A trace of pride flashed in Ferdinand's eyes, and he slashed hard at Augustine's right hand with his sword. He only heard a squeaking sound, and the wrist guard on Augustine's right wrist shattered with the sound. The sword edge cut into half of the wrist, revealing the pale bone stubble.
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Augustine howled in pain, and was protected by a wrist guard. His hand was not cut off directly, but Ferdinand had already raised his cross sword. Although his companions behind him tried their best to rescue him, they were blocked by the hunter mercenaries.
Augustine still doesn't understand the other party's intentions. This despicable Ferdinand doesn't care about the ownership of Keel Camp at all. This time he just wants to cut off his right hand to avenge his brother.
At the critical moment, a look of determination flashed in Augustine's eyes, and he swung the shield in his hand with his movable left hand and threw it towards Ferdinand as a hidden weapon.
Ferdinand was feeling proud when he saw a large shield swinging towards his face. He was immediately horrified and he suddenly bent back and waved his iron cross sword to block.
There was only a clanging sound as the large shield rotated and was separated by the weapon in Ferdinand's hand, but the sharp edge still scratched across his cheek!
Ferdinand screamed, a bloody arrow shot out from his face, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.
His helmet had been blown off, a deep bloody mark was cut on his left cheek, and a piece of his face was torn off. When he stretched out his hand, the piece of face fell right on his palm, looking extremely horrified.
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Ferdinand broke into a cold sweat all over his body. He didn't expect that Augustine could still launch such a counterattack even though his right hand was so badly injured. If he was not careful, the shield could directly cut off his head.
After the fear in his heart ended, it immediately turned into endless anger. Ferdinand roared, thrust his sword and stabbed Augustine in the head. This time, he used 120% of his strength. He was ecstatic, as if he had foreseen the sword.
The scene of cutting off Augustine's head.
At this moment, an Iron Fang mercenary finally broke through the trap of the hunters. A strong man with a bald head and an exaggerated totem tattoo on his face rushed over and punched Ferdinand away.
This punch was so powerful that it sent Ferdinand flying into the air. He spun twice in the air before landing on the ground. Blood and teeth splashed out from his mouth.
The bald man held the battle ax upside down, still stained with scarlet blood drops - and walked straight towards Ferdinand. Ferdinand recognized this man as a well-known fighting force of the Iron Fang Mercenary Group. It is said that he is one-third of barbarian blood.
Arbuckle is extremely powerful and cruel.
He was horrified, but he still raised his Iron Cross sword and wanted to fight back, but he saw Arbuckle slashing at him, and the Iron Cross sword jingled. After Ferdinand staggered away, the Iron Cross sword in his hand had been slashed.
Half broken into pieces, just like scrap metal.
Ferdinand saw Augustine's right hand was nearly broken and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss. He couldn't bear to give up this excellent opportunity and shouted loudly: "Your Excellency Yale, now is not the time to feel distressed, use your magic quickly!"
Bald Arbuckle rushed forward and continued to chase Ferdinand. The ax easily tore through Ferdinand's armor, leaving bloody traces on his body. He was about to push Ferdinand into a desperate situation.
"Tiejia is going to lose."
Connor, who had been silent all this time, said silently.
Shiloh was stunned for a moment. Iron Fang clearly had the upper hand on the field now. Although Augustin was seriously injured, Ferdinand was not much better. The hunter was now relying on the last seconds of magic blessing to fight with the Iron Fang mercenaries and wait for the time to end.
You will definitely fail in the end.
As for the magician, he has exhausted his magic power long ago...wait a minute!
Shiloh's eyes stayed on the magician, and he saw that he had raised the wooden staff in his hand at some point. An obvious purple air flow emerged from the white crystal on the wooden staff and rolled around his body.
After a dazzling magical light burst out, the magician pointed the wooden staff at the bald Arbuckle, and suddenly a purple smoke gathered into a ball and flew toward Arbuckle's back as if it was spiritual.
Upon hearing his companion's reminder, Arbuckle leaned over and rolled, only to see that the purple smoke fell into the air, then turned back and floated towards Arbak again.
Arbuckle felt the cold air contained in the smoke, and his expression changed. He tried to dodge but was unable to do so, so he had to protect his body with the blade of his ax and resisted the magician's attack.
"Pfft, la, la, la-"
The black mist hit the ax surface, and the originally polished ax surface turned into black pits in an instant, melting into iron juice and dripping. The flesh and blood on Abak's arms and face were exposed to the black
Immediately after the fog, it began to corrode rapidly. In just a blink of an eye, it was corroded to the point where the bones were visible.
When the black mist was exhausted, Aback howled miserably and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
When the members of the Iron Fang Mercenary Group saw this scene, their scalps were numb with shock, but they saw the mage hunched over, letting out a dry laugh, and raising the wooden staff in his hand again.
"Kill that magician!"
Now the members of the Iron Fang Mercenary Group could no longer hold their breath. With such a magician who had mastered terrifying and destructive magic to help them fight, no matter how brave they were, they could not win this deadly battle.
Immediately, an Iron Fang mercenary pushed away his opponent and ran towards the magician. However, at this moment, the magician had prepared his magic again, and two more streaks of the same purple smoke flew out left and right, towards the Iron Fang mercenary.
The tooth mercenaries swept away.
Everyone had seen the power of this magic and did not dare to fight it head-on. They wanted to avoid the smoke and attack the magician, but they were tightly entangled by the hunter mercenaries. Several people were knocked down in a row, and they were not sure whether they were alive or dead.
As Connor said, the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for the Iron Fang mercenaries.
However, the Iron Fang mercenaries still did not collapse at this time. One or two of them used slings to attack the magician, while others fought and retreated to preserve their combat power to the maximum extent.
The mercenaries who were watching became more and more nervous. The members of the Hunter mercenary group shouted, "Kill them, I will use their skulls as bowls!", while the people of the Tieya mercenary group desperately cheered for their comrades.
, cheer up.
Mercenaries fight to the death, and no one else is allowed to interfere.
Ferdinand returned to the queue. He was covered with wounds from Arbuckle's chops and had no strength to fight anymore. He resumed commanding. At this moment, Ferdinand suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something wrong.
What about Augustine?
Why is the guy who lost so much blood and should be lying on the ground waiting for death missing?
"Your Excellency Yale! Kill them quickly!"
Ferdinand's expression changed because he saw a man suddenly rush out from Tie Ya's queue, jumped up, sat astride the standing horse that was wandering around the battlefield at some point, pulled the reins and charged towards the magician.
passed.
The man's face was pale, one hand was hanging on his arm at a weird angle, and the other hand was struggling to hold the lance. The sharp tip of the lance reached the magician Yale.