The attack happened suddenly, and no one could react to what kind of attack it was.

Even senior mercenaries who are experienced and knowledgeable and have been attacked by various fierce men (or beasts) will be confused when they are hit on their faces by a burst fireball without magical fluctuations. This moment of confusion leads to the situation losing control in their hands.

"Enemy attack!"

The mercenary leader wearing half-body armor roared out loudly, and then activated his protective aura without any hesitation. The mercenary companions around him quickly turned to the direction of the attacker for less than half a beat. The attackers had already appeared from the woods.

A small mercenary leader with a knight rank first saw the appearance of the attacker. He saw several soldiers wearing strange-style light armor stepping out of the forest. The soldiers were equipped with large arm guards with strange-style and asymmetrical asymmetry as if they were burdened. They were carrying marching backpacks on the battlefield. They looked like they had no common sense or combat power. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous that the arm guards that showed their presence were flashy and unreal, which could only affect the physical balance in melee combat. The backpack behind him was even more lacking in combat experience: this kind of thing should be removed before the battle began!

Of course, what really made him look down on those strange soldiers was that he did not feel any magic fluctuations from those enemies.

Ordinary people just wear strange equipment and want to fight against extraordinary people?

However, considering the two strange magic explosions before, the mercenary knight was worried that there were spell casters hiding in the woods, so he waved his hand and greeted his recent subordinates: "Run for me!"

Several subordinates instinctively obeyed the orders and rushed towards the strange enemies on the edge of the woods with swords. At the same time, other mercenary partners also reacted, and called out a shocking and strange shout while facing the attackers.

But what happened next made everyone unresponsive.

The soldiers wearing strange equipment raised their left arms one by one, aimed at the mercenaries rushing towards them like shooting crossbows. Then a series of low, high-hot beams broke through the buzz of the air, and continuous scorching rays pierced through every warrior on the charge road.

The little knight leader looked at this scene in horror, and a fantasy thought flashed through his mind like an explosion: scorching rays? Mages? Mages wearing plate armor and carrying long swords? A large group of Mages wearing plate armor and carrying long swords?!

He activated his protective aura at the fastest speed in his life, and a layer of misty magic light appeared on his body, but when he thought he could withstand the low-level magic of the strange "plate armor mages", a series of buzzing sounded suddenly in the woods, and then more than a dozen red lights attacked his face.

One after another, scorching rays bombarded him, and the knight's spiritual energy disappeared silently, but the mercenary was only terrified, because he found that the "magists" wearing plate armor needed no buffering or singing when casting spells. He found that the beams sprinkled out of the woods were completely continuous!

A heart-wrenching and burning pain came from his abdomen, followed by all parts of his limbs being hit at the same time. The mercenary leader with a low-level knight's strength fell down almost in pieces. Before his thinking was completely over, there was only one thought in his mind:

When did the mage...be so worthless?

While the minions and small leaders were killed by the scorching rays one by one, the mercenary leader wearing half-armor survived because of the leader's reserve. He did not charge with the others. So when he saw that the situation was not good, he had time to quickly find a cover to hide. He almost rolled and crawled behind a large stone nearest, but in the process, he saw a figure in a black robe standing still slowly.

That was one of the only two mages in the mercenary group. At this time, the other party actually supported the magic shield and began to sing an attack spell to open the shield and cast the spell. This is the basic operation of almost every combat mage when facing other mages, and it is also a standard operation. However, the mercenary leader immediately realized that this stupid combat mage was finished.

He watched dozens of scorching red beams shoot at the figure wearing a magic robe, easily tearing the opponent's magic shield and stirring up ripples on the magic robe with a certain degree of magic resistance. The black-robed mage survived the first round of shooting with his magic shield and expensive magic robe, but the second round of shooting turned him into a ball of charcoal that exploded in the air.

This is not a battle at all, this is a one-sided massacre of the enemy and us. The strength of the enemy is as huge as when he led his subordinates to slash and slaughter in the refugee camp before.

The mercenary leader completely gave up resisting in front of this force. He glanced around and confirmed that he had not appeared in the enemy's sight. So he immediately moved along the haystack and pile of corpses beside the stone, ready to escape from this terrible place. However, as soon as he moved, he felt a cold cold air spread from his back to his body, and a cold blade pressed against his neck.

"If I were you, then put my hands on the back of my head."

Amber used a dagger to press the mercenary leader's neck with a strong threat. While emitting a strong threat, she firmly thought in her heart: as long as this mercenary leader who seemed to be very capable of fighting, she would run away immediately if she resisted.

But if the other party did not resist, she would use this credit to exchange for a roast chicken and half a bucket of ice beer with Gao Wen.

The mercenary leader did not resist because he now firmly believed that dozens of combat mages surrounded this place. Although the style of those combat mages was strange, magic could not be fake. In front of such a group of mages, no matter how high the kung fu was, he would have to be timid.

There was no action throughout the whole process, but Gao Wen and Philip, who were watching the record of the battlefield, walked out and took the magic infantry to clean up the battlefield. The mercenary leader stood up from behind the stone under the threat of Amber's dagger and obediently accepted control.

Looking at the charred corpses in front of him, recalling the elite mercenaries who were well-equipped and even extraordinary people just a few minutes ago, Gao Wen felt a little more proud and trust in the new thermal ray gun.

But at the same time, he also discovered many shortcomings of the first generation of magic infantry in terms of experience and tactics. Many soldiers still did not get rid of the traditional combat methods and did not know the essence of ambushing the enemy in the bunker. Some exposed themselves too early, while others were too excited after killing the enemy with magic for the first time. They forgot the fire-raising mission assigned by the squad leader to fry. Two soldiers even made mistakes in operation and biued at the enemy for a long time without opening the insurance. Only now did they find that they had not hit anyone at all under the reminder of their comrades...

Taking thirty magic infantry to deal with these mercenaries does feel like killing chickens. Based on the power of the thermal ray gun and the chaos brought to the enemy after the new equipment appears on the battlefield, Gao Wen judged that only ten soldiers were needed to solve the problem of these mercenaries who seemed well-equipped but were actually motivated. As long as the fire was gathered in time and tactics were appropriate, traditional and low-level extraordinary people would find it difficult to make effective counterattacks when facing magic weapons.

But it is still necessary to bring so many people, even if each person only shoots once (two of them are watching others shoot), these soldiers also understand the characteristics and usage of new equipment in the actual combat process. At the same time, Gao Wen also confirmed the progress of training and education of these soldiers. Whether it is thermal ray guns or these new types of soldiers, today is a very valuable practical test.

Missionary Wright also followed the soldiers out of the woods. It was his first time to see the Cecil Combat Corps fighting. The incredible mysterious weapon shocked the mighty Mr. Pastor, who was like a bear, but he quickly diverted his attention from the weapons that he could not understand.

Wright walked among the corpses of mercenaries all over the ground, squatting down from time to time, drawing symbols of the Church of Holy Light on the foreheads of those corpses, and muttering words in his mouth:

"May the Holy Light purify your sinful soul."

"May the Holy Light purify your sinful soul."

"May the Holy Light purify your sinful and extremely ugly soul."

"May the Holy Light purify your sinful ugly soul and smell of garlic."

The devout Holy Light Cultivator, like a qualified military priest, used his faith to calm the undead of these cruel and bloody mercenaries during his lifetime to prevent the environment full of death from giving birth to dangerous evil spirits or cursed plagues. While praying, he took his hand away from the mercenary's crossbow and walked to the next mercenary in a short gray robe and squatted down: "May the Holy Light purify your... well? You..."

As Wright made a puzzled voice, the "corpse" in a gray robe made an instant move. The fake death mage suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a chaotic light flow of magic overload, and a dangerous arcane missile formed on his chest and attacked Wright!

At such a close distance, it is impossible to use divine art to protect the body. However, the missionary Wright still raised his right hand and unwaveringly called out the skills of the Holy Light: "Precepts-Silence!"

A fist as big as a casserole fell from the sky, and the mercenary mage pretended to be dead immediately fainted from blood on his face.

To be honest, I almost killed me.

Then the missionary gentleman stood up and shouted loudly to Gao Wen: "Lord! There is a mage who pretends to be dead here and scares me!"

But Amber saw the whole process of the matter, and the half-elf lady exclaimed not far away: "Mom, you didn't beat him to death, did you?"

Wright looked calm and said, "Don't worry, I'm not dead, the silence technique cannot die."
Chapter completed!