The soldiers didn’t hold back, giving their best. Their mana was limited and the mercenaries were not weak, and they couldn’t afford to hold back as they had been doing.
More importantly, although it would be risky to have less mana in case more enemies arrived, they couldn’t risk the women! These people had to be taken care of immediately!
At this time, the mercenaries had every equipment they had out to defend themselves. They were gritting their teeth in anger, glaring at them, but at this time they couldn’t do anything else but to shield themselves.
Of course, even if they were in pain and bloodied, the mercenaries were definitely not easy to take down even just by virtue of their levels and the decent equipment that they had.
They even managed to shakily stand up even when their ankles had been stabbed, showing that higher-level individuals really had different bodies from the rest of them.
Spears and swords sent slash after slash, but they were mostly blocked by the enemies’ weapons and shields. Those with elements immediately sent a barrage of attacks, while the fire users focused on the aborigines’ heads—which did not have any helmet of sorts at all—attacking at hard-to-defend angles.
The men struggled desperately while they were being roasted, even managing to nick a few soldiers with their swords and spears. However, the soldiers were relentless as if they didn’t feel any pain, leaving the mercenaries with no choice but to focus on guarding themselves—inevitably receiving a lot of damage head-on regardless of level or equipment.
Clank!
Bang!
"AH!"
"ORCSHIITTT!"
CRACK!
Soon, their defense equipment broke and they screamed in anger as more and more of the attacks began to damage them directly.
It was all good until this point, but how long could elementalists who had just upgraded keep up with this pace?
When Ken’s mana started to falter, one of the level 15 mercenaries—now with 2nd degree burns—immediately took the chance and lunged at him. Even when the man was limping, burned, and bloodied, he was strong and fast enough to catch them off guard.
Ken gasped as a quick fist met his face and Benny beside him caught his arm, jumping to kick the mercenary away while keeping his teammate from being thrown out.
It had only managed to kick the mercenary by a meter or so, however. The aborigine recovered quickly and—yelling at the top of his lungs—went berserk on them.
The opening allowed another to escape the barrage and attack the nearby enemies, breaking their formation.
Ken and the others immediately took them on, starting a rather intense brawl that would cause people to get thrown right at the walls.
Bang! Bang!
However, the soldiers were also given defense equipment, and they stood up even after they were stepped on and thrown to the walls by the strong aborigine.
This made the mercenary, who was incredibly annoyed in pain, even more annoyed!
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