The best bandit in another world

Chapter 1184 The Lair of the Necromancer (17)
Dozens of human swordsmen immediately put the big swords in their hands on the necks of all the elf girls.

As expected of a well-trained human slave hunting group, they were suddenly attacked without any panic at all. They quickly formed an orderly array, and a row of large shields were erected to block the swishing cold arrows.

The slave hunting group dared to go deep into the elf tribe, of course they came prepared.

In the center surrounded by the shield array, there was a mysterious and obscure sound of chanting incantations, and the magical elements in the air were vibrating invisible but violently.

At the same time, the human archers also began to fight back. The accuracy of the human archers was not as good as that of the elves, but their lethality was not inferior in close range firefights.

Feather arrows shuttled through the air, and the ear-piercing sound of piercing wind was endless.

But if you want to shoot the fast-moving elf knights, you can't do it with a slightly poor aim, but the feathered arrows of the elf archers can often pass through the gaps in the large shield, causing casualties to the human slave hunters.

However, as a wave of fire swept past, three elf archers were knocked off their mounts, rolled and fell into the bushes, dead or alive.

As another huge wind blade flew out, another terrifying wound was cut between the chest and abdomen of the two elves. Although they did not fall off their mounts, they had completely lost their combat effectiveness.

There are hundreds of human archers, trading quantity for quality. Even if the accuracy is not enough, but after intensive shooting, some elf archers are accidentally shot by stray arrows.

The battle lasted less than 2 minutes, and nearly half of the elves fell.Their previous estimates were still too optimistic. If the human slave hunters were really easy to deal with, there wouldn't be so many elves trafficked to the human kingdom.

If it weren't for the high production rate of elf magicians and the power of magicians being too powerful, the human slave hunters would be even more unscrupulous.

The elven archers were indeed very powerful. In such a short period of time, at least they had shot and killed more than thirty humans, but compared to the huge number of slave catchers, this casualty was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

Master Saierwu drove the jungle clawed deer to climb the big tree directly, shuttle between the dense branches and leaves, and shoot at the opponent from a high position, but the others did not have such superb riding skills as him. If the battle continued, the entire army would be wiped out Just a matter of moments.

Purcell's eyes swept over the heavily injured compatriots, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and suddenly let out a roar like a devil's cry, "You all go first, I want to fight this group of shameless humans to the end... "

But Saier is not the only bloody elf. Every elf riding a jungle clawed deer is the best warrior in the clan. How could they abandon their injured compatriots and run for their lives?

"Blood battle to the end..." Every elf yelled this difficult elf language at the same time, and none of the elves took a step back, and the longbow in their hands kept being pulled to the full moon.

Among the slave hunters, there were many people who could understand the language of the elves. When they heard the roar of the elves, they all just smiled contemptuously.

An order came from the crowd: "Don't kill them, such a handsome elf is also very valuable, of course, except for the corpse, haha..."

(End of this chapter)