I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

267 Chapter 270 Killers

Wind chaos rain

The third group of arrows fell from the sky, and the fleeing crowd fell a lot.

Their scream echoed for three feet, and the blood-stained pure white snow was thoroughly red.

Seeing the miserable scene in front of him, Stout couldn't believe his eyes.

To cover the remaining comrades of the sixth squad who had been annihilated by the magic association last year, Stout led the third squad of the rebel army. They had gone through a lot of hardships, suffered numerous casualties, and finally arrived at the rendezvous of their regime.

However, Stout didn't know it until they arrived at the place.

The seventh division they belonged to had been annihilated by the magic association.

After the loss of their companions, Stout and the sixth and third mixed brigades were in a dilemma.

They continued to walk in Night Empire and Roland Forest. In the mixed brigade, there were less than 20% of the fighters. Most of them were old, weak, and disabled, as well as some children and scholars.

And if they retreated, they might meet the magic association at any time.

There was no other choice but to hide and await orders.

"We have been hiding for four months. Have we still been found?"

Looking into the distance, Stout saw the young man holding a snow wand in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the dozen people in front of him were frozen into ice sculptures and turned into dust in the wind and snow.

With another move, the fire engulfed several women and children. The twisted figure in the fire was imprinted in his deep eyes, which could not arouse his feelings at all.

Another girl with long hair down to her waist held a long sword and shuttled through the crowd.

Warrior, which tried to block her, would be cut into countless pieces of blood in a dazzled sword light.

And there was also a short-haired girl who would be completely transparent and vigorous.

Not far away, a cold-faced young man holding a longbow to make a blow.

Are they all the students of demon school?

How cruel they were.

The new four men were all 15 or 16 years old, but they all killed people without blinking their eyes.

Although Stout was angry, he felt sorry for the four young people.

What an excellent young person! In this way, they were all trained to be demons by the Law School!

Stout shouted, "All the soldiers, hurry up! Cover the evacuation of non-combatants."

"Try your best to block them!"

The order from the distance caught Andrew's attention.

"Chief?"

Andrew didn't even take a look at him and threw a punch.

A mage, who attacked others with the snow magic, had just jumped out when his head was smashed by a punch.

"Nason, focus your attention on the fleeing people. Jo, go and chase them. Taylor, cover me. I have found my primary target."

After hanging up the magic of communication, Andrew strolled towards the man who looked like the leader.

Seeing this, the surrounding fighters immediately became nervous.

"His target is Stout! Stop him!"

After saying that, the fighter next to him used all his magic power to make fire magic: a high-pressure firebomb.

Bang.

The magic hit Andrew's side face.

Did it hit?

But the fighter was not happy yet.

As the dust dissipated, the defenseless Andrew was hit by the blow, and his head was only tilted a little to the side.

There was even no trace on his face, let alone on his hands.

Immediately, a very low-power heaven-piercing spear was condensed. Andrew threw it aside casually.

The heaven-piercing spear pierced through the man's chest like a white thunder streaking through the night sky. It dragged him away for a few meters and nailed him to the ground.

Andrew still wanted to walk forward.

A series of thrusts came from behind.

It was as if several children were patting him on the back.

Looking back, he found that seven or eight mages were gathering behind him and they were trying their best to use magic.

However, there was a huge gap between the magic power and Andrew. In addition, with Andrew's equipment, especially the cloak, clothes, and inner lining, they all had a strong defensive power.

This made Andrew unable to feel any pain, let alone hurt.

So weak.

If they were a little weaker, I might not even feel touched when I was hit by them.

Andrew hesitated.

Why did they fight so desperately even though they were so weak?

The youngest ones were around 28 years old. Any grade three student in the four major schools was only about 18 years old and their strength was above them.

They were too weak to be called mages.

That's it.

Andrew had turned around, but they didn't dodge at all. Instead, they were even more desperate to release those attacks that could not be called attacks.

After a short moment of confusion, Andrew decided to focus on his goal.

Ice flying sword

The floating ice swords flew out one by one, and each sword accurately pierced through a person's chest.

The rebel army came one after another, but no matter how many times they came, they could only stop ten meters away from Andrew.

Any subtle cooperation would be a joke in front of Andrew's overwhelming strength.

In just half a minute, Andrew was surrounded by hundreds of corpses.

The rebel army was still pouncing on them.

But the leader like the middle-aged man had already retreated to the blizzard of the Night Empire under the escort of four rebel troops.

"Gee."

If going on like this, he would be missing.

Andrew quickened his pace to catch up with him.

Why did he kill them?

Stout's heart ached every time he took a step forward.

In his eyes, the four students of the Law School were demons.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

The woman screamed.

Through the snow mist, the girl with the long sword in her hand kicked over the fleeing old woman.

The rebel army nearby immediately struck out lightning, trying to stop it, but was beheaded by the sword in the air.

Then she threw out the sharp sword in her hand. The woman and the child in her arms were stabbed through two bodies with one sword and killed on the spot.

"You bastard! It's just a child!"

Seeing this, Stout's heart was broken and he wanted to rush up to fight with her.

But the three members of the rebel army next to him worked together and barely pulled him down.

"Sir, if you can't bear it, you will ruin our plan!"

"If you die, everything will be over!"

Stout found it hard to accept the persuasion of the warrior staff.

He looked at the girl's slaughter in grief and indignation, and the anger in his heart lingered like a mass of blood, unable to retreat for a long time.

"You ran so fast."

At this moment, a desperate voice came from behind.

The overwhelming murderous will mix with ice and snow came from behind.

He looked back.

It was the leading young man in a cloak.

The silver-white wand in his hand was so dazzling in the night. Every shadow on his face was angled under the only light.

"How... How could it be possible? The whole two regiments are used to stop him! Where are the two regiments?"

"Sir! Retreat! We'll stop him!"

"Tell my family that I love them!"

Seeing this, the four guards stood in front of Stout fearlessly.

Stout's heart seemed to crack with grief and indignation.

As a soldier, he wanted to stay here and die together.