There is such a saying on the Miracle Continent.

On the battlefield, the only one who can deal with magicians is the magician.

Because the strategic deterrence of magicians is too great, although their attack range is not as far as the archers, they have super-large-range lethality that archers cannot achieve. Especially the large-scale magic array composed of mage legions, the power is even more terrifying - but in this level of war, magicians are not used to kill each other, but to restrain each other.

Therefore, the correct meaning of this sentence on the Miracle Continent is that only magicians can interfere with magicians' magic array on the battlefield.

It is precisely because of this that magicians are the most precious talents on the Miracle Continent. Usually, they can only see magicians appear in wars of a certain weight level. At present, this secret battle between two lords is obviously not enough to reach the scale that requires magicians to take action. Most of the nobles who can have real estate can afford to have one. Although the two magicians are not strong, they are definitely not apprentice level.

As for the real power nobles, there will never be few magicians, but their strengths are high and low. On the contrary, those powerful nobles have different numbers of magicians, some even only one or two, but the strength of these magicians is unparalleled. Basically, one is used as two or three, which is not a big problem.

Asuna has three magicians, all of whom are in the upper position, and they are about the same level as her own rank. They are all able to break through to the lower position gold at any time.

The enemy did not expect that there was a magician in the current war, which was completely beyond everyone's expectations!

A level 4 magical fireball burned more than 30 people. Although it was because of the concentrated number of people, it also proved from the side that the magician's terrible ability on the battlefield. At this moment, the second fireball had already roared out. This time the target of the attack was about 180 meters in front of Cecilia, which was also the place where the arrows were most frequently shot.

After the three fireballs were bombarded, the flames generated were completely enough to burn everything around them. Several human-shaped torches that could not dodge out of the trees and fell down screaming. Cecilia didn't know how many people were killed by the continuous pearl fireball this time, but she thought that with the opponents who were prepared and prepared should not fall so many people like the first time they had just fallen.

Only William, after squinting his eyes and observing the shooting frequency and quantity of arrows, he silently said in his heart: Fifty.

At least fifty people are, few people die and many people are injured.

Cecilia's little face was pale, and the two consecutive beaded fireballs almost exhausted the magic power in her body. William's judgment has always been very accurate. At Cecilia's level, he can only cast the fireballs three times at most, and then he will faint due to the exhaustion of magic power. This is not a good thing for a magician - at least, all magicians on the Miracle Continent think so, only Sean does not.

Cecilia has also tried it. The exhaustion of magic will indeed cause a stronger reaction than the hangover, but it will also stimulate the growth of magic and mental power. Although it is slow, it is indeed effective. However, it is in war now that she is unable to really consume all the magic power, because this will turn her into a burden and burden. What Cecilia is most afraid of is to become Sean's burden and burden.

Her eyes searched the battlefield, and then frozen on Sean about one hundred and forty meters ahead.

Sean split an arrow at him with an arrow, and several steel wing guards immediately rushed up, standing up with shields, protecting Sean and Annuo. The surrounding northern barbarians also began to rotate like a precision gear, making a steel barrier, and the two people protected in the crowd were the first generations of their new and old generations.

"You Chang, I'm sorry..." An Nuo was breathing, still showing a silly smile on his face, but there was a little more embarrassment, "I couldn't... finish the task..."

"Shut up!" Sean roared rudely, and threw the sword in his hand to the ground. At this moment, this demonized weapon worth more than 10,000 gold was even less important than Annuo in his eyes. "Lying down quickly, it's so hurt. Why are you still trying so hard!"

"I'll do my best to eat." An Nuo still smiled foolishly, his smile could not tell that his weakness was only sincere.

Sean didn't say anything, but reached out to break the arrow that had not been pulled out on his body. He learned this method since Tinders led the war. The veterans also knew some first aid methods on the battlefield. After this last night, they took off their clothes and tore them into strips of cloth, and then bandaged them on Annuo, but the method of stopping bleeding was still a little worse.

"Youchang, this really hurts." An Nuo was still smiling, looking careless. What he said was naturally the case of being shot. "I'm tired, afraid that I'll fall asleep after lying down."

"Don't sleep!" Sean shouted in a deep voice.

A flowery dress was already in rags. In addition to Annuo, there were more than a dozen other people, some of which were light and heavy. Sean's clothes were obviously not bandaged enough, so he could only give priority to those who were slightly more injured. However, the worst one had already kneeled on the ground and died, but he still held his shield with his body and insisted on his final promise. All the barbarians in the Northland did not speak. They were like silent volcanoes, not that they did not erupt, but that the time had not come yet.

"You go back to William's place." Sean continued to say in a deep voice, "Take all the wounded back!"

"You Chang! I can still fight!" Annuo was anxious.

"This is an order." After leaving the last sentence, Sean immediately left the formation and rushed towards an enemy he was targeting.

After performing the light body surgery, Sean was extremely fast. He just slightly on the ground with his toes, and his whole body flew out, and a distance of more than ten meters was leaping over at this point. This was not a matter of explosive power, but Sean's weight was infinitely towards zero, so there was no obstacle. Several arrows of misjudgment were shot behind him. Then Sean's long sword swung, and a head flew up. The archer's body rushed forward and even ran several steps before falling down.

rear.

The steel wings of the fourth team escorted seventeen other people, including Annuo, to quickly retreated to the rear. Some of these people were seriously injured, while others were extremely mild. But in fact, except for Annuo and several others, the rest of the people still had the ability to continue fighting. But Sean knew that Annuo was not a teacher's child, so he would definitely not retreat to recuperate, so he could only suppress him and send him back.

From the bottom of my heart, Sean didn't want Anno to be killed so soon.

This is a rare and extremely intelligent northern barbarian.

Front.

Alfred, wearing black armor, held a halberd like a splatter in one hand, and rushed to the front of the front with a "Food meal" order. He was like a tiger rushing into the flock of sheep. The red light shone brightly and flowed, which would inevitably take away the lives of at least one enemy. It was not that there was a archer shooting arrow at him, but even the triangular armor-breaking arrow could not penetrate his heavy armor, let alone the ordinary arrows in the hands of these archers?

As long as it was not an arrow shot at his head, Alfred completely ignored it with his heavy armor. Compared to Sean's lightness and speed, Alfred's movements and postures were as brave as a god who came down to earth.

Forty iron-winged soldiers, like wolves and tigers, rushed behind Alfred. Most of the time, they could not gain any military achievements. Often, when they discovered a person, Alfred had already rushed over and crossed his opponent, they saw a flash of fire and split into pieces, so that when they arrived at the back, once they found the enemy, they would immediately throw the spear in their hands.

This trick was learned from Annuo.

For these northern barbarians, the spear in their right hand and the heavy shield in their left hand are not worth a break. Moreover, with Alfred, these northern barbarians are even more fearless in their courage. Most of the arrows shot were blocked by the heavy shield, and a few shots were only slightly injured. As long as they did not shoot into the vital points and did not pull them hard like Annuo, they still had the power to fight again. Only a few people accidentally broke the arrows with excessive force would feel the strong pain that came through their bodies.

Alfred led a sharp knife, plowing the enemy hard from right to left like a slice of cheese.

The flames burned from Cecilia's continuous beaded fireballs form a watershed, just like William's painting before.

In the inner circle of the line of fire, after Sean cleared his opponents and sent Annuo and several seriously injured Northland barbarians, nearly thirty Northland barbarians immediately returned to the front line and began to assist Sean in cleaning up the remaining enemies. They learned from Annuo's gun, and as long as there was a trace of the enemy, they would throw it away with one shot. Even if the enemy was not killed, it was enough.

Because Sean would rush over and intercept it.

The outer circle of the fire line, after being plowed by Alfred, had already started plowing the second time.

As for the first front on the left, William was the least worried, because with nearly a hundred archers and twenty steel winged soldiers, the front line that collapsed the fastest, just waiting to attack Alfred from left to right, and the enemies remaining in the inner circle had absolutely nowhere to escape.

It's as easy as catching a turtle in a jar.

Although the war continued, William knew that the victory or defeat of the battle situation in the south had been decided from the moment Cecilia fireballs just now.

However, his face was a little disappointed, because he did not expect the official in this battle.

With William's strength, of course, it can be seen that except for the slightest cooperation in the initial formation, these archers were completely trapped in a situation of fighting each other after being counterattacked by him. Without any cooperation, even the melee troops did not appear. Even the stupid commander could not make such a mistake, so William understood that his troops in this battle situation were completely ignored by the other commander.

A war without a commander is simply not a war in William's eyes.

Instead, massacre. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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