Wizard From Afar

East of Blood Skeleton Valley, Glacier Wasteland.

The original road was completely destroyed due to the avalanche. The snowstorms of days and nights made the already difficult road more impossible to move a single step, and even the sights beyond ten steps could not be seen. Clear to the point.

In the stern blizzard, a Legion Ranger hiding behind a certain rock breathed cold air, against the piercing blizzard and ice crystals sharper than a knife. Struggling forward in the world.

Even if it is so difficult, this recruit named Remy does not intend to give up-if it weren't for the temporary decision of His Highness Connold to go north, coupled with the shortage of manpower, he would have been impossible to be promoted so soon. As a ranger.

Gritting his teeth, the Ranger Remy wrapped his heavy cloak tightly, lying on the cliff of the ice wall and looking into the distance, hoping to find some useful clues, but he kept thinking about the past few days in his mind Experience.

This is already the 2nd day when Legion of the Northern Expedition arrives at the Watchtower in the Blood Skeleton Valley, and still has not found any useful clues, coupled with the disappearance of His Royal Highness Brandon, it can be said to be almost clueless.

However...this is not the most serious problem.

Under the continuous snowstorm, it is impossible to establish a supply line, and the desolate north is obviously impossible to provide any supply; fortunately, His Royal Highness Connaught, who had prepared for a long time, mobilized a large amount of supplies from the fortress before setting off. Don't worry about logistical issues.

Rao is very well prepared, but the entire Legion is still experiencing attrition-typhoid fever, frostbite, diarrhea, assault... Similar situations happen almost all day.

Of course, if it were not for this reason, Remy, as a recruit, would also be impossible to get such an important position as "reconnaissance".

Lying on the cliff side with difficulty, Remy, with wide eyes, searched carefully among the white fields; but it was the same as yesterday, except for the blizzard and the desolation of death, there was nothing.

When Remy frowned was about to leave, a certain "moving" white stopped him, and desperately moved towards that direction.

One second, ten seconds, half a minute... The dazedness on Remy's face gradually began to be astonished, and then turned into horror again, looking towards the blizzard in the blizzard that the successive slices did not last. The extreme "white wave" came from Snow Mountain and wasteland towards the Valley of Blood Skeletons.

That is not a "white wave" at all, it is an army of thousands of monsters——! ! ! !

Remy was overwhelmed and froze in place. It took five minutes to come back to his senses and figure out what he had discovered!

No, no, I can’t stay here anymore. I must return to the barracks immediately and tell His Royal Highness Connold about this, tell him... he... the monsters are about to invade the fortress of Duanjieshan, they Coming soon!

Lose one's head out of fear turned around, and the recruits who almost fell off the cliff moved towards the direction they came in a hurry, but they accidentally fell into the snow.

Just as Remy got up in a hurry, a hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.

It was a pale, haggard and extremely cold hand.

"No, don't bite me! Let go, let go aaahhhh-!!!"

With the sound of mournful scream, countless carrion demons are slow Climbing out of the snow, like a walking corpse, "wandering" towards the fortress of Duanjieshan.

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"you two, run away——!!!"

The moment Isaac yelled, a black afterimage stabbed from behind Loren without warning!

“clang! ”

The sound of metal collision reverberated in the hall, and Lucien, who suddenly drew his sword, leaped up, forcibly smashed the black long halberd, murderous aura awe-inspiring The sword edge issued a scream of tearing air and swung a slash.

In the blink of an eye, collapsed skeletons and armored weapons were scattered all over the place!

Puffing slightly, the gray-eyed boy holding a sword in both hands stood behind the black hair wizard, still a little bit distorted on his immature face-at that moment there was a blood stain on his back, The torn skin is still bleeding.

"This is not the time to thank each other, Lord Loren." The grim-faced Lucian interrupted the black hair wizard who wanted to speak, and the long sword stood in front of him:

"We have been besieged!"

Loren slightly startled, his dark pupils carefully scanned the entire hall, and the bright silver in his hands once again swallowed the gray and blue flames.

Indeed...

Just for a moment, the bones of the rangers who were originally scattered in the hall of large and small, almost stood up one by one, moving mechanically. Lifting the shield, the flat long halberd exudes a gleaming cold light.

Apart from this There are also those holding guns, wielding two-handed swords or long-handled battle axes, each forming a seemingly scattered, but mutually dependent formation from the corner of the hall to the two in the center. Approaching slowly.

"They used the basic configuration and tactics of the Ranger platoon in the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain a hundred years ago." The gray-eyed boy with a solemn expression opened the mouth and said in a low voice, staring intently at those who were approaching. The enemy:

"In that era, the rangers going north were likely to encounter powerful monsters at all times. A platoon sixteen was the smallest battle strength used to encircle and suppress monsters in encounters; and Two platoons are a common scale."

Loren frowned slightly, with a killing intent in his eyes.

"First of all, there are twelve halberd shield players who form a shield wall to block the way and squeeze the movement space of the prey;"

Stepping on the machine, holding the shield flat The "guards" of Long Halberd have moved to the four directions of the two of them, and they are constantly approaching the center.

"Secondly, the gunners and archers are responsible for containing and harassing the enemy; Duke Lotaire once suggested that the rangers use the same guns as the ancient wood elves to deal with monsters that are stronger than ordinary humans; "

In a few corners of the hall, several "guards" have raised their guns, and are constantly moving back and forth around them.

"Finally, it is Swordsman, the two hands responsible for hunting monsters. They will launch raids when the monsters are completely desperate and are constantly disturbed by guns. Although that is said, because there are many in the fortress The Arlesians, they prefer the long-handled axe to the two-handed sword;"

Behind the constantly approaching shield wall, the "guard" holding the two-handed sword and battle axe is gradually approaching. It was as if waiting for the three to launch a surprise attack while the weak spot was exposed.

"Perfect tactics..." Nodded, Loren, who was looking at the "guards", raised his mouth slightly: "Why did you give up afterwards?"

"That is Because... this tactic has a nearly fatal flaw." The gray pupil smiled relaxedly, and the long sword he erected slowly raised high, opening the mouth and said in a low voice:

"Cooperate."

As his voice fell, the guards on all sides suddenly moved towards Loren and Lu Sien launched an attack!

The whistling sound came oncoming, the black hair wizard almost instinctively dodged, and the sharp long halberd passed by less than ten centimeters from the ear.

The mechanical guard has not given up, and the halberd blade of the bye immediately swung a slash; but at that moment, the afterimage of gray and blue had already rushed within three steps.

Chop -!

The shield shattered, and the flames that cut the shield shattered the entire guard. The broken bones splashed out, and at the same time the Swordsman with both hands hiding behind the shield wall bounced away!

The slippery steps of the black hair wizard without the slightest hesitation left the place; as expected, at the moment he dodged, the air-splitting spear had whizzed and passed straight in front of him.

At the next moment, Swordsman's splayed hands are already rushing towards him; but it is no longer the gray blue sword glow that "welcomes" it, but Loren's opened left hand, and a soft voice Murmured:

"The Force Impact."

"Bang——!"

The bursting air wave flashed by like a substance, Swordsman's hands that rushed up instantly broke into pieces!

Yes, if the person who just stood in front of you was an ordinary Ranger, this move would definitely be flashed away by the opponent... But the key point is that "they" are no longer humans.

It's just a bunch of skeleton puppets manipulated by some kind of void power!

"Ranges hunting monsters? From this moment on, you are the prey!" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Loren's mouth:

"And we...are the hunters! "