That's a fake elf

While the plundering cavalry were frantically chasing the rangers, the mercenaries and poachers began to indulge in carnival.

You must know that a living Pegasus can be sold for tens of thousands of gold coins in other countries, which is even comparable to that of a living pure-blooded wood elf.

That group of terrifying prairie barbarians left the magic spring to hunt down the forest rangers. Then wouldn't they be able to take these Pegasus as their own?

Some greedy guys immediately targeted the Pegasus, and some even reached out to the leader of the Silver Pegasus who could no longer move.

This scene immediately angered all the Pegasus, and they used [Strong Wind Shock] one after another almost regardless of their mana, tearing the mercenaries into pieces.

Some smarter mercenaries saw the pain points of the Pegasus and stopped approaching the leader of the Silver Pegasus. Instead, they just stood in the distance and started shooting arrows.

Although the Pegasus have considerable strength and agility, and can release magic, their defense power is not very high, and their magic power is extremely limited.

After running out of mana, they soon suffered casualties under the arrows of poachers.

"Do I call you idiots? They are all dead, what can we give in exchange for money?"

Seeing that the Pegasus began to die, a poacher leader cursed at the mercenaries who, like Silly Que, were still firing arrows.

"Fuck you, they've killed so many of us, so what if we shoot a few of them? If you're not convinced, go ahead on your own!"

One of the mercenaries spat in the poacher leader's face with disdain.

Mercenaries inherently feel superior to poachers. After all, most of them are professional soldiers, and these poachers are just hooligans or refugees.

"you...."

After looking at the well-equipped mercenaries, and then at the evasive poachers behind him, the poacher leader's face darkened.

But at this moment, a sad and melodious song suddenly came from the woods, and the poacher leader suddenly felt dizzy.

Looking at the proud mercenaries, for some reason, the poacher leader suddenly felt raging anger in his heart, and his original thoughts of swallowing his anger disappeared.

"I am grass Nima!"

After violently kicking the mercenary who spat at him, the poacher leader pulled out the dagger from his waist and wanted to stab the mercenary to let him know that he was not someone to be trifled with.

But suddenly a crossbow arrow shot out from the mercenary team, hitting the poacher leader between the eyebrows.

"Old... The boss is dead. Avenge the boss and kill these son-of-a-bitch mercenaries!"

Seeing that their leader was killed by a crossbowman among the mercenaries, a roar suddenly came from among the poachers, causing the confused mercenaries to instinctively launch a counterattack.

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The internal strife between the poachers and the mercenaries soon made the armored monks feel that something was wrong.

In particular, the sad songs coming from the forest continued to emit a burst of strange spiritual power, which began to affect their spirits.

With their sense of magic, they immediately understood that someone had released magic that bewitched people's hearts.

As priests with an extremely strong spiritual will, the heavily armored monks quickly used mana barriers to resist the invasion of [Dementor], but the same could not be said for the mercenaries and poachers.

With their low mental attributes, they soon forgot their original purpose and started fighting each other.

"Hillman, we must find the spellcaster, otherwise we will be besieged by these idiots sooner or later."

[Heavy Armored Monk] Sigurd, who had a scar on his face, covered his dizzy head and growled lowly at the square-faced monk.

"Sigurd, our target is not the spell caster, let alone the Pegasus, but the magic spring. Destroy it and we will retreat immediately, leaving the prairie barbarians alone."

The middle-aged monk glanced at the murderous look in his companion's eyes, which made him feel even more uneasy.

"Then destroy the magic spring, and anyone who stands in the way will die!"

Lifting the [Hexagram Star Shield], the scar-faced monk swung the mace in his hand, knocked over the mercenary in front of him, and approached the magic spring expressionlessly.

"Too reckless..."

Seeing his companions wielding the [Dragon Hammer] and killing everyone, Hillman knew that Sigurd must have begun to be affected by the [Dementor].

He must complete the task quickly and retreat, otherwise if he continues to stay here, he is not sure whether the other two companions will attack him.

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The scar-faced monk Sigurd, with his indestructible heavy armor and the giant shield in his hand, easily blocked all attacks and smashed the mercenaries and poachers in front of him into a pulp one by one.

Just as he was about to approach the magic spring, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. A dagger unexpectedly avoided the armor, cut into the gap in the armor in an instant, and pierced his neck.

After staggering a few steps, Sigurd managed to hold his body up with his big shield and let out a gasping sound.

Shaking off the blood on the dagger, Gao Shun walked away without any hesitation.

But before he could disappear into the crowd, he saw an astonishing scene.

A golden shield appeared on Scarface, and then the barrier turned into golden flames and wrapped around him.

This unexpected situation made Gao Shun's heart tighten suddenly.

not dead?How could it be possible? That was a fatal injury. A trace of shock flashed in Gao Shun's eyes.

But the next second his expression suddenly changed, and he used his dagger to block without thinking.

A burst of tremendous force almost made Gao Shun fly away with his dagger. The remaining force spread throughout his body, causing a knot of energy in his chest. However, with his extremely high agility and skill, he immediately took a few steps back and flew to relieve the force.

Seeing that the wound on the opponent's neck had healed, Gao Shun's face darkened.

"Accept the trial." Sigurd, who narrowly escaped with his [Faith Barrier], let out an angry roar and suddenly threw out the weapon in his hand.

The red hammer was wrapped in golden lightning and hit Gao Shun like lightning and flint.

Faced with this dual attack of physics and magic, Gao Shun did not choose to take it hard, but directly picked up the poacher at hand and threw it towards the [Hammer of Judgment].

The powerful magical power instantly tore the poacher's body into pieces.

Seeing that the assassin who attacked him was not dead, Sigurd panted and raised his shield, wanting to continue the pursuit.

But Gao Shun was not willing to give the other party this opportunity again.

Who knows if this guy will use the death-avoiding skill again after he recovers his mana again.

When he thought of this, Gao Shun directly used the [Transformation] skill to replace himself and the mercenary behind Scarface.

The dagger in his hand cut Scarface's throat cleanly, and blood spurted out.

The golden barrier appeared again, almost flicking away the dagger in his hand, which made Gao Shun's expression suddenly change.

"Interesting trick, but I don't know if you can be revived if your head is gone."

Suddenly, Gao Shun grabbed Scarface's head and slashed the knife, piercing the golden barrier.

"Ho ho ho ho."

This time, Scarface seemed to feel the approach of death. He unconsciously dropped the big shield in his hand, and did not pay attention to the wound on his neck that was spurting blood. Instead, he stretched out his hands and tried to grab it. Gao Shun after living.

Unfortunately, a large amount of blood loss had already taken away all the strength he had known, and under Gao Shun's dagger, he could only wait to be killed.

"Sigurd... Bastard, I want to punish you on behalf of the God of the Sky!"

After taking a look at the square-faced monk who roared in anger and rushed toward him, Gao Shun sneered silently, holding Sigurd's dead head, and silently disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

The surrounding poachers and mercenaries were immediately dispersed like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered under the impact of the three heavily armored monks.

The square-faced monk Hillman hugged the headless corpse of his companion on the ground and let out a painful roar.

"Find the assassin and get Sigurd's head back!"