"Reporting commander, charging is complete." A shaman wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The commander nodded: "Very well done, continue to fill the second. The guy on the opposite side can defeat our army's three thousand vanguards by one person. There must be some means to prevent our magic items from hitting the first. If it can be hit, or if it can't be killed, one more magic container will be used as a spare."

"Yes!" The shamans continued to work. Just now the big closet-like magic container had absorbed the magic power of dozens of shamans, so I had to replace it with a batch of shamans and continue to fill the second magic container with magic power. .

The commander in chief turned to the outside of the city, waved his hand to the lieutenant commanding the physical forces outside the city, and said loudly: "Test your opponent to see if his fairy wind and cloud physical technique can really avoid all physical attacks."

The lieutenant nodded. He was now riding on a camel, behind him were five hundred elite Mamluk cavalry.

He raised his scimitar high and said loudly: "The first team, come with me! Ride along to Robert and rush over, enter the throwing range, immediately throw the throwing axe, regardless of whether it hits or not, immediately Go back."

"Oh!" The Mamluks replaced "yes" with a roar.

"Go!"

The lieutenant, a camel, led the team and rushed out, followed by five hundred elite Mamluks.

Five hundred horses charge, and the momentum is quite big, especially their target is just one person.

This scene surprised the little nobles who were watching the game later, but they immediately thought that Godfather would have no problem playing three thousand people. What's so scary about these five hundred people?

Baron Noren deliberately picked up a piece of cake with a very slow motion and sent it to his mouth. The technique is steady and not swayed at all, so as to express his grace and calmness. Look, this nobleman smiles at the enemy's army ahead, but his mentality is so calm, so calm, and full of nobles. You scumbags, don't you come to worship me?

Robb didn’t care about the five-hundred cavalry charge. He continued to walk forward slowly. While walking, he said with the "sound of nature": "Listen to the enemy in front, and retreat immediately. If you don’t run away, it’s too late. Don’t I said it was not foreseeable."

After one sentence, the five-hundred Mamluk cavalry had come not far ahead. The cavalry in the front row backhanded to their backs neatly and uniformly, drew out two throwing axes, and then raised their hands together. The two throwing axes were like " In "Kung Fu", the masters of the axe gang threw it out, spinning while flying towards Robb.

After throwing out the throwing axe, the cavalry in the front row drew horizontally to both sides, and the cavalry behind rushed up, and at the same time drew the axe and throwing the axe in one go.

Five hundred cavalrymen were just a few dozen yards in front of Robb, and they turned to both sides at the same time. The thousand throwing axes flew towards Robb one after another, wave after wave.

Of course, no one believes that these throwing axes can kill Robb, even the most arrogant soldiers of the Desert Kingdom dare not think so naively, because Robert defeated the three thousand pioneers alone, and dare to challenge him alone. Ten thousand main force is impossible without real ability.

Everyone just wanted to see what method this person would use to deal with these throwing axes.

The fastest axe reached Robb’s front face in a blink of an eye. The axe blade turned around at this moment and slashed against Robb’s face. However, it seemed to have struck a hole. Ying, brushing the ground, passed through Robb's face, flew out from the back of his head, and then continued to fly back far away, falling to the ground sullenly.

Miss!

Then, a continuous throwing axe, a thousand, passed through him continuously!

Miss! Miss! Miss!

The word Miss, which only Robb could see, kept jumping up, and hundreds of throwing axes passed through him and fell on the ground behind him.

The army of the Desert Kingdom was taken aback. Although they had heard that the "Fairy Wind and Cloud Body Art" could evade all physical attacks, they still felt quite shocked when they saw it with their own eyes.

However, they were so shocked that they saw a throwing axe cut into Robb's chest with a "poof", this time it did not penetrate through it, but actually hit it.

It turns out that the evasion set in the game has a limit. No matter how many monsters are in level than Robb, they will have a 1% hit rate when attacking Robb. Thousands of throwing axes will always have a hit rate. Such a lucky guy or two can hit Robb with a 1% shooting rate.

This is like a thousand players playing a game. Although most of them are "Africans", there will always be a few "Europeans".

This throwing axe should come from a "European Mamluk", it's hit!

The army of the desert kingdom suddenly cheered, and even the commander on the top of the city nodded in relief, and smiled: "It turns out that you don't have to kill him in a place where there is no water. As long as the attack frequency is high enough, there will always be someone. Can hit him."

The assassin leader who was escorted to watch the battle saw this scene and couldn't help but squinted at the female assassin Sofa next to him, and whispered: "Obviously, it can be hit."

Sofa said with a bitter face: "It seems that my face is too dark. If I can be as lucky as this Mamluk, I can successfully wipe his neck."

The assassin leader sighed: "I knew you were so dark, we should send someone else to wipe his neck."

At this time, the people in the Desert Kingdom had discovered that something was wrong with the throwing axe. It didn't cut into Robb's chest at all, and was blocked by the skin of the family. Although he made a puff just now, it seemed to be painful, but Robb's chest was actually bounced away easily.

Hp-1

The automatic reply is full.

"This guy has body stone skin magic added to his body!" a shaman called: "It can't be wrong, it must be body stone skin."

A warrior shouted, "I think it might be our warrior's skill, shield wall."

The general said angrily: "Shut up, it doesn't matter what, we just need to know that physical attacks are hard to hit him, even if it hits, it's hard to hurt him. That's enough, what kind of skills or magic did the opponent use? , Is there a need to fight? This person really cannot be defeated with a physical attack. It seems that the information returned by the assassin with his life is true."

Just after he said this, the great witch doctor came up from behind and whispered: "Look behind Robert. There are a few people standing there watching the battle. Isn't it our assassin's claim? She is obviously not dead, so use The statement of intelligence returned by life is wrong."

Commander in chief: "Are you a bargainer?"