Chapter 208: The Face-Slapping Magic Crystal

The gargoyle under the open sky is extremely capable of "harassing". In a war of more than a hundred people, its role is not to "kill", but to affect the "morale" of the entire army.

The most important thing on the battlefield in the era of cold weapons is not the formation and equipment, but the "morale" of the soldiers-when all soldiers are afraid of the attack from above, they can no longer focus on the enemy in front of them. Come on, the will collapse is only a matter of time, and defeat is inevitable.

Rody has a very deep understanding of this, so he and Nata used bows and arrows to lead the gargoyle into the jungle. In this way, the cavalry team can face the enemy with the highest fighting spirit without worrying about the threat from the sky at all. .

But Luo Di would never have imagined that his plan was completely secret: the gargoyle chasing Nata would turn out to be an "accident" in the plan...

Well-arranged fishing nets and dense forests put gargoyles at an extreme disadvantage—just like sea ships sailing into seas full of mines, the farther they go, the greater the risk of "stepping on mines".

But three minutes after the battle started, instead of falling, the gargoyle chasing Nata quickly adapted to the rhythm of flying in the jungle, and threatened Nata several times

The reason is that its individual is smaller than the other three companions, so its movements are more flexible and its flying speed is faster... It may have been just a "defective product" in poor condition, but now it brought Nata an unprecedented threat

Nata had followed the steps that Rody had instructed to run all over the predetermined area of ​​the woods, but the gargoyle following behind never fell, and instead attacked more violently.

She tried to fight back, but even if the arrow hit the opponent, she couldn't break through the tough petrified skin

This result made Nata extremely passive. And when the gargoyle passed over her head again, her short bow was hung on the tree because of the too fierce dodge, and she had to throw it away.

Everything was going from bad to worse, but now the cavalry was already in position at a distance, and there was no one to help her.

Although Luo Di was relatively close, he didn't notice her plight at this time.

"Forest" is the "home field" for Rody, so his posture is very leisurely. 【Frost Thorn】Shooting arrows one after another, although the hit rate is not high, but in fact Rody is using this method to dominate the gargoyle's forward route...

The two gargoyles were not Rody's opponents at all, and within two minutes, they all hit the fishing nets, and then fell to the ground with "crackling".

Compared with the battle of life and death in Paar Town, Rody's battle this time was completely "bloodless".

Holding a short bow and humming a little song, he walked over to the dying gargoyle, swung his scimitar like harvesting wheat, and chopped it down...

After finishing the knife, Rody noticed Nata's distress. He frowned and looked around, and soon noticed the strangeness of the last gargoyle.

The short bow was raised, and the bursting arrow instantly pointed at the gargoyle, but Luo Di thought about it, but slowly let go of the bowstring.

After running a few steps, he picked up the short bow that Akasha had left behind, started "sprinting" and "jumping" to catch up with Nata, stretched out his hand on the route she passed, and threw the bow over——

"How about your archery skills?"

Nata was taken aback by Roddy's loud shout. She instinctively caught the short bow, but was almost tripped by a short piece of wood under her feet...

"What are you thinking? You can't kill the enemy by running away"

The gargoyle whizzed past Roddy's head, but he ignored it and continued to shout this sentence at Nata

Nata originally thought that Roddy would help, but when she heard these two words, holding a short bow, she suddenly understood something, and her tired and flustered expression gradually returned to calm...

Adjusting her breathing and her steps, Nata seized the opportunity to turn around and made a counterattack posture. After shooting three arrows in a row, she narrowly escaped the attack of the gargoyle in the fallen leaves rolled up by the wind.

A dangerous scene happened in front of him, and Rody, who was standing not far away, still didn't move.

Nata's arrow was bounced off by the gargoyle's skin again. Although the attack was ineffective, Nata, who calmed down, noticed that the opponent's flight direction did deviate at that moment...

This kind of conclusion suddenly raised a strong fighting spirit in her heart, so Nata, who regained her short bow, went from one extreme to another... From absolute passive escape to absolute active attack, the arrows in her quiver almost After pouring out everything, this difficult gargoyle finally hit the net and fell to the ground because of a flight error

"sip"

Looking at the broken corpse in front of her eyes, Nata's eternally indifferent face suddenly showed a bit of unspeakable emotion - her eyes turned to Rody, her forever pursed lips opened slightly, but the words of gratitude have not yet been said Out, Rody raised his hand and threw her a quiver full of arrows, turned over and rode on the horse.

"This is not the end, the battle has just begun."

Three kilometers away, the Catacombs.

"Summoning so many puppets... It seems that you have encountered a lot of trouble."

Magda's voice echoed in the tomb, her tone was cold and condescending.

"My lord, some short-sighted guys want to provoke the authority of Kig Town. The Viscount Telanka's troops are not enough to solve these problems, so I choose to help..."

Ansardin put on a respectful gesture, bowed his head and replied.

Knowing that his body was about to recover, Magda no longer had the patience to continue to stay on the third basement floor. At this time, he carried his only hand behind his back, and his eyes swept over Ansadin, and then stopped at the shining On the magic circle: "The guy who doesn't have eyes? Can you use so many puppets, the battle between humans...has it risen to the level of war?"

Ansardin lowered his head, tried his best to hide his expression, and replied in a low voice: "It's just to make sure that no one knows I made the move, my lord."

Magda was noncommittal, walked in the stone room for a while, and asked, "I haven't found my bow yet?"

"My lord, your bow...According to the investigation, it should have been taken by that guy named Roddy—"

Ansardin's answer made Magda's right hand clenched suddenly, and there was a sound of knuckle friction, but in the end she didn't say anything... Obviously, this is already an unforgettable shame for "Blightcaller".

"However, in order to allow you to recover your combat power as soon as possible, I specially found this bow..."

Playing a full set, An Tuhao didn't care about losing some treasures to keep Magda in the dark, so he respectfully reached out and took out a bone bow from the cabinet, and held it in front of Magda with both hands.

"Blightcaller" didn't even look at Ansadin, reached out to pick up the bone bow, weighed it, and then put it back.

"It's too far away."

"Just... just a temporary replacement, my lord."

Under Magda's usual proud attitude, Ansardin tried his best to keep a smile on his face, but he had already turned out Magda's genealogy and cursed in his heart.

He still wanted to say something, but the magic crystal that split suddenly on the puppet circle made the two of them turn their heads at the same time

"Crack."

After the clear cracking sound, a magic crystal on the edge of the magic circle suddenly lost its original bright luster. Ansadin narrowed his eyes and was about to say something, but Magda sneered from the side: "It seems that you This puppet is really useless enough, it can't even defeat humans?"

Ansardin tried to apologize, but there was a stir in his heart: that magic crystal represented not another puppet, but one of the four gargoyles

It stands to reason that the gargoyle is definitely the puppet with the highest survival rate, how could it be the first to be destroyed?

Magda stood next to the magic circle with great interest, and continued to ask: "Who is here? A nobleman's private soldier

"Yes... it's a private soldier, my lord."

Just after finishing speaking, there were two "clicks", and two more magic crystals in the magic circle shattered—Ansardin's face became more and more ugly: it turned out to be a gargoyle

Magda on the side didn't know it was a gargoyle, so she just shrugged her remaining shoulders and said, "Should I tell His Majesty Augustine about this? Three of the dignified Ansadin's puppets were destroyed by the human army. I'm afraid His Majesty won't believe it."

This is actually the consensus of the undead: the weakest puppets are stronger than ordinary soldiers, even if they are "earth puppets" with weaker comprehensive strength, it is by no means empty talk to human soldiers.

Ansardin's eyebrows trembled slightly—it was impossible to say that he was not angry after being ridiculed in such a way, but this pharmacist had a deep city background, so he tried his best to force a smile and said: "This is an expected loss... After all The strength of the enemy is stronger than expected, but in the future, there will definitely not be a similar situation—"

Before he finished speaking, another magic crystal cracked as if mocking, not giving Ansardin any face.

So far, all four gargoyles have been destroyed.

Ansardin felt a little uneasy—there were only nine people on the other side, how could it be possible to defeat four gargoyles?

It's also thanks to the undead that he doesn't sweat, otherwise he would definitely raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead at this time.

For the next two minutes, Ansadin held his breath and looked at the magic circle in front of him, clenching his fingers slightly, feeling very nervous in his heart—but what made him relieved was that the remaining magic crystals showed no signs of shattering. .

It was just an accident, there were still thirty puppets... No matter how strong the nine people on the opposite side were, they would all end up crushed directly.

"Looks like the battle is over?"

Magda is a layman in "necromancy", he judged this conclusion from the time, the previous few ridicules are just ridicules, but he is really not stupid enough to hope that the puppet will lose.

"My lord is wise, those are just a bunch of jumping clowns, nothing to worry about."

Ansardin raised his head and smiled, and the uneasiness in his heart slowly dissipated - he didn't even know why he was so nervous... It probably won't be long before he sees the iron golem carrying Roddy's head to him in front of it.

Heh, I have to take a good look at Magda's expression at that time... Not being able to kill Rody herself is definitely more uncomfortable for Magda than losing her bow and arrow.

If you want to pursue the responsibility, you can push it on Tranka, and only say that you are purely helping, and this guy definitely has no reason to get angry at him...

Ansardin fantasized about the follow-up results of the incident, laughed unconsciously, and then hurriedly "coughed" to cover up his inner plan, but just when he was about to walk out of the tomb and wait outside for the return of the puppet, a voice came from behind him. The sound made his original complacent expression completely freeze.

"click"

"click"

"click"

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