Mages Are Too OP

Though Old John had more soldiers, they were clamped back and forth and morale dropped dramatically.

And the three Golden Son professionals took the lead, harvesting the lives of their enemies.

In the Cold Arms War, without the involvement of the perpetrators, fighters, or battle priests, were made into hundreds of fierce generals.

They are the pioneers, and every time they kill an enemy, their morale rises and their enemies decline. This is the general's primary role in the battle.

Around five minutes after Hawk joined the battle, the enemy collapsed because of a breakdown in morale.

The first time I saw Little John on the real battlefield, he was completely masked, without the attitude of the previous temperament.

His ears were filled with screams of slaughter, the muffled sound of the long sword cutting off his limbs, or the blunt instrument striking the shield and knocking on the armor when it sounded.

He watched the soldiers around him fall down one by one. He was pale and afraid to move, but nobody came looking for him.

He looked at his father leading a small army that seemed to want to break through, but was blocked by Hawk.

Hawk is strong, stronger than Link.

Link's smooth chop and cyclone chop can only spin five laps.

But Hawk could go ten laps in a row, and his sword was bigger, moving as he turned, flying sandstone, flesh and blood.

Even more extraordinarily, although he was wearing only soft leather armor, the soldiers stabbed him and couldn't even pierce his muscles.

After the rotation, he swept the sword and swept it wide. Two or three soldiers died when the sword went down. After chopping ten people, he began to move around again.

Little John looked at Hawk like a whirlwind and turned around... there were no more soldiers standing next to him.

Finally, he saw his father and Hawk pair up and watched as his father was cut in half by a stroke of Hawk.

Little John looked at his father, who had fallen in blood from afar, and shook a chill, and then he finally woke up and rushed over.

In the process, no enemy has stopped him.

He ran to his father's upper half and fell down on his knees without a soul.

Thanks to the LV2's professional rank, old John the Gun and Chair soldier was more resilient and did not die completely, even as his lower body flew to the other side.

He lay in his blood and saw little John come running over, shaking his right hand up.

Little John grabbed it and looked at his father, whose guts were flowing out of his abdomen, as his face slowly greyed out, tears streamed down.

“Surrender… be patient…" Old John's eyes closed slowly: “Blood… inherited. ”

After the last word, old John closed his eyes completely.

Little John held his father's hand and although he was not born crying, his body was trembling very hard.

When the city owners are dead, the war will come to an end.

Jett came next to Little John, looking at the grieving latter, shaking his head slightly.

In the live room, the players also discussed it.

‘Little John's a little pitiful, his real father died right in front of him. ’

‘He may be smiling in his heart. When his father dies, he is the owner of the city. ’

‘There's no humanity upstairs. ’

‘You talk to these feudal landowners about humanity? If they had humanity, there would not have been so many beggars in the city, nor would there have been a violent quest for the pier and the eviction of Hawk and others. ’

‘I agree, sin is just what it deserves. You can't let anybody bully you, just give it all up. ’

‘Humanity, I don't understand these things. I just feel like these soldiers are delicious. They die in less than half an hour. ’

‘In war, the pros have too much advantage. I estimate that five LV5, reasonably equipped squadrons, could positively counteract hundreds of regular troops. ’

‘Don't be too arrogant, Holevon is a new village, weaker in all countries. There are many powerful countries out there, such as France, whose army has a much larger number of professionals than Holeyweyne. What else is a desert kingdom like Urganda, where everyone is a soldier and the number of professionals in the army is likely to reach 10 per cent? As far away as the Frost Star Kingdom is concerned, there is a mysteriously powerful Frost Wolf clan who was born a professional. They worship the Winter Wolf god, and the Winter Wolf Virgin has been told that her reign is legendary. ’

‘What's the status upstairs? The head is right. ’

‘Speaker ID is Shuck... this is not the founder of the F6 Guild! ’

‘I go, now the only president of the Guild in the game. He's a big man, excuse me. ’

‘Well, let's just say, the goddess sees me handsome, she's just giving me a bite to eat. ’

‘Cut! Why do these big men love stinking beauty? Principal Huang also said he was handsome. ’

‘Stinky is better than tall, looking at people with your nose. ’

‘That's true. ’

Even looking at this rather bloody sad picture, the atmosphere in the broadcast room is still sand sculpted. For most players, even if the world is more real, their sense of identity and proxy is still not too high.

Little John held his father's body and felt that the latter had become cold.

It's freezing in my heart.

At this time, the sound of the battlefield suddenly became much quieter, and the shouting was already minimal.

Most of the soldiers had dropped their weapons and squatted down with their heads in their arms.

Only a small number of highly loyal soldiers did not suffer.

Hawk dragged the sword to Little John and looked down at him and said, "What are you going to do next? ”

Little John raised his head with a slight irony in his grieving face: "Aren't you trying to kill me? Why are you asking so many questions? ”

Hawk laughed, because his body, strong as an animal, and his flesh all over his face, looked quite stubborn: "Depending on what you said, we'll decide your life and death. ”

Little John put his father's body carefully on the ground, and he slowly stood up and said, "Ask. ”

Hawk looked around and no one was resisting: "Would you like to be a puppet? ”

Little John looked around and the living soldiers were brutally chased together by the beggars, and the streets were full of human limbs or corpses, and some soldiers who were not yet dead slept on the ground, groaning painfully, and Reverend Jett was doing everything he could to rescue those who were dying, whether they were enemies or not.

While this is a noble aspect of some humanity, it's more because… saving lives can be an experience.

Ninety percent of Del Bonne's men are here… Little John retreats his gaze and looks bitterly at Hawk: “Do I have the right to refuse? ”

“Yes.”

“At the cost of death? ”

Hawk nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Little John asked, "What are you going to do with the maid in the castle and my mother and sister? ”

“They leave if they want to, they stay. We will not do anything to limit them, provided, of course, that they do not come to mess with us and remain quiet and quiet as their own ladies and grandmothers. “

“Your soldiers will agree?” Little John's face is obviously ironic: “If the city doesn't open, it's weird that they don't rebel. ”

Hawk grinned and said with disdain: "Do not train our Golden Son against the militias of your noble lords. ”