The fabric rubbed the shrubs and rustled. The pine needles above the head were shaking in the cold wind. The large and thick clouds seemed to fall and hit the head at any time. When I looked up, I felt a little worried, but this environment also provided the best concealment for those who were sneaking.

Not to mention the fierce battle ahead, no one would have thought that there would be a third party involved in this battle. This is undoubtedly the most popular environment for wanderers and the most suitable environment for fishing in troubled waters.

Cyril is one of the best ones. He has done such things countless times. A large amount of money for the wanderer is to participate in other people's battles as mercenaries.

The struggle between NPCs, the struggle between players, or the battle between players and NPCs, he does not care about the victim's psychology. After all, the pleasure of slapping back is based on the pain of others.

Of course, the more important thing is to be more important than interests.

He shuttled through the woods, and in a moment he had already captured the battle situation.

It was a very simple camp, occupying a small slope, and using simple shrubs to build a fence to block the campsite, with an opening in front and behind.

The ice-skin blue-patterned bear and four skeletons were constantly rushing to the defense of the two giant shield warriors in front, while the three human swordsmen were stuck in the pass behind, facing the siege of seven skeletons.

In fact, this is a very huge gap in combat power. The undead who can become an advance team will not be inferior to ordinary human soldiers in individual combat capabilities, and it is definitely not comparable to skeletons who are awakened at will.

If there were no support from the two spells that kept flying out of the camp, the camp would probably be broken soon.

Two mages.

Cyril recognized that the outfits of these soldiers were La Rochelle's usual silver-gray color-matching clothing. Neither the giant shield nor the warrior's armor was ordinary. It was covered with war marks, but there were still no gaps.

With the configuration of the two mages, it is easy for Cyril to guess where they come from-

The Tower of North Wind.

In the entire northern border of La Rochelle, in addition to two heavy cities - Lovisa and Odnier, only the Tower of the North Wind can provide such good equipment to soldiers.

But with the support of such equipment, the group of soldiers fought so miserably, which was beyond Cyril's expectations. He couldn't help but observe for a while and soon discovered the reason-

Among the two mages who have been providing support to the soldiers in the camp, one of them is a slut!

Cyril dared to use his experience of entering and leaving the difficult underground palace mental arithmetic trap triggering time. One of the two mages casts a spell frequency only one-third of the other!

No wonder there were two noble wizards supporting him and having the advantage of the terrain, and several soldiers were fighting so embarrassedly.

When Cyril caught a glimpse of the somewhat clumsy waving the staff from a certain angle, but after chanting the spell, he only caused a ripple of magic power. He failed to build a magic model, but instead disturbed the figure of the mage who was traveling with him, he knew why the camp looked like it was going to be broken through.

The combination of these two mages together is not even the effect of one plus one equals two, but one equals zero point five!

The purple-English Wood Staff with a beautiful sapphire in the mage's hand was vain. Cyril recognized this staff as a blue stone crystal stick. It was a very top-notch equipment in the middle of the game. It can be sold at a high price of 100 gentry in the hinterland of La Rochelle, and the price may even double in the surrounding areas.

You should know how strict the "Road of Raven" controls players' money acquisition. If a player who is careful in the first year of the game does not engage in commercial activities, he can save two gold gentry.

Even in some places where gold prices are high, you can only exchange it for one Jintri. For civilian players, it is almost impossible to buy such a weapon.

For a moment, four big words even popped up in Cyril's mind:

Killing and robbing.

However, he quickly shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind. He didn't want to fall to the bottom of the reputation of La Rochelle in the early stages of the game and become a five-star wanted criminal - not to mention that with his current strength, it is unrealistic to kill and rob.

But just as Cyril thought, the subtle balance of power on the field was broken - it was a spell that originated from the clumsy mage's wrong timing. The sudden chaos caused the support of another mage to slow down again, so that a swordsman in the front row faced the attack of three swords at the same time, and was slashed and took a big step back, giving up the gap.

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The undead who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward. When the swordsman wanted to make up for his position, it was already occupied by the undead, and his teammates were injured and retreated, barely supporting him in the next hole.

"Miss Christian, do we have props?" the swordsman roared. The clumsy mage hurriedly took out something and threw it forward. Then a red light flashed, something exploded between the undead, and the flames spread on the ground, disrupting the offensive formation just organized by the undead.

Cyril was stunned. Unexpectedly, the mage looked clumsy and made such a correct decision at this time. Nothing can block the pace of the undead more than flame and light. The unknown props really disrupted the undead's formation.

And this is also the clarion call of Cyril's offensive-

The trainee knight attendant, hiding in the shadow, had a long sword in one hand and a broken sword in the other. In just three seconds, he had already rushed behind the last undead who had fallen. Cyril's movement did not stop at all. The Silver Blade Knight's standard sword drew a beautiful arc and directly cut off the head of a skeleton. At the same time, the broken sword accurately separated the other undead's slash and kicked it aside.

The three swordsmen were stunned for a moment, then cheered loudly: "We have reinforcements!"

It seemed as if the words "11" of morale flew up from their heads, but the soldiers' excitement made Cyril nervous. He hurriedly waved his sword and chopped down the skeleton in front of him, then grabbed the pass, but turned around and kicked the swordsman who wanted to rush up first.

"What are you doing!"

The swordsman said in shock and anger, but saw the sword light in the hand of the hero who broke in front of him, as if the incident had not happened, and he rushed straight into the undead. He swears that he had never seen such a silky sword technique. The obviously inflexible knight sword was like a kiss in the man's hand, and when it struck the undead's neck, it looked like a flying wing of a goshawk-

In just a few hurried moments, all the undead who almost destroyed the soldiers of the North Wind Tower fell under Cyril's sword. Of course, the mage had the help of a ball of flame, but it was more relied on Cyril's understanding of these bones.

He knew clearly which joint could cut off the head of the skeleton as fast as possible and which position to kick could make them lose balance. These skeletons without armor protection are the most important new force of the undead, but they are also pitiful abandoned existences.

Without giving the three swordsmen any chance to take action, the seven skeletons separated. Looking at the experience bar that was rising, Cyril did not hesitate at all, and did not even give the swordsman who was kicked to speak but stopped. He held his sword and rushed to the battlefield on the other end of the camp.

The first rule for excellent wanderers: Don’t let your peers separate your spoils.
Chapter completed!