As we got closer and closer to the edge of the McCabe forest, the glow of the glowing mushrooms became harder and harder to see, both because most of the rare fluorescent mushrooms grew deep in the forest, and because the forest was becoming less dark and the people were getting closer to leaving the forest. Grenn's men were still disappearing regularly, and despite the family's efforts, Grenn seemed to have a fearsome ability to track them and follow them. Shevell and Gordon were too weak to fight, and they had to drag on, but the longer they dragged on, the more likely Grenn was to realize that the three Transcendents could no longer Pierce the stripes.
The mourners of the Deco family made their way to the foot of the mountain with all their might, and finally reached the foot of Mugsaiya in the early hours of the third day. When the first ray of moonlight penetrated the heavy sheet and landed on the green bed, Alan knew that they had come to the edge of the forest, where the layers of the fungus were no longer dense and a gap had opened.
The most dangerous moment is often in the sight of the safety of the moment.
When people see the arrival of safety, there will be a sense of escape, followed by a decrease in concentration, awareness of the environment, and waiting to go back to celebrate. Amid all this beautiful falsity, the Sellswords behind them disappear again, and after a few seconds of looking out of focus, Gordon feels bad, but as it turns out, they have to pay for their mistake.
Grenn struck.
Grenn had a clear sense that the three superhumans were at the point of weakness, but they were always on their guard. If they rushed, they would fail, and if they did, they would have to do it quickly. Who knew if Shin was back or not, or if he was lurking in the shadows? But Abel and his men had slipped away, and Grenn was worried that he had found no chance. The longer he delayed, the more likely Shen would return. And once Shin returns, the Deco team will find it hard to catch up, and Grenn will have to answer. But this time, the moment of relief was in Grenn's eyes, and he did not hesitate. He moved like a rabbit, his great sword out of its sheath, and the flame before its blade, like a whip, roared toward its prey.
Four crossbowmen took up their crossbows and fired them at the other mortals, aiming to break their defenses just as the walls were being built to allow for the rest of the battle. At the moment of the chilled arrow, Grenn had quickly closed the distance. In the face of simultaneous knives and arrows, all moves rely on fighting instinct, without much thought, Arcane block has been released, runes flashing, and deadly attacks are blocked. But the attack came so quickly that the otherworldly acts were purely self-preservation, and Alan and Wood were not fully protected by their shields.
A miss. Grenn knew that his arrows were useless, that the Arcane block would be able to block a shower of Tumen arrows, and what few they had? With a wave of the hand, the Sellsword corps understood, and instead of the three superhumans with the shield, they began to attack Wood and Alan beyond the shield!
The rest of the sellswords erupted. A few knife shadows flashed, and a silver web enveloped Wood. Wood, who had seen this at Lusg and knew that he could not get away with it himself, did not move and was cut. Alan's position back gave him a little more time to react, but in haste Alan could only open his eyes and sing quickly, attacking the fierce sellsword as much as he could, or at least making them pump their shells. Struggling through a Fireball spell was the best Alan could do. He did his best. A golden ball of fire flew fast and caught a sellsword in the chest. In an instant, the leather on the sellsword's chest burst into flames, causing the sellsword to roll wildly on a bed of fungus with a scream. The simple bacteria bed can quickly isolate the air, and the golden flame after evaporation of a lot of bacteria liquid is no doubt extinguished. But the wounded mercenary's breastplate had been stripped bare, and the rest of the area had been set ablaze. The burns on his chest looked terrible and smelled of charred meat. The injury is critical, and the other sellsword quickly put the injured teammates dragged out, it is off the equipment, it is the medicine, and the wounded consciousness has long been confused.
Alan, on the other side, won't have as many. Fireball just shot, round the back of the sellsword on the back of Alan's head, Alan before the road was knocked on the matter of the sellsword all know, now really shout kill, no one will be polite to Alan, to the original healing wound is a pat! There was no doubt that the full force of a great Chinese character could not have been prevented by Alan's small size. The original wound had just split, and a tearing sensation reverberated through the little Armymaster's mind. Alan felt his head grow more extensive and more blurred in focus, and after a dizzy daze, Alan's eyes slowly dimmed and he fell straight forward.
As the sellswords took down Alan and Wood, Grenn attacked Abel and his uncles so violently that each slash on the shield sent the Arcane on top of it back.
He left it earlier!
The idea was almost confirmed by the eye contact of several of them. Grenn had never struck them as a strong man, a good one among the Owuls, but the two blows he had just inflicted were certainly enough to threaten the higher Arcane masters! No wonder the Sellsword leader had downplayed the fact that he could have killed an Arcane before. This man was good!
Abel had been working on a plan to take turns, freeing up his hands to unleash the Arcane counterattack, but Grenn had pushed them to all-out defense. Abel also wanted to save the country, one hand on the shield and the other hand spell, the result of the spell just read the most important link, the shield was severely cut by the broadsword flame, and Abel's wind spear directly interrupted. If it was a good one, it was no coincidence that all the other attacking spells, whether Abel or Gordon or Shevell, were interrupted at the most critical moment by Grenn, who knew the Arcane well enough to judge the state of the Arcane's spell to give the most timely interruption!
Although Grenn's timing was perfect, it was a case of "killing him while he was sick." If Xavier had been in the condition he was three days ago, Grenn's level of attack would have been a distraction, not a break in the wave. Grenn would have to flee and wait for another chance, but the Arcanists were in such bad shape that any disturbance they received would interrupt them, and they would have to defend.
Gordon gave Abel a look of action as if Abel had the key to the game. Abel bowed his head, and Gordon, relieved of his anxiety, began to focus on defending himself against Grenn's attack.
The three fought and retreated, but Grenn and others clung on. Grenn grew impatient at his inability to put the weak three to rest. He underestimated the resilience of the Grand Arcane masters. Even when they were about to run out of energy, they were able to maximize the Arcane energy at hand, and Grenn's plans for a quick victory were in vain. But in the face of the increasing intensity of the attacks, what little energy was expended, even though Grenn's attacks were gradually disorganized, Abel felt frightened. Can an ordinary mercenary regiment leader do that? And why is he keeping a secret?