Sword and Magic and Taxi

The biggest difference between home horses and war horses is that they cannot be used in combat-this is simply nonsense. Zhao Mai clearly saw the horror in the eyes of the running horses, they were still worried about hitting humans.

Zhao Mai raised his empty left hand, and the spell murmured from his mouth. The force of nature floated into the ears of the horses with his commands, and then suddenly erupted, turning into a roar of lions that only horses could hear. The frightened horses stood up suddenly, screamed in unison, kicked on their front legs, and threw all the knights behind them off.

The sound of their falling is like a potato bag, the internal organs and ribs made a clear thumping sound, and the squeezing out of the lungs was a cry of oh hello. "Get out of the way," Zhao Mai shouted to them, "Don't come and die!"

This group of mountain people has already become robbers, how can they listen to the advice? "Why should we go hungry?!" They thought that this "noble" reason could make up for the gap in martial skills, so after getting up from the ground, they still rushed up.

"You can't make sense with these people." Saffore said to Zhao Mai, stepping a few steps forward, and holding the long knife under his arm with both hands. When the enemy approached, he took the first half step and suddenly stabbed out.

It's not a straight stab with a spear, but a quick diagonal cut with a certain arc. Shanmin tried to fend off with the weapon in his hand, but failed every time. Zhao Mai observed that the changes in the angles of Saffer's wrist and elbow made the long knife make a similar spiral motion trajectory, often bypassing the area of ​​the upper body that was initially aimed at, and most of them hit the opponent's thigh or knee.

Regardless of whether he hits or not, Savre will immediately take a step to a step and a half backwards, continue to maintain the distance, and then look for the next opportunity to shoot. His weapons are longer than everyone else, and this advantage should naturally be used well. One-on-one combat requires courage to move forward, and when one-to-many, do not lose mobility first. The reason that two fists are difficult to fight against four hands is old. The key to winning a melee is the use of space and the efficiency of combat.

He didn't kill anyone, but kept hurting his opponent. Don't be greedy for merit, but won't give up fighters because of being too cautious. Zhao Mai only watched for a while and learned a lot from him.

Looking at Saffl, he didn't notice that a few cold arrows swished over, hit Zhao Mai's body with two bangs, and then was bounced off by the magic leather armor. These sharpened wooden arrows lose their meaning when they hit real armor, let alone a good magic armor. But even if he wasn't injured, his chest hurt a bit. Besides, who could guarantee that these arrows would not be shot in the eyes next time.

"Go!" Zhao Mai pointed to the left, and screamed out of the reserve grain. It will go to the side, and then look at the right time to attack the enemy with Zhao Mai. A wild man wearing a torn cloak and brandishing an axe shouted and rushed up, followed by three accomplices behind him. There is no encirclement, no flanking attack, and no cooperation tactics, so just choose the shortest distance to kill.

Zhao Mai glanced at the ground, then used the telekinesis ring to move a branch of the campfire over. It suddenly hit his feet, making him stagger. Then the hunter's blood spear shot out like a dragon, and slammed it in the process of falling. The axeman was still making preparations to prevent a fall, unable to respond to Zhao Mai's attack, so he watched the spear approaching.

He just poked a small mouth in his neck, but it has been able to cause a terrible bleeding effect. The Hunter's Blood Spear is designed for bleeding, and the magical spear tip can turn a small wound into a fatal wound. In just two seconds, there was a large pool of blood on the ground, and the axe hand fell inside, clutching his neck in vain, leaving only the ability to twitch from time to time.

Zhao Mai just glanced at it and immediately charged to the next enemy. Because the person in front fell too fast, the person behind didn't understand what was going on. They just saw a white light, and then felt a chill in their chest.

The hunter's blood spear was inserted and pulled out at the vital point, which meant a certain death. These attackers also wore armor, mostly leather armor, broken chain armor, or simply hanging an iron plate from their chest. If you are lucky, it can still play a protective role. But they were out of luck, they came across a magic weapon from another world, or the top collection of the Witch King.

The thick leather armor penetrates; the clinking chain armor penetrates; the entire pig iron plate is penetrated without accident. "Don't come up to die, don't come up to die." Zhao Mai said this to the rest of the people every time he knocked down one person.

Enemies are still coming, don’t they know that this is a waste of life? Zhao Mai saw madness in their eyes, but what kind of madness could make them choose to give away their lives in vain? At this moment, there was cheering from the place where the cavalry were fighting, and then the painful neigh of the horses. Immediately afterwards, Bolong covered his abdomen with his hands, blood pouring out from his fingers. His long sword didn't know where it went, and now he only had a slightly curved long dagger in his hand.

Immediately behind him was Sir Roderick, his wounds on his head and legs, so he walked staggering. "Safir, stop the mountain people, I will meet them!" The wandering warrior nodded, changed his precise, labor-saving and efficient movements, and suddenly opened and closed, with the whistling wind. The one and a half-meter-long refined broadsword can easily cut off wooden weapons such as spears, so Saffir quickly forced many mountain people away.

Zhao Mai rushed two steps forward and suddenly stopped again. Behind Sir Roderick, a huge figure turned out of the thick fog and behind the rocks. It was a deformed giant, nearly three meters tall, with enlarged muscles and swollen veins on the right half of his body~www.NovelMTL.com~ carrying half of a tree trunk as a weapon in his hand. The other half of the body is unremarkable, even a little thin in contrast. Compared with the body, its head is very small, with only one eye that can only be used, and the other is covered by a raised tumor on the brow bone. There was a meaningless purr from the rolled and plump lips, which sounded like a dream.

Seeing it join the battlefield, the mountain people all cheered and yelled: "Giant! Giant! Giant!" The giant hummed twice, bent his knees hard, and then jumped up! It rushed forward more than five meters, and the giant stick in his hand only shot down at the top of Sir Roderick's head!

Polon was the closest. He looked back while running, and when he saw this scene, he flicked his hand back and threw the dagger directly on Jazz's feet. Roderick wailed and fell to the ground. He thought he was dead, but the stick just swiped over his head and missed.

However, he has lost the ability to move, and sooner or later he will die! Jazz struggled to turn over, looked up at the ugly giant, and clenched the long sword in his hand. "Come on, you **** monster! Come to a decisive battle with me!" He made up his mind. When the monster attacks, he will cut the opponent's wrist with all his strength to make it crippled.

In this way, other talents have a chance to defeat him. (To be continued.)