Chapter 1198 Heroes are really not made by people (seeking a monthly ticket)
"Everyone, attack the war fortress~!" Herod shouted angrily and ordered.
His sharp voice unique to the lich penetrated the violent explosions and spread throughout the battlefield in an instant.
The dark mages who heard the order did not dare to neglect and acted quickly.
They gave up controlling the undead creatures in their hands, jumped up from the ground in a hurry, flew straight into the air, and flew into the air at the fastest speed.
In just a few breaths, nearly a thousand dark mages flew in the air, gathered together, and rushed toward the war fortresses that kept throwing bombs.
Although at the beginning, during the carpet raid bombing of War Fortress, many unlucky dark mages were torn to pieces in the explosion because they had no time to react.
But those who can become dark mage are all extremely alert and smart people.
Therefore, although they were caught off guard by the bombing, they reacted immediately. As soon as they saw the war fortress flying over, they immediately ran away quickly regardless of forcing their men to fight.
This is quite easy for them.
In order to maximize the effectiveness of the war fortress in killing the enemy, it lays eggs wherever there are more people. The bombing area is very obvious, and it will not change its flight trajectory in order to chase down a few dark mages.
Moreover, mages are notoriously slippery.
No matter when, it is very difficult to kill a mage. Not only do they have ever-changing spells and various unexpected life-saving skills, they can also quickly fly into the air and escape when in danger, just like flies.
Just as annoying.
Not to mention, it is still on such a noisy and chaotic battlefield.
Therefore, the dark mages on the battlefield suffered few casualties.
At this time, they heard Herod's order and acted immediately.
From a distance on the ground, the dark mage looks like a group of crows representing doom, flying from every corner of the battlefield towards the target flying slowly in the air.
The barbarians on the ground were all surprised to find that in less than ten breaths, the twelve war fortresses had been completely obscured by the figures of the dark mages.
Those barbarians couldn't help but began to worry about the arrival of the war god Rohan and their divine warriors.
Twelve divine warriors of Rohan have to deal with thousands of Zaid's demons, and on average there are nearly a hundred people in one booth.
Under the siege of nearly a hundred demons who can use magic, even the divine warriors of Rohan would not be able to resist easily.
They stopped, stared at the sky nervously, and did the only thing they could do at the moment, praying loudly and shouting the slogan "Rohan, Rohan" to cheer for their gods.
The number of barbarians chanting slogans quickly increased from a few thousand to tens of thousands, and in an instant the remaining 100,000 barbarians on the battlefield joined in.
They clenched their fists, raised their weapons, and shouted at the war fortress in the sky like an angry thunder god.
At this time, even the most unserious barbarians were devout, clenching their fists and shouting loudly.
If your own god wins, it goes without saying that everyone will beat up the drowned dogs and beat up the undead.
And if their god fails, then all of them can only come to an end and become the lackeys of the undead.
The shouts gradually became louder and louder, and together with the rumbling explosions, spread throughout the wilderness, as if they were accompanying the bombing of a war fortress.
Lorraine stood on the bridge of the war fortress, monitoring the situation on the entire battlefield. He paid close attention to every detail on the battlefield.
This operation is not only to destroy the undead army that the undead rely on.
What's more important is to observe the carpet-like effects you create and evaluate the destructive capabilities of bombing tactics. After all, this is the first time this kind of bombing has participated in actual combat. It is difficult to test the true effect of bombing based on past exercises alone.
Moreover, in order to save money, during those exercises, everyone only threw empty buckets filled with sand. There was no tense atmosphere like in actual combat.
Not to mention, even such an exercise was only held twice. It was impossible to test the true level of the war fortress.
Therefore, in this battle, there are not only combatants, but also professional evaluators.
Wearing the black uniforms of the security forces, with serious expressions on their faces, they held up telescopes in their hands and observed the dazzling and huge fireworks on the ground.
From time to time, a series of numbers were announced loudly.
Next to it, there were people lying on the map holding rulers and compasses, constantly modifying the map according to the numbers they reported, and writing and drawing busy.
In addition, on the other side of them, there were people holding noteboards and writing down the key points they observed.
"When using the No. 1 bomb, the flight speed should be maintained at thirty yards." One of the officers reported to Lorraine with the data he had just calculated.
Lorraine gave a faint 'hmm' and then nodded in agreement.
He had just observed that if the bomb was too powerful and the bomb was dropped too close, the explosion range would overlap, resulting in a waste of bomb effectiveness.
He couldn't help but think about it, thinking about whether to go back and conduct a few more drills. Bombing like this must be carried out at various altitudes, in various airspaces, and at various speeds.
But the prince briefly calculated in his mind the magic crystals that would be consumed, and he couldn't help but feel another toothache.
Although this war fortress has been modified and one flight can save a lot of magic crystals, the money spent on this trip is equivalent to a mountain of gold.
This war is really a waste of money~!
And what’s even more disgusting is that because it involves political struggles within the empire, this mission is completely secret, which means...
Can't report to the public accounts~!
Sir Alex felt angry for a moment: This hero is really not the work of a human being. In order to save the world, Sir Alex not only had to shed blood and sweat, but he also had to pay for it himself?
It’s really his grandma’s fault... Is there any justice~!
No, you have to find a good guy when you turn around. It's very easy to kill him with one knife.
Just when the Lord was thinking wildly, a black shadow suddenly bounced up from the ground and rushed towards the war fortress.
Behind it, more black shadows flew up one after another, rushing straight into the war fortress in mid-air, and most of them were rushing towards the war fortress where they were.
"Sufficient self-defense capabilities must be ensured." The staff officer glanced down at the swarming dark mages, and recorded it coldly and intently.
The urgent alarm bell rang suddenly in the war fortress. At this time, Leo was still shouting "Wake up, stupid earthlings" while dutifully throwing bombs on the ground with the help of Xiaobai.
From time to time, he would add something extremely arrogant: "I am Leo, the emperor of the universe, and I am here to destroy you, hahahahaha..."
The people next to me all had black lines on their heads and couldn't laugh or cry.
This Mr. Lei had a bad choice. He chose a villain to cosplay, which made everyone feel as if they had become the villain's lackey, rather than a positive hero who worked hard to eliminate evil.
It gave them a very strange sense of dislocation.
But coincidentally, this feeling seems... It seems to be really good. At least I can release the destructive desire in my heart, happily watching the enemies on the ground being engulfed by the flames soaring into the sky, watching them explode violently.
into pieces.
At this time, the two Leos...well, one and the other had been smoked black by the gunpowder smoke produced by the inferior fuse, and Xiaobai looked as if he had rolled in the mud.
Leo was exhausted and sweating profusely, and he wiped it randomly with the back of his hand. The sweat and dust mixed together, and instantly turned into a ridiculous big painted face.
The two guys were obviously playing crazy. They turned a blind eye to the numerous dark mages who came over and kept throwing bombs downwards.
Seeing this, Lorraine had to step forward, pull Leo over personally, and then kick Xiaobai on the butt to make Xiaobai obey.
Leo was interrupted from the game and waved his hands and feet unhappily, trying to rush back to the bomb. He yelled, "Boss, what are you doing? I can still throw the bomb."
Lorraine pointed to the window and said angrily to her brother-in-law: "The enemy is coming. Go back and stay there."
"What are you afraid of? It's not like I haven't killed a dark mage before." Leo didn't take the enemy seriously at all, and said sternly: "Anyway, there are old men with white beards to deal with them."
Lorraine curled her lips and threatened: "If your sister finds out, I will have to suffer the same fate as you. If you don't want Nicole and Meilin to deal with you, just go and stay behind."
Before going out, Catherine had repeatedly told her that she must ensure Leo's absolute safety. She was cheating for personal gain by letting him play with bombs. She might be scolded by Catherine when she returned, so naturally she would not let her brother-in-law stay at the front.
After Lorraine threw Leo into the crowd.
Leo fell on his butt and screamed in pain, then got up and rubbed his butt, muttering dissatisfied: "It's a rare time to come out, boss, you have to mention those spoiled wives..."
That sad expression was like that of a hard-working 13-year-old office worker. And he was a hard-working 13-year-old office worker who was under the control of a perverted old woman manager with endocrine disorders.
Lorraine ignored Leo's thoughts and turned to the ascetic monks at the side. With a serious expression, he solemnly said: "I will pay my respects to the masters below."
The ascetic monk's face showed the sincere piety of a saint during a pilgrimage, and he said slowly: "This is the mission of our birth, to praise the light, and all glory to our Lord."
The ascetic monks behind him chanted in unison: "Praise the great God of Light~!"
Then with the mood of a martyr, he walked towards the door calmly.
"Attention everyone, prepare for close combat." A magnetic female voice came from behind, and Captain Elena issued the order.
Lorraine glanced back and saw Master Elena holding a black staff as tall as herself in her hand, walking forward with heroic steps.
The top of the staff is inlaid with a huge red magic crystal. There seems to be a flame burning inside the gem, full of fighting spirit.
Her fair and pretty face was also flushed with excitement from the battle. Her long fiery red hair was dancing in the air, and she looked as heroic as the legendary goddess of war.
At her order, the wizards of the War Fortress drew out their wands and stood nervously on guard behind every window.
A black figure as fast as a wave rushed from the ground towards the war fortress, so fast that it even left an afterimage behind it.
Lorraine was still on the ground when he first saw him. In the blink of an eye, he was only a stone's throw away from the war fortress.
"So fast~!" Leo's round and fat head came out from behind Lorraine again, exclaiming.
Lorraine and the ascetic monks looked at each other and saw the solemn look on each other's faces.
Just by looking at the opponent's speed, it can be seen that the black shadow rushing at the front is very powerful and is probably a lich, or even Herod himself.
Facing a powerful enemy, the leading ascetic took a few quick breaths and then calmed down.
His wrinkled yellow hand grasped the staff in his hand tightly, his eyes fixed on the black shadow coming from the lightning, and the top of the staff lit up and began to condense the holy power.
Lorraine suddenly raised her hand and put it on his arm to prevent the ascetic from attacking.
The withered-faced ascetic looked at Lorraine strangely, wondering why Lorraine stopped him from attacking.
"Put it closer and hit." Lorraine looked at the black figure that had begun to slow down and sneered.
The long-range attack of the sacred spell is accompanied by a bright light. If the distance is too far, it will be easily discovered by the enemy and can be easily avoided.
The ascetic monk suddenly understood.
He smiled, glanced at Lorraine approvingly, and said, "Sure enough, Lorraine is not afraid of death."
Then, he took a step forward again.
Lorraine is not afraid of death. As the most devout believer of the God of Light, she is naturally not afraid~!
At this time, the black shadow on the opposite side was getting closer and closer.
Herod raised his fingertips and pointed, and a swirling smoke suddenly flew out and flew towards the war fortress.
At the moment when the black mist was about to hit the war fortress, the air on the outer wall of the war fortress trembled for a while, and a faint water wave appeared in the place where the black smoke was concentrated.
The spell hit the mana shield outside the War Fortress.
Herod snorted coldly. With a serious expression on his face, he said: "It's a small trick."
Immediately afterwards, he raised his palm and pushed forward gently, and a black fireball with a diameter larger than the desktop appeared out of thin air, flew towards the war fortress, hit the outer shield and exploded suddenly.
The light in front of Herod's eyes was strongly distorted, which was the mana shield vibrating violently to a degree visible to the naked eye. The next second it was twisted and torn, and the shield could not withstand the attack and broke.
Herod was slightly startled.
Logically speaking, the protection of the war fortress cannot be so weak.
But then I looked at the strange shape of the war fortress. I immediately attributed this change to a possible problem with the design of the human war fortress.
Thinking of this, his figure flashed, as if teleporting, and appeared in front of the war fortress for a few seconds. His eyes with green light were fixed on the war fortress. At the first sight, he saw a familiar figure.
figure.
"It's you, it's you again~!" Herod's hoarse voice was filled with deep-seated hatred, and he stared at Lorraine.
"The voice sounds familiar. Although I don't know who you are, but hello, we meet again. Is your boss's injury healed?" Lorraine looked at Herod opposite him nonchalantly and said sarcastically.
Herod's face became distorted, and he suddenly opened his mouth and roared: "Go to hell~!"
"You go first~!" Lorraine raised his hand, aimed at Herod's chest and fired a shot. There was a "bang" sound, and a large transparent hole was ripped out of Herod's body by the bullet.
At the same time, a huge fireball shot out of Elena's hand and went straight to Herod's face.
Herod did not waver, raised his hand and waved a palm on the fireball, scattering Elena's spell. The fireball split into several fire dragons and then dissipated behind Herod.
"Is that all you have, Lorraine?" Herod looked at Lorraine contemptuously, then pointed his staff at Lorraine, and said mockingly: "See how many moves you can take on from me?
Take out your holy armor~!"
Lorraine shrugged, applied with a nonchalant expression, and said: "It's enough for your boss to come. It's not necessary to deal with a small character like you."
Herod was so angry that his phylactery shook violently, and he felt like vomiting blood. He said angrily: "Go to hell~!"
He waved his staff and prepared to attack. At this moment, Lorraine and the mage beside him suddenly moved to both sides, revealing a person wearing a gray linen robe behind them.
Seeing them, the green light in Herod's eyes suddenly flashed, and his expression was horrified.
"Holy Light~!"
There was no passionate shouting, no high-pitched propaganda, a plain voice like a whisper came out of the ascetic monk's mouth.
But it was like a bolt from the blue to Herod's ears.
"I should have thought that humans would definitely bring priests..." Such a thought came to Herod's heart with great regret, and at the same time he crushed a ring on his finger.
Then Herod was overwhelmed by the dazzling holy light.
The simplest, but also the most powerful holy magic, used by the ascetic monks, is like a sun suddenly lighting up, even lighting up the ground.
The pure white light stung Lorraine so hard that she couldn't even open her eyes.
The holy light dissipated after lasting for two seconds. There were still dark shadows in Lorraine's eyes after being stimulated by the strong light, but he still forced his eyes open to look for traces of the lich Herod.
The front door of the War Fortress is empty.
Lorraine searched carefully and asked in surprise: "Is it purified?"
"No~!" The ascetic monk shook his head with a cautious expression and said, "He teleported after the attack. But I believe he was seriously injured."
Lorraine curled her lips helplessly and said, "Let him run away."
The ascetic monk also shook his head regretfully. A few of them were well prepared but still allowed the lich to escape. They also felt very unhappy.
At the same time, the holy lights in the remaining eleven war fortresses lit up at the same time, launching an attack on the approaching dark mages.
A dozen dark mages flying in front, unprepared, were immediately attacked.
Their magic power weakened rapidly under the illumination of the holy light, and their bodies felt as painful as being stabbed by thousands of steel needles. They rolled suddenly in the air and fell to the ground.
Their arms and legs were waving wildly and struggling, but it had no effect at all. After a few seconds, they hit the ground so hard that their skulls exploded.
When the holy light came on, the hearts of all the dark mages sank at the same time. They knew that their natural enemies had arrived. All the dark mages quickly fled in all directions, flying in every direction.
The air near the war fortress was full of their colliding figures.
Then the lich's urging screams sounded over the war.
"The one who escapes dies. Keep attacking~!"
The dark mages scattered in the air stopped and looked at each other in confusion, not knowing whether to run away or obey the order.
"Come on, we are a hundred times stronger than them." The lich's voice sounded again, becoming more severe.
Despite the fear in their hearts, the dark mages turned back and rushed towards the war fortress. They knew that disobeying the Lich's orders would lead to a consequences more terrible than death.
What's more, they have a huge numerical advantage. If a hundred people attack a war fortress at the same time, they are afraid of not being able to take it down. As long as the unlucky one is not one of them who dies.
Driven by this idea, the dark mage once again approached the war fortress.
But before they could take action, the war fortresses suddenly accelerated, forming a group of three into four groups and fanned out, flying in different directions.
The dark mages roared and chased after him.
Lorraine looked at the dark mage chasing behind him, nodded to Elena, and said, "Leave it to you, teach them a classic aerial combat lesson."
Although Elena's face was frosty, her eyes shone with confidence.
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