Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

Kabaeva cast her magic anxiously, continuously injecting her own magic power into the rapid march. She rushed to the destination desperately, with only one thought in her mind: she must not let more colleagues die in this tragic battle!

When she finally arrived at the scene, her tense mood instantly relaxed.

She was pleased that the members of the combat unit showed extraordinary wisdom and strategy.

They did not blindly fight the powerful enemy, but cleverly used tactics to successfully trap the terrifying dark priest.

At this moment, the Dark Priest was in trouble and every step he took seemed extremely difficult.

The water mages worked closely together, casting layers of water curtain shields to firmly protect their teammates who were controlling earth spells.

The Wood Mage took the opportunity to release various binding and entanglement spells, making the enemy caught in a dilemma and suffering.

"Haha, everyone, you did a great job! Keep up the momentum, keep exerting spell pressure, and exhaust his energy. Let's see if there's a chance to capture him alive..."

Kabaeva smiled and encouraged loudly~~

"Master, you are absolutely right. That is exactly what we planned. This guy is like a ferocious wild boar, charging around and causing great damage! Fortunately, although his defense is strong, it is not invulnerable..." A magician responded excitedly.

She, Kabaeva, was guarding several wood mages with full concentration.

Her eyes were firm and focused, always alert to any danger that might arise around her.

She was like a solid fortress, cooperating with the wood mages in casting spells to ensure that they could safely control the binding force on the shadow priests.

With the master's protection, the wood mages cast their vine magic with peace of mind. Under their control, the vines were like nimble tentacles, tightly wrapping around the shadow priest.

As an excellent commander, Kabaeva is well aware of the importance of protecting her subordinates and helping them achieve merit in team operations.

In the battles of the magical world, it is not only a contest of personal strength, but also a test of teamwork.

If a boss always pursues personal achievements and tries to snatch the credit from his subordinates, the team will inevitably become disunited.

Kabaeva is well aware of this truth. She knows how to let her subordinates use their talents in battle and get the honor they deserve.

Because of this, she is deeply loved and supported by her subordinates. Her subordinates are willing to follow her not only because of her powerful magic skills, but also because of her fair and charismatic personality.

Looking at the burly dark priest again, he was now in deep despair.

The vine magic cast by these senior magicians was indeed powerful. The vines were like tough ropes, entwining around his body in circles.

Although he could break free from the vines with his divine power, they kept coming back endlessly.

Every time he broke free, new vines would wrap around him. This constant restraint was gradually draining his strength.

Just like water dripping through a stone, although the binding force each time seems small, the consumption over a long period of time cannot be underestimated.

At the same time, earth magic also caused him a lot of trouble.

The earth magician casts the earth spike technique, making the ground full of dangers.

Those sharp ground spikes forced the shadow priest to jump and move continuously to avoid the attacks of the ground spikes.

Although these spikes did not cause any substantial damage to his body for the time being, the constant dodging action was consuming his physical and mental strength.

This kind of fighting style is the most despicable one for a magician in the eyes of the shadow priest. He has great power but seems to be stuck in a quagmire and cannot use his strength.

About five minutes later, Jean Tocque also arrived at the scene.

As soon as he arrived, he began to quickly assess the situation on the scene. He saw a group of magicians retreating and chatting and laughing, and from their relaxed demeanor, Jean Tocque concluded that the situation was under control.

So he walked towards Master Kabaeva. When he got close to Kabaeva, he felt a strong chill.

Kabaeva was seen emitting a cold aura, and there was a crystal-like shield around her body.

The frost shield was crystal clear, emitting a cold light, as if it were an indestructible line of defense.

The magicians hid behind her and cast spells in an orderly manner.

Each of them held a pocket watch in their hand, which allowed them to time their spells accurately to the second, so the release of magic was very intermittent and connected.

This precise coordination allowed their magical attacks to form a continuous force.

Looking at the dark priest in full armor, he had obviously suffered some pain at this moment.

His original majestic appearance was gone, replaced by a look of embarrassment.

He was entangled in vines and had to avoid thorns, which constantly consumed his physical strength and energy. This made him very angry and he was furious.

He kept swinging the giant axe, trying to cut the vines, while also carefully avoiding the thorns, and seemed a little flustered.

This kind of battle situation is like a hunt. The shadow priest is like a trapped bear, and can only rush around.

Although he possessed great strength and sophisticated equipment, he seemed helpless in the face of the magicians' clever tactics.

His physical strength and power were constantly being consumed, and he would eventually be exhausted. In this case, the outcome of this battle seemed to be doomed.

The key point is that Master Kabaeva has not made a move yet, so unless something unexpected happens, there is no chance for the Shadow Priest to turn the tables.

Kabaeva was just guarding her subordinates from the side, and once she made a move, everything was over.

Watching her subordinates perform magic in an orderly manner, it also reflects from the side that Kabaeva is full of confidence in her subordinates and believes that they can defeat the powerful enemy in front of them with their own abilities.

"Respected Master, I am Jean Tocque, a member of the mercenary group, and I have come to see you!" Jean Tocque saluted and said respectfully, "Looking at the current situation, I believe that the great magicians have already secured victory! Then I will take my leave first..."

At this moment, Kabaeva was staring intently ahead, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, and she did not dare to relax at all.

After hearing Jean Tocque's voice, she responded coldly without even turning her head: "Well, you can make your own arrangements. If you find any abnormalities, be sure to report to me in time..."

Seeing this, Jean Tocque quickly put away his salute and whispered again:

"I understand. I will take my leave now..."

Then he slowly stood up, turned and walked towards the nearby residential area.

Along the way, Jean Tocque thought to himself:

Although the magicians currently have the advantage, the battlefield is changing rapidly and there is no room for carelessness.

These magicians are still chatting and laughing so happily and extremely relaxed at this moment. It is obvious that they have not developed a good fighting state. This is really dangerous!

As an experienced mercenary, he knew that even a moment of slackness on the battlefield could lead to fatal consequences.

Therefore, Jean Tocque decided to find a civilian residence and quickly occupy its commanding heights so as to better guard the surroundings for the magicians.

Although doing so might just be the icing on the cake for the entire battle situation, he felt that he should still fulfill his responsibility. After all, having more protection is always good.

With this thought in mind, Jean Toc quickened his pace and soon disappeared around the corner of the street.