Emperor of Arcane

"Formation, defensive formation!"

Angela's clear command spread, and the instinctive reaction trained hundreds of times made the 90 soldiers and the 10 new warriors stand in line.

The shields were placed in front, the spears were held behind, and the bows and arrows were hidden. The square formation looked quite neat.

The old village chief Field was quite shocked. He looked at the familiar faces repeatedly and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

He couldn't believe that just a few days of training had made such a big change in the soldiers, cart drivers, and warriors in Bay Village who were used to fighting independently.

When the old village chief Field was young, he had joined the army of the Netherese Empire and fought against the orcs in the north and the barbarians in the east.

When the wasteland was opened to the east, the old village chief Field was on the front line of the battle and fought against a large number of murlocs and trolls.

It is precisely because he is well-informed that he can see more clues from this simple change.

Even the regular legion of the Netheril Empire, the vast majority of the soldiers were unable to do this. Within more than 10 breaths, they finally formed an array while marching.

"Is this the reason why the lord wants to train professional soldiers first?"

"Maybe we can really defeat the dangerous slave-catching group!"

With this in mind, the old village chief Field tightened the long bow in his hand, rubbed the bow string carefully, and waited for the enemy's arrival.

After getting off the carriage in advance and hiding directly behind the team, Matthew gently patted Yaya on the back:

"Fly into the sky, look at the number of enemies, and sense if there are anyone hiding in the forest."

"Be careful, trust your instincts about danger, and don't get close to the woods at will. If you are really attacked, return as soon as possible!"

Yaya nodded, tiptoed into the grass behind, taking advantage of a gust of breeze, and rushed into the sky with a "swish".

Matthew looked up at the sky, and was a little surprised to find that Yaya's body surface turned into a deep blue that blended in with the sky.

Even if he relies on telepathy and looks carefully, he can barely identify where Yaya is, but cannot determine her specific location.

"Sure enough, the challenge level will not lie!"

Yaya's hand-to-hand combat ability to confront and suppress the trolls is better than the scaly defense of ordinary armor, and his rapidly growing combat skills and flying abilities.

A team of mid-level professionals with an average level of 9+ would most likely not be her opponent.

In more than 10 seconds, Yaya's report rang in Matthew's heart:

"Dad, there are 40 enemies in front of you, and three of them are more powerful than the others..."

"There are 50 people hiding in the forest, and I also saw a crossbow that can shoot very far..."

"Huh? What are those things? They are so ugly, have sharp mouths, are short, and bark like dogs. There are hundreds of them?"

"..."

"Did you lure the kobolds here?"

"What a big appetite they have!"

Matthew was not too surprised that the Blood Hand Slave Catchers would use off-board moves. He would never underestimate any opponent.

After all, in this regard, every player who has died at least three figures has a very full say.

Without hesitation, Matthew asked Yaya to return and began to calculate quickly.

"The time the kobolds chase us is only 20 minutes from here."

"It will take half an hour to return to Bay Village. It is very likely to be delayed by the opponent's back-up, and we will be double-teamed by then."

"If you stick to the same place, it will play into their hands. They can continuously attract all kinds of monsters..."

"It seems that the opponent's combat command is very experienced. He should have fought against the regular army more than once..."

"The enemy's entangled vanguard is getting closer and closer, and we will encounter them in about three minutes!"

"In this case, we can all achieve our goals!"

Without any hesitation, Matthew told Angela the situation and also told her his plan.

The girl knight thought briefly for a few seconds, looked at the high-spirited, neatly arranged, and high-spirited soldiers around her, and nodded in agreement with confidence:

"I think it's feasible. Although the opponent has strong combat power, but has a weak will, he will definitely not have much spirit of sacrifice, so we will definitely succeed!"

Looking into Angela's bright eyes, Matthew could hear her confidence in winning and said without hesitation:

"Command the battle, my knight!"

Pulling out her sword, Angela took a deep breath, her whole body exuded a shining light, and her clear shout spread to all the soldiers:

"Keep the formation, target due north, attack with the whole army!"

Every soldier felt that his body was much lighter, and his weapons and armor were a little lighter.

The profession of knight was specially created for war, and this is its signature skill:

Boost your aura!

It can provide powerful buff effects of "Strength +1, Damage +1, Movement +2" to all friendly forces within 50 meters!

The soldiers with increased courage followed Angela's footsteps and moved forward with confidence.

The sound of uniform footsteps gradually aroused the blood in each soldier's heart, the team began to speed up gradually, and the momentum continued to build up.

Leon, whose blood was suddenly pumping, also moved forward excitedly.

He felt that he and his companions around him had merged into a powerful whole.

No matter who the enemy is in front of you, or how powerful it is, you are confident that you can defeat it!

Matthew, who was following in the queue, looked at the soldiers under his command with great satisfaction. Although their personal strength was not particularly outstanding, they were highly malleable and had considerable room for improvement.

Today, let’s have a hearty battle and use the enemy’s blood and death to sharpen their edge!

Of course, Matthew also began to prepare for the next battle.

The staff comes with skills, mana potions, magic scrolls, combat spell types...

Spellcasters who are ready for battle are the most terrifying!

In the dense bush of the wilderness.

The coolness of winter has not dissipated yet.

Alta shuddered and suddenly felt inexplicably flustered, as if he was being targeted by some terrible beast.

Subconsciously, he gripped the dagger tightly and looked around skillfully, but found no sign of any thatch or shrubs shaking irregularly.

Shaking your arms and being too nervous can easily lead to a rapid loss of physical strength. This is the most common mistake for newcomers.

Alta is a veteran and quickly strengthened his mental construction and forced himself to calm down.

"Probably not. There are several teammates nearby. Although they like to be lazy occasionally, they definitely won't do it right now..."

As an experienced hunter, he understood one thing very well: Don't let your emotions influence your judgment.

"You should just be worried about the upcoming battle. After all, you may encounter Netheril's inspection team. If you encounter them, you will be unlucky."

"However, the above is uncharacteristically attacking a village this time. I hope everything goes well!"

"The job now is getting harder and harder to do. After I finish this job..."

Poof!

The sharp claws instantly pierced his kidneys, and the terrifying pain took away his mind.

Alta opened his mouth in pain, and was suddenly hit hard on the back of his head. His painful scream was blocked, and his consciousness disappeared instantly. The last thought flashed in his mind:

"assassin?"

He patched his throat with his claws and watched the enemy fall limply. He held his body and put it down carefully. Yaya said to himself with satisfaction:

"What Daddy taught me is really useful..."

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