Shaman from Afar

When thunderous shouts rang through the battlefield, the barracks near the riverbank at the other end were a different scene.

No uniform footsteps of soldiers, no curse of knights and officers, no horse hissing and noisy wheels passing by ... Quiet barracks, quiet like a dead city.

The motionless dark-haired wizard looked into the direction of the battlefield and looked at the Horn Castle floating city hovering above the Jewel River.

After the war begins, the empire ’s few remaining fleets will be loaded with pyrotechnics and alchemy bombs to launch a suicide attack on the Azores ’warships; the floating city that follows will be responsible for the tail sweep, while covering a small warship through the fire , Arrived outside the city of Ebden, from the drainage pipe at the estuary into the underground passage.

The plan is very simple, similar to suicide, and you can guess the enemy will be ambushed with your heels ... but it is the only way to pass more than 20 people through the battlefield full of soldiers without being discovered. .

This is a battle destined to be unable to look back. The plan made does not contain the option of retreat. When the enemy ’s internal deployment is not clear, it is impossible to formulate a plan to retreat. Everything can only be "random".

At one quarter of an hour, the boat responsible for the response arrived at the shore, and the black-haired wizard who turned around looked at the team behind him who had already been prepared. The faces with completely different expressions on them were really moving.

Apart from Tutor Dalton and Master Albert, everyone in the remaining wizards is expressing the same emotional fear with completely different expressions.

Every recruit on the battlefield will have it, ordinary to the extreme fear.

Factually speaking, this is really inevitable. For almost most wizards, war and battle should be something that they cannot encounter in their lifetime. Mastering the power of the void does not need to kill people, let alone personally. Take a knife to kill.

The three wizard veterans are slightly better, and can see that it is just a simple physiological reaction; while the other four senior mentors have simply fallen deeply into the fear of "frightening themselves", with colorful reflections in their pupils.

The flags all over the body are really hard to believe that they can come back alive ... well, maybe they do n’t even believe them themselves.

Secretly sighed, and the dark-haired wizard took a deep breath.

"Although I feel a little late every time I say this, but ..."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!!!!"

The demon hunters responded with a uniform roar, and the elves and dancers who collectively changed into warriors were solemn and nodded slightly; their faces were paler than the wizards, and nodded.

This little team that was temporarily formed finally has a little atmosphere that can be called "morale" and "cohesion".

"Do you want to quit?"

The dark-haired wizard spoke again lightly.

This time there was no response, and even the most trembling wizard squeezed his mouth tightly, clenched his trembling fists to keep himself calm, and would not cry out.

"Very good, great."

Nodded, Loren turned around, and kept applauding to the crowd behind him: "Because it's too late even if you want to quit, so ... let's go."

"Then try to come back alive!"

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"In the name of survival, the warriors draw their swords to meet the enemy !!!"

"For the sake of His Majesty Brandon II, long live the Sacran Empire !!!!!!"

The roar that shook the sky blew at the same time under the dome, declaring the beginning of the battle for Ebden.

Almost as soon as the horn sounded, countless dazzling lights had ruled the sky above.

The bright light sword and the launcher dragging the tail flame, the beam of light across the sky, the burning stone of the flaming flame, the iron crossbow arrow that turned into the shadow torn the air, the oil tank that rolled and scattered in the sky ... than the sun shines Ten times the light shone down, so countless soldiers could not help bowing their eyes.

The next second is the sound that makes the whole world quiet.

"Boom !!!"

The golden-red sparks and dazzling light burst at the forefront of the military formations on both sides. The roaring flames and the flash of light turned the solid earth into a random kneading toy, constantly changing its shape.

The terrifying air wave is like a scythe of death, sweeping every seemingly indestructible front with the rolling fire and gravel, the earth at the foot becomes an uneasy water surface, rolling up a terrifying "giant wave", resisting every negative corner The soldiers swallowed up.

Earth and hell, only in a moment!

There is no room for dodge at all ... The flash of light across the sky even made Milassis and the other two dragons have to climb to a higher sky to avoid, overlooking the battlefield under the clouds constantly shining "spots".

The original tactics of fighting against the enemy were completely defeated. The troops of the two sides were arrogant and stepped into the battlefield violently. One minute after the explosion began, the "competent" giants withdrew into their positions, and they did not dare to take another half step.

When he saw his robe and a hundred team followed by a hundred team "disappeared" in the sea of ​​fire, even the least fearful of fighters, did not have the courage to step into this hell.

All tactics, plans, arrangements and preparations are completely burned in this "burning hell"; no matter what the Empire or the Azores can do, they can only throw more deaths to the enemy, Let the enemy die faster than himself.

Pillars of fire rose from the sky, and the roaring iron crossbow arrows tore the heat of the turbulent air, and the beams of light shone to the earth ... between the explosion and the screams, the roaring and the torn flesh, the hot air Here, the battlefields were wiped out one after another.

For this decisive battle, the empire invested almost twenty-five bright lightsabers, almost thirty weighted trebuchets strengthened by dwarves and alchemists, and nearly a hundred torques using Silver Helmet technology. Heavy ballista ... And the Azores on the other side did almost the same thing.

Regardless of the consequences, both parties will invest all the capital they can withdraw into this one-time destiny battle, and look forward to weakening the opponents before the war as much as possible ... The Empire and Asia who do not know the consequences of doing so The Elves of Saul jointly turned the battlefield into a burning purgatory!

They succeeded ... in a sense, but they were too successful, because they only need to continue to "persist" in this way, without having to make direct contact with the enemy, just throwing weapons can send all the enemies to hell.

"... there is no such good thing."

Stared at the burning battlefield, listening to the little wizard who whispered to himself from behind the imperial knights.

Hell-like scenes in front of everyone made everyone stunned. This picture is almost unheard of in their life. Even if it is the legendary "sage" Brandon I ’s Battle of the Blood Skeleton, there is no description of "The sea of ​​fire falls from the sky." Only the knights and warriors laid down their magnificent charge.

Many noble knights even felt that the ballads and long poems that were well-known in the past had become so pale and weak in front of this scene that they could not even describe them at all.

Only the little wizard knows himself, so regardless of the consequences and costs, it is impossible to persevere through the heavy rain.

Only half an hour has passed since the start of the war, and half of the torsion ballistas have been scrapped. Some of them have been blown up, and some of them have failed due to overuse or operational errors. Most of them have become unusable;

Twenty-five Jiaoguangsabers have ten remaining ones that can continue to be used, not because they were destroyed or self-destructed, but because there was a serious shortage of wizards who could operate; even if all the wizards and apprentices who arrived on the battlefield were gathered together, it was just Barely able to gather the manpower for manipulation, not enough manpower for shifts;

The only counterweight catapult that has been supported until now has been replaced by three shifts of staff, and it can barely be maintained, but it can not be maintained for too long ... It takes months of fuel, stone, iron crossbows ... All the supplies are less than an hour away It took more than a third!

And this is because only one-third of the people who carried it were up and down, and the remaining two-thirds were still in the barracks of the military barracks. Even Ain himself did not expect that squandering can be so fast!

Although it looks terrible, like trying to blow the other party to ashes; in fact, the two sides are constantly using various weapons to destroy the enemy's various defenses, especially things like traps, trenches and refusing horses; And set fire to destroy the enemy's projected weapons.

The real killings did not cause too many casualties after the withdrawal of each other into the position except for the first quarter of an hour. Of course, it was impossible at all ...

In addition to the Isaac ’s prototype of the bright lightsaber, most of the projectile weapons have very limited lethality, and those with great power have various hidden dangers such as self-detonation ... so it seems that the bombardment, the destructive bombardment, can really The casualties caused are far less terrifying than they seem.

And even this seemingly terrifying momentum is about to end at least the power of projecting weapons at the moment, and this step is already the limit.

Of course, this is just for now. One day, war will change their appearance because of them, swallow everything with steel and flame ...

"One thousand steps, aim at the enemy's front!"

"The magic circle starts, and finally counts down! Five, four, three, two, one ..."

"The launcher is activated, and the magic circle begins to recharge the" light sword "!"

"Adjust the angle, prepare the firing hand, aim!"

"Ready to go, all are on standby!"

Looking at the ten bright lightsabers left behind, the little wizard with his mouth tightly waved his flag:

"Boom !!!"

The beam of light rising from the sky rolled up and the heat wave rushed to the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

When the dazzling light was gone, what was reflected in Brandon DeSalem's sight was the same fiery red color as his pupil.

"The Hall, Your Majesty ..."

Edward, the night watchman standing behind Brandon, with a trace of trembling in his voice, the scale and cruelty of the war was far beyond the limit of his imagination:

"Your Majesty also invites you to move backwards a little bit. It is still too close to the battlefield; the enemy's projected weapons have not shown signs of complete stop. In this case, even Milasis cannot protect your security ..."

Before he finished speaking, Brandon suddenly turned back suddenly raised his right index finger, blocking his front.

"Hush"

With a playful expression, Brandon raised his lips and looked at his stunned, forehead full of cold sweat, the night watchman leader: "Relax, Edward, take a deep breath, then relax."

"Take a deep breath, smell the fresh, charred smell of the earth, don't be so nervous ... The picture in front of you is just a dessert for this feast, not even appetizers and front soup."

"If this is the case, the 100,000 troops in front of us can all see clearly. So even if a fireball hits it directly, I have to smile and face it ... understand?"

The vigorous lip-tight night watchman trembled and nodded, pushing Brandon's index finger away quietly.

Smiling Brandon turned his gaze back to the battlefield, his left hand on the back waist clenched with the flashing pupils. Even with too much force, the muscles started shaking uncontrollably.

Said not to be afraid that was a lie ... Of course he was afraid, and he was even afraid of dying!

In the past wars, Brandon almost kept himself in the safest place nearby. At least, he must be protected by tens of thousands of troops to ensure absolute foolproof conditions before he can win the game calmly and calmly ... It was the first time he wanted to be so afraid of death.

For victory ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ For status ... I can become a real emperor, and trample under the feet of those guys who look down on themselves and fight against themselves for ten million times. He cannot run away, let alone have Any timid behavior.

Only the emperor who stood with the soldiers was the emperor who could get the loyalty of the soldiers. From the great conquest of Eckhart I, to the sage Brandon I who was not very good at fighting.

Yes, even his own father, Eckhardt II, who knows everything and omnipotence, is no exception.

"Edward."

"Ah ... in!"

"Submit the order and let the fleet on the Gem River attack immediately." Brandon calmly said, but the speed of the speech became fast: "Don't leave any backhands, and the entire line of attacks hit the enemy by surprise!"

"But, Your Highness, our projective weapons have not destroyed all of the enemy. If you send a fleet now, you will probably hurt ..."

"It's because they haven't beaten them yet, so they must be dispatched immediately. Otherwise, it will be too easy to expose the target when it is time to catch up with the enemy. If they are dispatched, they can still be regarded as lonely or I can't swallow it some type of!"

Brandon's eyes widened and he turned to glance at the night watchman: "Remember, the first rule of deception is to let the fooled fool think that he has taken advantage of them, and they will obediently do what you think; even if you pay As long as the entire fleet can send Loren out of the city, it will be our victory, understand? "

"……Yes."