in the strong wind, his long hair dancing wildly in the air, his eyes shining like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

  "You're all a bunch of idiots!" Pigge raised the massive tiger head hook in his hand and let out a shocking, earth-shaking roar.

  The brilliant golden long knife, in an instant, illuminated this hazy night.