Mages Are Too OP

Although there were more soldiers under Old John's command, they were attacked from the front and back, and their morale plummeted.

Moreover, the professionals of the three golden sons took the lead, reaping the life of the enemy.

In the cold weapon war, without the participation of the caster, the warrior, or the battle priest, is a fierce general.

They lead the pack, and every time they kill an enemy, their morale goes up and the enemy goes down. This is the main role of generals in battle.

Just five minutes or so after Hawke joined the fight, the enemy was rout as morale collapsed.

Little John, who saw the real battlefield for the first time, was completely blinded and did not have the high-spirited attitude before.

His ears were full of screams of slaughter, muffled sounds of long swords cutting off limbs, or blunt weapons hitting shields and knocking armor.

He watched the soldiers beside him fall one by one, his face pale with fright, and he did not dare to move, but no one came to trouble him.

He watched his father lead a small army as if trying to force a breakthrough, but was blocked by Hawke.

Hawke is very strong, even stronger than Link.

Link's Homeopathy Slash and Whirlwind Slash can only make five turns.

But Hawke can turn ten laps in a row. His giant sword is longer and bigger, moving while turning, flying sand and stone, and flesh and blood.

What's even more outrageous is that although he only wears soft leather armor, the soldiers' stabs can't even pierce his muscles.

After the turn, he slashed normally, the giant sword swept across a large area, and two or three soldiers would die with one strike. After slashing ten people, he began to move in circles.

Little John looked at Hawk like a whirlwind, turning around... There were no soldiers standing beside him.

In the end, he saw his father and Hawke facing each other, and watched his father be cut in half by Hawke's charge and slash with a man and a horse.

Little John shuddered as he looked at his father who was lying in a pool of blood in the distance, then he finally woke up and rushed over.

In the process, there is still no enemy to stop him.

He ran to his father's upper body and fell to his knees in despair.

Thanks to the professional level of LV2, the life force of Old John, the gun and chair soldier, is relatively tenacious. Even if his lower body flew to the other side, he did not completely die.

Lying in a pool of blood, he saw little John running over and raised his right hand tremblingly.

Little John grabbed it and looked at his father, whose internal organs were flowing out of his abdominal cavity, and watched his face slowly turn gray, and tears flowed down.

"Surrender... Patience..." Old John's eyes slowly closed: "Bloodline... inheritance."

After saying the last word, Old John completely closed his eyes.

Little John held his father's hand. Although he didn't cry, his body was shaking violently.

The city lord is dead, and the war will naturally end.

Jet came to Little John's side, looked at the heartbroken latter, and shook his head slightly.

In the live broadcast room, the players also discussed.

'Little John is a bit pitiful, his biological father is dying right in front of him. ’

'He is not pitiful, maybe he is smiling in his heart, his father is dead, he is the city owner. ’

'The people upstairs are too inhuman. ’

‘You talk about human nature with these feudal landlords? If they were human, there would not be so many beggars appearing in the city, and they would not think about violently seeking the pier and driving Hawke and others away. ’

'I feel the same, it's worth it. You can't be bullied by others, just let everything go. ’

‘I don’t understand such things as human nature, I just feel that these soldiers are good food, and nearly half of them died in less than half an hour. ’

‘In war, the advantage of professionals is too great. I estimate that if it is five LV5 level, with a reasonable configuration, it can compete head-on with the regular army of hundreds of people. ’

‘Don’t be too arrogant, Holevin is a novice village and the weakest of all countries. There are many powerful countries outside, such as France, and the number of professionals in their army is much stronger than that of Hollevin. What else is there in the desert kingdom of Uganda, where everyone is a soldier, and the number of professionals in the army may reach ten percent. As for the farther Froststar Kingdom, I heard that there is a mysterious and powerful Frostwolf clan who was born as a professional. They worship the winter wolf god, and the saintess of the winter wolf heard that the enthronement was legendary. ’

'What's your identity upstairs? ’

'The speaker's ID is Shuke... Isn't this the founder of the F6 guild! ’

'I'll go, the only guild leader in the game right now. He's a big guy, disrespectful. ’

'It's easy to talk about it, the goddess sees that I am handsome, and it's just a treat. ’

'cut! Why do these big guys love stinky so much. Principal Huang also always said that he was handsome. ’

‘Beauty is always better than looking at people with the nose. ’

'That's true. ’

Even looking at this rather bloody and sad picture, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is still sand sculpture. For most players, even if the world is real, their sense of identity and substitution is still not too high.

Little John hugged his father's body and felt that the latter had become cold.

My heart is cold.

At this time, the sound of the battlefield suddenly became much quieter, and the shouts of killing were already very small.

Most of the soldiers had thrown away their weapons and crouched down with their heads in their hands in surrender.

Only a small number of highly loyal soldiers survived.

Hawk dragged the giant sword, walked to Little John, looked down at him, and said, "What are your plans next?"

Little John raised his head blankly, with a hint of irony on his sad face: "Don't you want to kill me? Why are you asking so much?"

Hawke smiled, because of his strong orc-like body and his face full of flesh, he looked quite ferocious: "Depending on the content of your answer, we will decide your life and death."

Little John carefully placed his father's body on the ground, he stood up slowly, and said, "You ask."

Hawke looked around, no one was resisting: "Are you willing to be a puppet?"

Little John looked around, and the living soldiers were rushed together by the beggar army, and the streets were full of human limbs or corpses. Some soldiers who were not dead were sleeping on the ground, groaning in pain. Priest Jeter is doing his best to rescue the dying soldiers, friend or foe.

This is of course a part of the noble side of human nature, but the more reason is... that saving people can earn experience points.

Ninety percent of the soldiers in Delbon are here... Little John looked back, and he looked at Hawke bitterly: "Do I have the right to refuse?"

"Have."

"At the cost of death?"

Hawk nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Little John asked, "What are you going to do with the maid in the castle, as well as my mother and sister?"

"If they want to leave, they will leave. If they want to stay, they will stay. We will not do anything to restrict them, of course, provided that they do not come to provoke us, and continue to be their own ladies and eldest lady quietly. "

"Will your soldiers agree?" Little John said with obvious sarcasm: "It's strange that they don't defect if they don't break the city."

Hawke sneered and said contemptuously, "Don't compare the army trained by our golden son to the private soldiers of your noble lords."