After the Full Level of the Profession

One witch doctor failed to dispel, the second witch doctor failed to dispel again, and then the third, fourth...

Immediately following a shaman to dispel is invalid, and another shaman to dispel is invalid!

The large group of witch doctor shamans brought by General Jinhuan were like those eating dry food, none of them could successfully disperse them. At this moment, he also understood that the magical power of the bard on the opposite side was far greater than that of any mage on his side. A bard of this level might have reached an epic level.

"My Fack!" General Jinhuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "The situation is not good. If this goes on, our army will be wiped out."

The witch doctor exclaimed: "General, plug your ears. As long as you can't hear the singing, you will not be affected."

"Huh? Right!" General Jinhuan quickly tore a piece of cloth from the cloak, kneaded it into two balls, stuffed it into his ears, and then rushed forward: "I'll put earplugs on them."

He dashed forward, moving extremely fast.

"Charge and Fengfeng..."

A flash of red light flashed, and General Jinhuan was at the back of the army in an instant. Sure enough, blocking his ears would not be affected by the opponent's singing. He blocked the ears of the last soldier in the battle with rapid speed.

The soldier was finally able to stop dancing, still uncertain in his heart, General Jinhuan pointed to the strip of cloth in his ear, pointed to his ear, and then pointed to the soldiers dancing next to him.

The soldier who was rescued immediately understood, and quickly tore off two **** of cloth from his cloak, blocking the ears of a dancing comrade next to him.

So, one saves two, two saves four, four saves eight, eight saves sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two...

The army of the desert kingdom rescued itself from back to front at a rapid speed.

However, no matter how fast they are saved, it will not be too late to save everyone. After all, the skeleton soldiers will not watch them save people and do nothing.

A skeleton soldier leaped high and yelled "Kacha!" in midair, a flying leg kicked a Mamluk cavalry from the camel.

The cavalry fell to the ground and was still dancing while lying on the ground.

A few skeleton soldiers rushed up and beaten up. Then they carried it and ran into the town of Westwind, ran into the town gate, threw the cavalry into the gate, and then a Templar knight walked over and stretched out his foot to trample on the cavalry. Live, then raised his head to face Robb sitting on the town wall and laughed: "Father, I caught a reform-through-labor prisoner."

Robb nodded and said, "Very well, take good care of it. The large-scale spring ploughing in our town has fallen on these prisoners of reform through labor."

At this time, the army of the Desert Kingdom was still desperately trying to save themselves, but the Mamluk cavalry in front was constantly kicked off by the skeleton soldiers, beat them up, and then carried them up and threw them into the town.

When the army of the desert kingdom finally finished saving themselves, when all the soldiers stopped dancing. They discovered that the five hundred Mamluks who rushed to the front had all been taken away by the opponent.

The two armies are back in confrontation!

"My Fuck!" General Jinhuan jumped angrily: "What kind of **** play is this?"

The messenger next to him looked dumbfounded: "General, what order did you give? I can't hear it?"

General Jinhuan: "What are you talking about? I can't hear you!"

"Report to the general that our army still has 700 Mamluks and 2,200 scimitar soldiers."

"I can not hear!"

"Send the order to the entire army, retreat a little later and regroup."

"General, I can't hear you!"

The desert kingdom command system is in chaos...

Moreover, they knew that their command system was paralyzed, so they didn't dare to remove the cloth ball from their ears, for fear that they would start dancing as soon as they took it off.

At this time, the fugitive aristocrats and refugees from other villages in the city have already seen some signs.

This Father Robert of Westwind is a bit strong.

A small harp and thousands of skeleton soldiers can play with opponents in the palm of their hands. Moreover, when the enemy is present, he actually catches "re-education through labor criminals", saying that he wants to engage in spring ploughing, which is not enough to describe it. To be precise, it should be extremely arrogant.

Facing the enemy so arrogantly, that of course is a real skill.

No wonder the townspeople of Westwind Town are not under pressure at all. They sit on the wall of the town and watch the theater happily. They are also in the mood to eat potato chips. It seems that we made a fuss.

Several nobles put away their fleeing hearts, and some refugees also came back to watch the battle.

The townsfolk of Westwind took the opportunity to sell their positions, selling fat house happy things, fat house happy water...they were too busy and happy.

Baron Nolen thought about it for a while, and said to his guard: "Call the lady and the young master to watch the show together."

After a while, his family members came over. At this time, only one chair is definitely not enough.

Baron Noon turned his eyes to a small table, and the townspeople who set the table immediately leaned over: "My Lord Baron, do you want to rent a table? A table with four chairs will only charge you ten silver coins in half an hour! The price is absolutely fair."

Of course Baron Noren would not bargain. With a wave of his hand, the money was delivered and the tables and chairs belonged to him.

His family of three sat around the table. Just after they were seated, the townspeople who were selling fat house happy water and fat house happy things rushed over, and the table was filled with snacks in an instant.

With a pair of expensive hands wearing white gloves, the lady of Baroness Nolan gently picked up a piece of vanilla butter cake, looked at the battlefield outside the town with an elegant gesture, and smiled: "This place is really good for fighting. The opera is much more interesting."

Baron Nolen nodded and smiled: "This is the most high-end aristocratic enjoyment."

The people in the town are enjoying, but the people outside the town are uncomfortable.

General Jinhuan is very uncomfortable now, with cloth stuffed in his ears, and the whole army is not obedient. How will this battle be fought? How do you live these days?

However, he did not intend to retreat.

Because he knew one of the most basic truths, that is, the greater the power of magic, the wider the coverage, and the greater the number of people acting, the greater the consumption of magic.

The opponent's "Song of Harmony" covers a very wide range, with more than 3,000 people acting on it. What level of consumption is the consumption of magic power?

Don’t be afraid, the opponent shouldn’t sing for long. Right away, that guy will put down the harp because his magic is exhausted. The moment he puts down the harp, labor and management can reinvigorate the army and give him a reckless past. Look at him. Can the skeleton soldiers stop my army?

General Jin Huan just thought of this when he saw Robb on the town wall put down the harp and stopped playing.

It turned out that Robb wanted to talk, he couldn't care about singing if he wanted to talk, and he couldn't talk only to sing. It was too boring to fight. Moreover, the other party is blocking their ears and singing, isn't that a sand sculpture?