The sword light struck and split the formation of the Paladins. A thin figure rushed forward with the sword light, rushed to Mader's side and slashed with his sword.
Mud raised his sword to block, but as if he was struck by lightning, the long sword was blown away by the huge force contained in the opponent's horizontal slash, and the middle door opened wide.
Ma De's face was ashen, but his eyes were firm. He knew that he was in danger. From the sword light that the opponent slashed, he could tell that the person who came was a strong sword master. He should only be a junior sword master, but he was no longer
He can compete.
From low to high, magicians are divided into apprentices, junior (one to three), intermediate (four to six), and high (seven to nine) levels, great magician, arcane mage (magician), and truth mage (god of magic).
Swordsmen are also divided into apprentices, junior (one to three), intermediate (four to six), high (seven to nine), and junior and senior sword masters.
Their levels correspond to each other. The difficulty level of the entry-level sword master is equivalent to that of the great magician, but the combat power is more focused.
For example, when the great magician is on the battlefield, in a head-on battle, the great magician can play tricks on the sword master and bombard him indiscriminately, leaving the sword master unable to fight back.
But in a restricted terrain, when being approached, the great magician is like a little chicken in the hands of the sword master, and one can be pinched to death.
Therefore, the magician must have followers to prevent melee professions from getting close, and at the same time, they can block and attract the enemy's attacks during the battle, allowing the magician to cast spells calmly and smash the enemy to pieces.
Mages can recruit followers, but can swordsmen recruit mages to protect themselves so that they can kill people with peace of mind?
Theoretically, it is possible, but swordsmen are generally poor, and mages are rich and can afford to support others. How can swordsmen support mages? So basically you can only see mages surrounded by stars, and swordsmen alone.
The fighting style of the Paladin is close to that of the Swordsman, but it has many more auxiliary abilities. It is good at team battles, but not good at fighting alone.
Marder is a seventh-level paladin, and his strength corresponds to that of a seventh-level swordsman, but the enemy is a junior swordsman. There is a three-level gap in strength between them, which is irreparable.
If he and his team had war horses and formed an orderly formation, they might still be able to fight, but now they have nothing, and even their weapons have been blown away, so what can they do to resist?
Take your own firm belief!
"Break through with all your strength, I'll stop him! Sacrifice!" A dazzling holy light exploded from Mader's body, and blazing holy flames surged out, wrapping him like a glowing fireman, and punched the enemy.
The rest of the Paladins were stunned and wanted to turn back and fight, but the handsome Paladin stopped them: "Let's go! The captain is burning his own life, don't let his sacrifice be in vain!"
Under the kick and drag of the handsome Paladin, the other Paladins pushed their legs and ran wildly, but the road ahead was blocked by undead creatures, and the encirclement was closed.
The handsome paladin accelerated to the front with all his strength, jumped up and jumped towards the encirclement, and smashed his fists on the ground - holy shock.
The ground shook, and the skeletons and zombies in the front circle shook, making them unable to stand firmly. The handsome paladin took the opportunity to hold his holy shield in front of him, and slammed into them with all his strength - holy collision.
After using the skill twice in a row, his companions all realized what he wanted to do, and their eyes immediately turned red. With such effort, even if he broke through the encirclement, the handsome paladin would not have the strength to escape. He was sacrificing himself to clear the way for everyone.
Any more words and hesitations are useless at this moment and will only waste the sacrifices of Marder and the handsome paladin. Everyone gritted their teeth, waved their swords in silence, and followed the handsome paladin to rush out of the siege.
After breaking through the encirclement, the handsome paladin was exhausted and his speed slowed down. His companions reluctantly crossed his position and ran farther away.
The handsome paladin simply stopped and shouted loudly: "Be careful with Onard, he is hiding information and clearly wants us to die."
"Ahhhhh!!!" I could only hear the suppressed roar of grief from my departing companion.
The handsome paladin turned around to face the incoming undead creatures, smiled heartily, showed his small white teeth, and swung his sword fearlessly until he was overwhelmed by the skeletons.
The thin swordmaster moved left and right to avoid Marder's sharp edge. He had read records about the Paladins in the book. After these Paladins burned their lives and activated 'Sacrifice', no matter how serious the damage was, they could not stop their progress.
, until the moment when life burns out.
Instead of risking a head-on fight, it would be better to wait for him to burn himself, but unfortunately, let the rest of the Paladins run away.
Two minutes later, the holy flame on Mad's body became weaker and weaker, and finally went out completely. He also maintained the same posture as when he threw the last punch, and the look in his eyes completely dissipated.
The sword master sighed, stepped forward, closed his eyelids, and helped him fall to the ground.
Felinisa and others came closer and said, "I have met Lord Luofen."
The sword master returned the favor, then looked at Marder's body on the ground, and said deeply: "They broke my ice city and killed so many of my people, but I can't hate them. These are some worthy opponents.
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"Brother!" Anna's long-repressed scream finally broke out. As soon as the Juggernaut appeared, Anna recognized him from his figure and posture. It was her brother Luther Luofen, but she was afraid of disturbing the battle.
Her brother, she had been suppressing her excitement until now she screamed and flew towards her brother.
Luther, who had a serious look on his face just now, showed disgust and held her head down to prevent her from jumping on him: "What are you doing? So many people are watching, hugging and hugging each other, my image has been blurred.
You are corrupt, do you have anything to eat? Get me some quickly, I am starving to death."
At this time, everyone discovered that Luther's body was steaming with heat, and water vapor could be seen rising from his head. It seemed that he had gone through very intense consumption.
"It seems that this Paladin is not weak. You have to work so hard to win it." Feilin sighed.
Luther is recognized as a training prodigy in Ice City. He broke through to become a junior swordsman at the age of eight, and reached the level of a junior swordsman at the age of twenty. He is the only strong man in the world who has broken through to become a swordsman in a thousand years.
Such a strong man has to put in so much effort, the Paladin is not weak.
"No, no, I ran here from 20 kilometers away. I was just tired. There was a flash of white light here just now, and I knew these guys would be here." Luther explained.
White light? Everyone glanced at the angel skeleton.
Luther was a little confused. Why did everyone look at a skeleton when he said "white light", and there were two bones supporting the skeleton behind it, which was a bit deformed.
"By the way, who has something to eat? I'm starving to death. I get hungry easily after a fight. Get me something to eat."
Swordsman is a profession that consumes a lot of physical energy, let alone the level of Sword Master. One sword strike may be worth the calories of several bowls of rice, so the higher the level of swordsman, the more food he has to eat.
Everyone came out to set up an ambush and encirclement, who would bring food? Not to mention that there was only Anna alive here. In the end, everyone turned their attention to Ange.
Food? Ange tilted his head. The food must not be eaten if it is not shelled. The predecessor of the little zombie died of starvation in this way. So besides food, this is the only thing left for him to eat.
Seeing what Ange dug out, both Luther and Anna's eyes lit up. Luther's eyes gleamed even more and he shouted excitedly: "Beet, is this beet?"