Sword and Magic and Taxi

The biggest difference between domestic horses and war horses is that they cannot be used in combat - this is simply nonsense. Zhao Mai clearly saw a trace of panic in the eyes of the galloping horses. They were still worried about hitting humans.

Zhao Mai raised his free left hand, and the spell murmured from his mouth. The force of nature floated into the ears of those horses with his orders, and then suddenly exploded into a roar of lions and tigers that only the horses could hear. The frightened horses suddenly stood up, neighed in unison, kicked their front legs wildly, and threw all the knights behind them off their horses.

The sound of them falling was like potato bags, their internal organs and ribs clearly made a popping sound, and what was squeezed out of their lungs was a cry of ouch. Go away, Zhao Mai shouted to them, Don't come here looking for death!

These mountain people had already turned into bandits. How could they listen to the unfavorable advice? Why should we starve?! They thought that this noble reason could make up for the gap in martial arts, so after getting up from the ground, they still rushed up.

There's no way to reason with these people. Safire said this to Zhao Mai, took a few steps forward, and put the long knife under his armpits with both hands. When the enemy was approaching, he took half a step forward and suddenly thrust out.

It's not a straight thrust like using a spear, but a quick diagonal slash with a certain arc. The mountain people tried to fend it off with their weapons, but failed every time. Zhao Mai observed that Safire used the angle changes of his wrist and elbow to make the long knife move in an approximate spiral motion, often bypassing the upper body area where it was initially aimed, and most of them hit the opponent's thigh or knee.

Regardless of whether he hits or not, Safire will immediately take one to one and a half steps back diagonally, continue to keep his distance, and then look for the next opportunity to take action. His weapon is longer than anyone else's, so this advantage should be taken advantage of. One-on-one combat requires courage, but when fighting against many, the first thing to do is not lose mobility. It is an old saying that two fists are difficult to beat with four hands. The key to winning a melee lies in the use of space and the efficiency of fighting.

He didn't kill anyone, but kept seriously wounding his opponents. He is not greedy for merit, but he will not give up a fighting chance because of being too cautious. Zhao Mai only watched him for a while and learned a lot from him.

While looking at Saffir, he didn't notice that several cold arrows flew over, hitting Zhao Mai's body with two bangs, and then bounced away from the magic leather armor. These sharpened wooden arrowheads are useless against real armor, let alone a good piece of magic armor. But even though he was not injured, his chest still hurt a little from being hit. Besides, who can guarantee that these arrows will not be shot towards the eyes next time.

Up! Zhao Mai pointed to the left, and the food reserves rushed out with a howl. It will go around to the side, and then wait for the right moment to flank the enemy with Zhao Mai. A wild man wearing a ragged cloak and wielding an ax shouted and rushed forward, followed by three accomplices. There is no encirclement, no flanking attack, and no coordination tactics. Just use the shortest distance to kill them.

Zhao Mai glanced at the ground, and then used the telekinesis ring to move a branch from the bonfire. It hit his feet all of a sudden, making him stagger. Then the hunter's blood spear came out like a dragon and stabbed him as he fell. The axeman was still busy making preparations to prevent falling. He could no longer react to Zhao Mai's attack and just watched the tip of the spear approach.

It was just a small puncture on his neck, but it was already able to cause terrible bleeding effects. The Hunter's Blood Spear is designed for bleeding. The magical spear tip can turn small wounds into fatal wounds. In just two seconds, there was already a large pool of blood on the ground, and the axehand fell inside, covering his neck in vain, with only the ability to twitch from time to time.

Zhao Mai just took a glance and immediately charged towards the next enemy. Because the person in front fell too fast, the person behind didn't understand what happened. They just saw a white light and then felt a chill in their chest.

The hunter's blood spear is inserted and withdrawn at the vital point, which means certain death. These attackers also wore armor, mostly leather armor, broken chainmail, or simply had an iron plate hanging from their chests. If you're lucky, it can still provide some protection. But they were unlucky. What they encountered was a magical weapon from another world, which was also the top collection of the Witch King.

The thick leather armor penetrated; the clanking chain armor penetrated; and the entire cast iron plate penetrated without any accident. Don't come up and die, don't come up and die. Zhao Mai would say this to the remaining people every time he knocked down a person.

Enemies keep coming, don't they know this is a complete waste of life? Zhao Mai saw madness in their eyes, but what kind of madness would make them choose to give away their lives in vain? At this moment, cheers came from the place where the cavalry were fighting, followed by the painful neighing of the horses. Immediately afterwards, Bronn covered his abdomen with his hand, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. His long sword had gone somewhere, and now he only had a long, slightly curved dagger in his hand.

Following closely behind him was Ser Rodrik, who was staggering as he walked with wounds to his head and legs. Savre, stop the mountain people, I will go to meet them! The wandering warrior nodded, and changed his precise, labor-saving and efficient movements to suddenly open and close, bringing with it the sound of howling wind. The one-and-a-half-meter-long refined sword could easily cut off spears and other wooden weapons, so Saffur quickly forced many mountain people away.

Zhao Mai took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. Behind Sir Rodrik, a huge figure emerged from the thick fog and rocks. It was a deformed giant, nearly three meters tall, with enlarged muscles and bulging veins on the right half of his body. He was holding half a tree trunk as a weapon. The other half of the body is unremarkable, even looking a little thin in comparison. Compared with its body, its head is small, with only one working eye, and the other is covered by a raised tumor on the brow bone. A meaningless purring sound came from his curled and plump lips, which sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

Seeing it joining the battlefield, the mountain people cheered and shouted one by one: Giant! Giant! Giant! The giant laughed twice, bent his knees hard, and then jumped up suddenly! It rushed forward for more than five meters, and the giant wooden club in its hand only hit Sir Rodrik's head!

Bronn was the closest. He looked back while running. When he saw this scene, he threw his hand back and threw the dagger directly at the knight's feet. Rodrik wailed and fell to the ground. He thought he was dead, but the stick just passed over his head and missed.

However, he has lost the ability to move and will die sooner or later! Jazz struggled to turn over, looked up at the ugly giant, and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. Come on, you damn monster! Come and fight me! He made up his mind. When the monster attacked, he would use all his strength to cut the opponent's wrist and try to make it crippled.

In this way, others will have a chance to defeat him.