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

Zhao Mai raised his empty left hand, and the spell muttered from his mouth. Natural force floated into the ears of the horses with his command, and then suddenly exploded, turning into a lion's roar that only horses could hear. The frightened horse suddenly stood up, neighed in unison, kicked its front legs, and threw all the knights behind them off.

The sound of their fall was like a potato bag, and their internal organs and ribs clearly made a thumping sound. What squeezed out of their lungs was a yelling of oh-ho. "Get out," Zhao Mai shouted to them: "Don't come over and seek death!"

These mountain people have long become robbers, how could they listen to the unpleasant advice? "Why are we going hungry?" 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.

"I can't reason with these people." Savre said this to Zhao Mai, took a few steps forward, and put the long sword under his armpit with both hands. When the enemy approached, he took the front half and suddenly stabbed out.

It is not the kind of straight stab that uses a spear, but a quick slash of a certain arc. The mountain people tried to block it with the weapon in their hands, but they would fail every time. Zhao Mai observed that Safre used the angle changes of his wrist and elbows to make the long knife move approximately spiral, often bypassing the upper body area he was originally aimed at, and most of them hit the opponent's thigh or knee.

Regardless of whether he hits or not, Savre will immediately take a step back to one and a half steps, continue to keep a distance, and then look for the next opportunity to take action. His weapons are longer than everyone, so this advantage must be used well. One-on-one battle requires courage, and when one-on-many, first of all, don’t lose mobility. The principle that two fists cannot beat four hands is already old, and the key to winning a melee lies in the use of space and the efficiency of combat.

He did not kill anyone, but kept seriously injured his opponent. He was not greedy for merit, but he would not give up on the fighter because he was too cautious. Zhao Mai only watched for a while and learned a lot from him.

Just as I was looking at Savre, I didn't notice a few cold arrows flying over, hitting Zhao Mai's body with two bangs, and then bounced away by magic armor. These sharpened wooden arrows lost their meaning when they hit real armor, let alone a good magic armor. However, even if they were not injured, they would have a little pain in their chest. Besides, who can guarantee that these arrows will not shoot towards their eyes next time?

"Go!" Zhao Mai pointed to the left, and the reserve grain was howling and rushed out. It would go around to the side, and then seize the opportunity to attack the enemy with Zhao Mai. A wild man wearing a broken cloak and wielding an axe rushed up screaming, followed by three accomplices. There was no surround, no attack, and no cooperation tactics, so he directly chose the shortest distance to kill him.

Zhao Mai glanced at the ground, then used a spiritual remote control ring to move a piece of branch in the bonfire over. He suddenly sucked on his feet, causing him to stagger. Then the hunter's blood spear spear spear came out like a dragon and poked it over while he fell. The axe hand was still busy preparing to prevent falling, and could no longer react to Zhao Mai's attack, so he just watched the spear tip approach.

He just poked a small hole in his neck, but it could have caused a terrible bloody effect. The hunter's blood spear was designed for bloodletting. The magic spear tip could turn the small wound into a fatal trauma. In just two seconds, a large pool of blood had already been added to the ground, and the axe hand fell inside, covering his neck in vain, leaving only the ability to twitch from time to time.

Zhao Mai just glanced at it and immediately charged towards the next enemy. Because the person in front fell too quickly, the person behind did not understand what was going on. He just saw a white light and then felt a chill in his chest.

The hunter's blood spear is inserted and pulled out at the critical point, which means a certain death. These attackers are also wearing armor, mostly leather armor, broken chain armor, or simply hanging an iron plate on their chest. If they are lucky, they can still play a certain protective role. However, they are not lucky and encounter magic weapons from another world, and are also top collections of the Witch King.

Thick leather armor penetrates; jingle chain armor penetrates; the whole pig iron plate is penetrated without accident. "Don't come up and die, don't come up and die." Every time Zhao Mai put down one person, he would say this to the rest of the people.

The enemies continued to come. Don’t they know that this was a waste of life? Zhao Mai saw madness in their eyes, but what kind of madness could make them choose to give their lives in vain? At this moment, cheering sounds came from the place where the cavalry fought, followed by the painful neighing of war horses. Then, Bolong covered his abdomen with his hands, and blood came out from his fingers. His long sword was gone wherever he was, and now he only had a slightly bent dagger in his hand.

Following him was Sir Rodlick, his wounds were on his head and legs, so he walked shaking. "Saver, stop the mountain people, I'll go and pick them up!" The wandering warrior nodded, changing his precise, labor-saving and efficient movements, he suddenly became wide open and closed, with a howling sound of wind. A refined sword of one and a half meters long can easily cut off wooden weapons such as spears, so Saver quickly forced many mountain people away.

Zhao Mai rushed forward two steps and suddenly stopped again. Behind Sir Rodlick, a huge figure turned out from the thick fog and the rocks. It was a deformed giant, nearly three meters tall, with muscles on the right half swelling, blue veins swelling, and half of the tree trunk in his hand as a weapon. The other half was ordinary, and even looked a little thin in comparison. Compared with his body, its head seemed very small, with only one eye that could only be used, and the other was covered by a tumor raised on the eyebrow bone. Its rolling and meaningless grunt sounded like a sleep talk.

Seeing it joining the battlefield, the mountain people cheered and shouted: "Giant! Giant! Giant!" The giant hummed and laughed twice, bent his knees hard, and then jumped up suddenly! It rushed forward more than five meters away, and the giant wooden stick in his hand shot down at Sir Rodlick's head!

Bolon was closest to him. He ran and looked back. Seeing this scene, he swung his hand back and threw the dagger directly onto the Jazz's feet. Rodlick wailed and fell to the ground. He thought he was dead, but the wooden stick just swung over his head and did not hit it.

However, he had no ability to move and would die sooner or later! The jazz struggled to turn over, looked up at the ugly giant, and held the sword in his hand tightly. "Come on, you damn monster! Come and fight me!" He made up his mind that when the monster attacked, he would cut the other party's wrist with all his might and try to make it disabled.
Chapter completed!