Only Conte had seen many things and was more stable. He just rolled his eyes and didn't say anything strange.

At the moment when the two caravans were intertwined and crowded into a chaotic formation on the narrow official road.

Suddenly, there was a scream outside: "Ah!"

The sound of the thief was crisp, and it was very close to the cart.

Then, the entourages, guards, and servants on both sides exclaimed: "Arrow! A cold arrow is shot over. Be careful! Protect the young masters."

The man from the royal caravan next to him also yelled: "Quickly, protect the two adults, Gugu and Jiji."

"Enemy attack!"

"Beware of Lengjian, from the hills on both sides...Ah!"

"I hit an arrow in the knee."

There was a quarrel outside, the guards swept the ground and swarmed around the cart, the swords were unsheathed, and then messy footsteps sounded outside, the roar of monsters, the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and the swearing of the guards. The sound of the arrow being blocked by the shield...

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The complexions of the young people in the car changed all of a sudden. Conte was okay. He often helped Baron Nolan **** the sugar caravan recently, but he has seen the world. The other two young people were so scared that their faces changed. The guy named George shouted outside: "What happened?"

A guard shouted outside: "Master George, don't show up. We are surrounded by a large group of goblins and ogres. There is an archer on the opposite side. Please protect yourself."

As soon as George heard this, he was frightened on the spot, and he shrank behind Conte: "Conte, you have to cover me."

The other was not much better than George. He picked up the steel armor placed in the corner of the carriage and covered himself, and then lifted a shield, and the whole person shrank into a ball.

Conte is the most calm of these people. He took up the breastplate and put it on his body. While tying the armor, he said loudly: "Goblins and ogres are not great things. Our guards are enough. Clean them up, don't panic, don't mess around with yourself." He was still very nervous, and his hands trembled slightly when he tied his armor.

At this moment, he suddenly found Robb sitting next to him. He looked as stable as a mountain without fear at all, but he was a little curious: "Brother Robert, are you not afraid?"

Robb gave a "hey", and suddenly remembered his personal settings, and quickly said: "I'm afraid, I'm so scared, I'm so scared that he doesn't even dare to move."

Conte smiled and said, "Aren't you good at wind blade? Goblins for fear? First throw two wind blades out of the town scene. I have seen my uncle's wind blade technique, it is really incredible, just goblins. People, cut it in half in an instant."

"Oh, yes, yes, I know the wind blade technique." Robb pretended to look like he was waking up from a dream: "However, I have to see the enemy outside before I can use the wind blade technique, but once I show up in the window, there will be It might be greeted by a bow and arrow, it's very dangerous."

Conte thought about it, as if it really was like this: "No matter, you hide behind my shield, let's see what's going on outside first."

Conte fastened his breastplate, then took up the shield, put the shield on the window of the car, and then carefully looked out of the car. In order to maintain his personal settings, Robb had to move behind the shield. Look out from the other side of the shield.

I saw chaos on the official road outside, and a large group of goblins were shooting arrows down on the mountain tops on both sides of the official road.

And the guards of Gugu and Jiji, as well as the guards of the dudes, all shrank beside the carriage, using various things to block each other's arrows, while waiting for the opportunity to shoot an arrow back to the mountain!

The arrows flowed in mid-air, and it was so lively. From time to time, someone screamed and frustrated. Fortunately, there was a dark priest in the caravan of gurgling and jiggling. He was constantly milking, milking, milking... those who were shot The injured will not withdraw from the battle, resulting in a major loss of combat power.

Robb could tell at a glance that his side was at a disadvantage. There were not a lot of corms. You could see hundreds of them by swiping without counting, and they occupied a high point. He shot from the mountains on both sides. Shooting down, it is difficult for people on the official road to parry.

He was a little worried about Sofa’s safety, and hurried to find Sofa behind the carriage, but saw her kneeling on the ground, holding a wooden board, and shrinking his slender body behind the wooden board, which had several feather arrows stuck in it. , But she was unscathed, and even looked a little laid-back.

Well, although she was beaten by Robb, she was actually an elite of the desert kingdom, much stronger than the scum guards of the dudes, and she was not on the same level at all. If she was not afraid of revealing her identity, she Jumping into goblins and ogres to drive a matchless is no problem.

What a **** assassin who can't drive Wushuang assassins!

She keenly sensed that someone was looking at her, and looking at her, she found Robb poking his head out of the carriage window to look at her, and quickly made a "no problem" gesture to Robb.

In the next second, she felt that she had an extra BUFF on her body, yes, it was the BUFF that once made all the prisoners of reform through labor abhorred-the blessing of the king!

She understood that Robb was worried about her safety, even if she had already said that it was okay, Robb still felt uneasy, and secretly photographed her a king's blessing.

Feeling the "care" from Robb made her heart tremble a little, then she frowned, cursing that she was too easy to deceive, and settled down, not looking at Robb's side at all.

Conte yelled at Robb: "Brother Robert, let go of the wind blade technique! Don't be in a daze! Your magic is more threatening to the enemies on the hillside than the bow and arrow."

When a bow and arrow shoot at a high enemy from a low place, the power will be weakened due to the drop, but magic does not have this problem. In this kind of low and high places, the magician is much more useful than the archer.

Robb gave an "Oh", pretending to lift up his wooden staff, and chanted a mantra to the window: "Eat grapes but not grape skins. If you don't eat grapes, you will spit out grape skins, black fertilizer will turn ash..."

While chanting a frenzied mantra, I thought in my heart: My magic is so powerful that I can blow it out with just one hand, and it’s easy to be fooled if only these dudes are there. Anyway, they don’t know much, I They don't understand any nonsense. But the convoy of Gu Gu and Ji Ji is right beside me, and I throw a powerful wind blade out here, isn't it an instant help?

Try to control it!

Oh, yes, I can Debuff myself.

Robb slammed a fighter's skill "Intelligence Reduction Strike" on his forehead. The original seven-figure intelligence was reduced by half, but it was not enough. Then he took a picture of the "mental retardation" of a mage. "Skill", the "mind blockade" of a shadow priest, the "modesty" of the paladin, the "weakness" of the warlock...