Compared to the somewhat dramatic fights on the first floor of the cabin, the battles on the top floor of the cabin seem much more cruel.

The middle-aged man who stood behind Bosco was actually the only senior warrior in the Bosco family. In fact, it was not just this one. It was just that when Bog took revenge on Tang En because of Bolai's death, he brought a senior warrior and several intermediate warriors to Tang En with a move of "Storm".

However, even if there is only one left, his combat power is extremely strong in the current situation. He did not come to Joshia. The magician's strength is relatively stronger than that of a warrior, so Joshia, who is at the peak of the intermediate level, is almost the same as that of a middle-aged man.

Bosco was naturally aware of this situation, but he was decisive and directly ordered the middle-aged man to fight with more than 30 scouts who rushed up. Similar to the tactics of Shidaji's horse racing, he first let the strong ones on the side solve the weak ones on the other, and then return to the rescue.

Of course, Joshia could see this, but this was exactly in line with her wishes. The scout attack habit was to leave with one blow. Although the middle-aged man was strong enough, he was not strong enough to crush him. It was not easy to get rid of more than thirty scouts here. And more importantly, she also got the opportunity to fight Bosco to the death!

Joshia is not clear about Bosco's strength, and I believe that not many people in the gray-clothed army know it. This is an old fox who has rich experience and often uses his brain to solve problems with force.

However, this is not a problem. After a brief fight, Joshia quickly determined that Bosco's strength was about the peak of the intermediate level. Perhaps he was also a senior warrior before. But after all, he was old and weak, and his strength gradually deteriorated.

Realizing this, even if Joshia wanted to kill the other party and then quickly, she couldn't help but secretly admire her.

It is very simple to say that Bosco's strength will definitely not exceed the advanced level when it is the highest. If the strength of the Douqi warrior is not maintained continuously, the speed of degeneration is amazing. But Bosco is the leader of the clan and is usually plagued by errands, but he can still maintain such combat power. That must be behind the unknown, and he has made unimaginable efforts.

This is a person with great ambitions!

Of course, no matter how Bosco is, Josia undoubtedly has an advantage in today's battle. This is the case...

Above the stage, Joshia held a thin magic shield to occupy the central position, swinging her hand, ice arrows, water entanglement, ice hockey...attack, bound magic was smashed out in one go.

Bosco was a little embarrassed, his luxurious robe was ragged, and there were ice slags hanging on several parts of his body, especially his irregularly folded left arm, which was obviously severely hit and fractured. However, his fighting spirit was extremely strong, holding a one-handed sword in his hand. He kept wandering around the stage, occasionally attacking, but he quickly retreated again.

This is the standard battle scene between warriors and magicians in another world. The magician relies on protecting the magic shield and then opens the distance and then shows an indiscriminate magic bombardment. The best choice that warriors can do is to fight and wait for an opportunity to attack closely. One is to weaken the power of the magic shield, and the other is to interrupt the large magic that needs to be chanted. Then, relying on the killer weapon to explode suddenly, killing the magician in one fell swoop.

There is no doubt that magicians have an absolute advantage in this process. This is also the basic rule of fighting in another world. Unless the strength of the warrior reaches the empty level, this situation will be greatly improved.

What a difficult little guy... When Joshia secretly admired Bosco, Bosco also had a high evaluation of Joshia. There is nothing to say about his own strength. How could a person who is determined to strengthen a big family not care about his own safety? Relying on the protection of others, he always has no ability to feel at ease. The key is Joshia...

In Bosco's opinion, Joshia's identity as a magician is troublesome, but what really shocked him was the other party's determination!

In fact, not long ago, he had an opportunity to break the magic shield, but at the critical moment, Joshia realized something was wrong, so she decisively gave up the magic that had been accumulated for a long time, and then smashed it with a swing of the staff... As a result, the magic staff and his left arm were broken!

The wand was broken, and Joshia could still use magic freely. But when his arm was broken, he had to retreat temporarily. What's even more troublesome is that he is old after all, and his strength can be maintained, but his body can't keep up. Therefore, an explosion like that was actually the only chance...

Time is not enough, it seems that you have to think of other ways... Bosco's eyes flashed, and while keeping himself sprinting at high speed, he suddenly spoke: "Actually, I don't understand. You are a noble magician and you can get enough respect no matter where you go. Why do you have to get into the lowly group of the gray-clothed army?"

Joshia sent out the ice arrow magic in her hand, keeping her pace, always keeping her face facing Bosco, pursing her lips: "Low? Is this your impression of the gray army?"

Bosco's voice was gasping for a while: "Isn't this all nobles, huh... the impression of the gray-clothed army?"

"Maybe, but not me!" Joshia's eyes drooped slightly, and his hands nimblely waved, forming a mysterious gesture, "Actually, you don't know, you never know how courage it takes to walk on the right path!"

The ice hockey suddenly dispersed, "Your vision, including you, is too narrow, so narrow that you can't see anything except yourself and your own family's interests!" Bosco wanted to avoid it, but what followed was a low-level bound magic, "The family, power, and the empire will eventually be destroyed. And reforms, continuous reforms, will eventually be immortal!"

He swung his sword and cut off the tangled water snake. Bang, the ice hockey exploded halfway on Bosco's body. He stepped on the ice slag and shook it a few times, barely maintaining his body's stability. "I have to say, huff... your thoughts were beyond my expectations. I can now be sure that you would be a leader who is more suitable for the gray army than Losha."

"But..." After a pause, Bosco suddenly stopped dodging and smashed the complex low-level magic head-on. Looking behind Joshia, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if he had succeeded in his plan, "This time, I am the winner!"

With the magic shield, he was not afraid of sneak attacks. Seeing this, Joshia turned around and frowned when he saw it... On the side of the giant ship, a large ship was approaching quickly, and the reflection of the white armor could be seen vaguely.

"Do you think I am ambushed so many people? Do you think I have broken all my plans? Do you think I have cut off my retreat? Haha..." Bosco finally couldn't help laughing loudly until now, "Let me tell you, the three hundred soldiers on the ship are just Bran's power. Don't forget, you have offended the Temple of Light! I know that you will definitely send people to the ship to investigate, so I put the Knight of Light on another ship!"

He spread his hands, "Look, it's just a small trick, you're just fooled!"

"That's because we have no choice, and we can't tolerate a traitor like you who live one more day!" Turning his head, Joshia quickly recovered his calmness, with a stronger expression. He brewed low-level magic with one hand, and took out a dagger from his arms with the other hand, and rushed over with crazy steps. "I really want to know how long you can run now, Bosco, old minister!"

Seeing this, Bosco's eyes twitched a few times, and his expression couldn't help but feel bitter. Joshia undoubtedly saw through his biggest weakness, which was his almost exhausted physical strength. In this way, it was hard to say whether he could hold on to the ship... He originally planned to destroy Joshia's will, but now it seems that it has a counterproductive effect. Joshia is going to fight to the death...

It would be fine if a magician wielded his staff to hit someone, but what if he waved a dagger?

He hurriedly jumped off the stage, not caring about his previous plan, and screamed at the middle-aged man who was being pestered by dozens of scouts: "Save me, come and save me..."

...

The ship carrying the Knight of Light is undoubtedly the winner of the fierce battle on the river. But at this time, no one noticed that a single-sail boat was also approaching rapidly on the other side of the giant ship.

Yes, it is insignificant, but because of this, its speed is faster than that of a large ship.

"Damn, I finally caught up!" Tang En sighed with his sore hands and looking up at the sinking giant ship.

He turned around and looked around, "Well, where should I get on the boat... Huh, so polite?" His eyes narrowed, and he quickly locked on the third floor of the giant ship. There was a window without crystal glass there, as if it was deliberately opened for him.

Of course, Tang En didn't know that this was caused by Luke's previous archery attack. He quickly controlled the boat to approach flexibly. Then he kicked his legs and the boat was almost submerged. With this recoil force, Tang En's body instantly rose into the air, stepped on the boat twice, and jumped straight up and down into the third floor window like a trot.

As soon as he got up, Tang En couldn't help but be stunned. Outside the door not far ahead, a familiar figure was nailed there by the air. Because the hull was gradually tilting, it was floating and swinging...

"Uh... Enoke?" Tang En always had a good memory. Even if Enoke reached out to cover half of his face, he was still quickly recognized by him. He shook his head and was speechless, "Crack, it's a big impact this time I'm back!"

After walking a few steps, he paused, looked at the crystal residue on the soles of his feet, looked back at the window, and finally turned his eyes to Enoke's body again, and said thoughtfully, "This kind of arrow...the gray space is coming."

In this way, Tang En sniffed his nose, walked out of the room quickly, looked left and right, the right side was empty, and the left side was close to the stairs, lying on the left, layers of corpses lay down, mostly killed by crossbows, and blood slowly flowed out and penetrated into the gaps on the wooden board.

He reached out and patted Enoke on the shoulder, "I knew you could not emit such a strong smell of blood alone." Since there was a corpse on the stairs on the left, Tang En naturally chose to walk there and find out. But at this moment, a door behind him opened.

"I'm hungry, where are you...I'm fucking hungry..."

Turning his head, he saw a young man wearing a shirt casually, messy hair, biting a thick cigarette in his mouth, and walking out in a vagabond style, looking at each other, touching his nose, "It's you, Borg..."

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Chapter completed!