Putting aside the lich, although a spellcaster's physical fitness is much better than a purely ordinary person, he cannot reach the level of a warrior of the same energy level. Therefore, after such an unparalleled impact, the great mage Anthony quickly lost his vital signs after a brief struggle.

Dead cleanly.

It is worth mentioning that in this brief interlaced period, Caesar suffered a blow that was several times more fierce than before, and his already recovered body was once again covered with scars in an instant.

There is no way. Although his power and speed response has been greatly improved under the action of hormones, his defense ability has not changed much. After all, hormones are not fantasy items, and there is no way for Caesar to make a breakthrough in an instant and cross a large realm invincible way.

A situation of different things in Caesar does not exist. To be honest, the black dragon is not much stronger than before. He just took advantage of the other party's judgment error caused by information updates, and seized the opportunity in one fell swoop, so he won such a result.

In other words, Caesar could not kill the great wizard Anthony when the other party knew enough and was vigilant.

Because he touched the opponent's pain point - the mage was the most important part of the army, the Knights' attack that followed caused quite heavy damage to Caesar.

But these are no longer important. The mage is dead, and Caesar has won the most fruitful results of this battle, and he has no nostalgia for the rest.

What's more, through the feedback from his body, Black Dragon knew that he seemed to be stronger now, but the actual situation was not optimistic, and he would lose his chain at some point.

The hormones made him feel excited, but this did not mean that Caesar had lost his mind. After a brief analysis, the guy turned around and ran away. He first used his powerful force to rush out of the encirclement of the cavalry, and then assisted dozens of meters like a plane taking off, flapping his wings and heading out to the sky.

...

At the same time, the attack on the front battlefield had already ended. The orcs attacked the crossbows without fear of death. Finally, after paying the price of the lives of nearly thirty soldiers, they finally destroyed all the crossbows.

Putting aside subjective intentions, it is not easy for them to get such results in an elite regular army. The reason why they can be so smooth is mainly because of the great wizard Sff. The casters and knights of the human garrison were all withdrawn and transferred. The black dragon attracted most of their strength, and for the sudden appearance of orc wizards, they lost most of the countermeasures.

The orcs followed the Black Dragon's advice. Even if they had the ability to further expand the results of the battle, they were not blinded by the immediate interests. After completing the task, they quickly began to retreat to avoid being surrounded by another Roy's troops.

It turned out that Caesar was right. Less than fifteen minutes after the Stone Clan evacuated, Roy had already led his people to return to the base from another direction.

When Roy saw a messy battlefield for the first time, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"What's going on?"

He had a gloomy face. Although no one present was more annoyed than him. Even though Roy was so angry that he was almost crazy, he still had to keep his calmness without showing his emotions.

He is the backbone of the army. If he even goes crazy at this time, insults and whips soldiers to vent his anger, then the army will be completely destroyed. In the eyes of the entourage, those actions are almost equivalent to declaring the failure of the war.

Roy would never do that.

"grown ups."

The soldier closest to Roy knelt on one knee with a sword on his knees. His long sword with both hands had been rolled and his hands were lacerated. He obviously experienced an extremely difficult and high-intensity battle, and he fought bloodily: "The orc clan attacked our resident and destroyed the bed crossbow."

Sweat in the soldier's helmet is still falling, his cheeks are red and ashamed.

"Did they destroy the crossbow?"

Roy's hand, holding behind him, tightened his eyes, swept over the pile of broken copper and iron in the corner, his face illuminated and bleak: "Then why are you still alive?"

"A spellcaster came among them, Lord."

The soldier's head was even lower: "That was a great wizard. Even if we gave our lives, we could not stop him."

"A bad excuse, as a legion of the Brando family, you have no reason to be defeated by such an orc clan."

Roy signaled the soldiers in front of him to get up first and stared at the silent soldiers behind him: "I feel ashamed of this result. If you encounter an orc again, you know what you should do."

Is there another time?

Roy didn't know, but he still had to say what he should say, but in this situation, he could never sprinkle salt on the wounds of these soldiers, otherwise once the morale fell to freezing point, whether they could successfully withdraw from the wilderness would become unknown.

“How long has the battle lasted?”

Roy walked forward a few steps, squatted down in front of the broken iron, holding the parts of the crossbow chiseled in his hand and playing with it.

"In less than ten minutes." The guards following him immediately replied.

It's so crazy!

The young nobleman's heart was beating. He knew very well the combat effectiveness of his troops. Although the troops left behind were less than 300 garrisons, it was not something that the orc tribe could solve within ten minutes.

This is almost a difficult task to accomplish.

The purpose of the orc was to bed crossbow. However, before leaving, he specifically reminded the soldiers to guard the crossbow chariots. He believed his subordinates without reservation. He knew without asking that the left-behind soldiers had never let go of water at that time and would do their best to protect these weapons.

However, in this case, the orcs still completed their target in just ten minutes, destroyed all the crossbows, and successfully evacuated.

There is only one possibility to do this.

Based on the reports, battlefield traces and magical remnants, Roy was almost certain that the old wizard of the Stone Crow clan even tried to squeeze out his physical potential at all costs and cast spell attacks by overdrawing his life in order to complete the task.

Apart from madness, what other words can be used to describe it?

That old guy hadn't had a few years of life, but he was still working so hard at this time, and he was simply desperate.

If it weren't for this old man's life overdrawn, even if his soldiers were defeated, they could have delayed at least ten to fifteen minutes, or even longer until they returned to complete the counter-encirclement.

Roy had never expected that the Stone Crow clan would do this.

"etc!"

The young nobleman thought, suddenly his mind changed and stood up from the ground: "Why haven't the cavalry troops come back yet?"

It is difficult for humans to maintain such a long battle. If their cavalry troops had continued to hunt down the black dragon until now, they would have been exhausted.

Wayne is not that stupid yet. Whether or not they give up the pursuit, they should have returned at this time. Why is it still missing?

Unless this army is in trouble.

Roy had a premonition that something was wrong and took one out of a pile of crystals in the lining of the gray shirt.

This is a disposable magic item, very common in Eladia and widely used, containing mana injected by the caster Anthony.

After it is broken, it can resonate with crystals containing homologous mana, transmit sound and images, and is widely used in remote communication.

Roy squeezed the crystal hard.
Chapter completed!