Chapter 864: The Legion of the Hand of the Ancestors
On the battlefield filled with the smell of blood, the two mage groups fought against each other, but their morale was not the same.
"These mages are so weak!"
"Human beings are very cunning. Could it be that they are showing weakness to their enemies?"
"You're so weak, you're obviously just a trash fish!"
Compared to the suppressed pale-faced mages, the shamans were much calmer. They did not use their full strength at all. Some of them just held their staffs and talked nonsense from beginning to end, without even using the earth shield.
"Speech Technique!"
Falfo, who was wearing a golden officiant's robe, sat on a white war horse and roared. Although he had restrained his emotions, anger still poured out clearly from his voice.
The moment he saw Downton, he thought he was dazzled. To be honest, he had long forgotten about the civilian paladin Andrea brought. Such a small person might have died somewhere during the adventure.
The horn was out of reach, but today, he found that the other party stood on the opposite side with tens of thousands of elite soldiers, challenging the king's power.
"If he wins this battle, wouldn't he be able to control the whole of Frankfurt?"
Falfo thought with his buttocks and knew that after Downton defeated the king, he would support Andrea to become the regional archbishop. This was something he would never tolerate, so after the king asked for help, he did not hesitate and brought Andrea directly.
Along with the priests and the Knights Templar, they set off for the war.
Compared with the mages group, these priest groups are much more elite, because all the priests belong to the Holy See of Light. Except for some people with outstanding talents who will be sent to the holy city for further study, most of them will stay in their home countries, so in
After Falfo gave his command, they raised their staffs.
Holy chants resounded on the battlefield, followed by a white-gold halo that enveloped the mage group. This was the spell of fast words. It could increase the spellcasting speed of the mage by one-fifth.
Swish! Swish!
After that, there are two haloes, one is the magic that can reduce the loss of magic energy by one-third, and the other is the magic of clarity, which can protect the caster from the fatigue caused by casting spells, and always maintain the clearest mind, ensuring that
Singing errors will occur.
The three most basic magical blessings were completed. The Holy Order began to chant defensive magical spells with longer casting times. Thirty seconds later, white oval shields were placed on the mages one by one.
Without the fear of death, the mages could finally focus all their energy on attacking with confidence and boldness, and for a time there was a great reversal of the trend.
On the ground, when the Aboriginal Corps and the 3rd Light Infantry Regiment were a hundred meters apart, they could no longer restrain their enthusiasm and began to run, causing some confusion in the formation.
The light infantry regiment was advancing in an orderly manner under the command of generals at all levels.
The Holy Order began to bless the Light Stepping Group with the three magical arts of strength, agility, and endurance.
"These brainless idiots deserve to die!" Seeing the infantry charging, Bloodmaul cursed and shouted, "Everyone pay attention, use full firepower, and then support the infantry!"
The boring shamans were serious. They all entered a fighting state, chanting spells as fast as they could to communicate with the natural elements!
Sizzling! Sizzling!
Black clouds appeared in the sky, with electric arcs flashing during them. Then they gathered more and more, and then shot toward the mage group.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thick lightning chain is like the branches of a hundred-year-old dead tree, with many branches, hitting the mage group. It will spatter and spread to all sides.
How could the mages dare to fight back? Even if there was a clergy group standing next to them, they were desperately trying to refresh their shields, but there was nothing they could do. There were blue lightnings flying around them, which was a great test to their mental endurance.
"These idiots!"
Falfo was going crazy. In a duel between mages, it was important to have the first mover. It would be strange to be beaten like this. It would be strange to be undefeated. "After casting the slowness spell, help the mages increase their defense!"
The Holy Order was chanting the Slowness Technique, which lasted no longer than thirty seconds, but the Mage Group did not even last for this time, and collapsed directly under the wave of lightning bombardments from the Shaman Group.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the first unlucky guy was struck by lightning, his shield was broken, and the electricity turned into a charred corpse. All the mages' hearts sank, cold sweat broke out on their bodies, and they were already retreating. Then, as the mages followed one after another,
They fell down and died. Several mages finally couldn't bear the pressure of death and turned around and ran away.
As a hired mage, you have a noble status. Even if you run away on the battlefield, you don't have to worry about being hacked to death by the supervising team. This is their support, so you can run without any scruples.
As the escapees appeared, the morale of the mage group collapsed. No one would be stupid enough to stay and die, so almost immediately, all the mage evacuated the battlefield.
"Is there something wrong with these guys' minds? They actually have their backs to the battlefield?"
Bloodmaul was stunned, but he did not let go of this God-given opportunity. The lightning storm expanded in an instant, and then swept them.
The magic system is called the fort profession because it is the most efficient in killing people. Before the clergy group could react, the mage group had already been completely wiped out.
"What's this called?"
The observers were dumbfounded as they watched the mages being killed on the spot by having their shields shattered.
"A mage who has never been on the battlefield has this kind of virtue."
Some observers wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and were very happy to be able to watch the battle. After returning, they must tell His Majesty that the mage group must participate in actual combat training.
"Calm down, covered with debuff magic!"
Falfo shouted, stabilizing the mood of the priests. In terms of pure attack, the Holy Orders would definitely not be able to defeat the Mage Group, but it was not that simple for the other party to break through their defenses, so the focus of the competition now is leaning towards both sides.
Infantry.
Charlotte appeared on the battlefield riding a red warg.
"Great Prophet, there is no need for you to take action in such a small scene!"
Bloodmaul felt extremely ashamed. If Lord Xianlang took action, how could the natives have the dignity to ask for the legion number?
When three purple debuff spells fell on the indigenous soldiers, the Shaman Division's counterattack also arrived. Instead of attacking the clergy, they threw out two green halos to dispel the debuffs on the indigenous soldiers.
The magic of benefiting magic throws out three purple halos at the same time to add debuff magic to the opponent.
The shamans chose the right time to use their magic. It was the moment when the infantry from both sides came into contact and started a violent attack.
Shrouded in a halo of slowness, the infantry phalanx that was about to explode was like a kick in the crotch when preparing for the wedding night, and it suddenly withered.
The natives came over with great momentum and killed them.
Even if the infantrymen carry tower shields as high as one person, they are no different from paper in front of the eight-meter-high ogre.
The natives ignored the spears and ran directly into them. They waved their maces and stone hammers, knocking away a large number of soldiers and spilling large amounts of blood.
"Quick, protect!"
Falfo was so angry that he roared loudly.
The Holy Order's spellcasting speed has been increased to the fastest, but the Shaman Division on the opposite side is not bad either. The elements spread by both sides collided in the air, causing bursts of roaring sounds.
It seemed evenly matched, but the observers knew that the Holy Order was suppressed because not a single magic spell fell on the corps. Their mission was to support, and if they couldn't do it, they would naturally fail.
In the eyes of the ogres, the crowds of heads in front of them are just yellow gold coins. There is no need for anyone to encourage morale. They are already firing on all cylinders. They don't think there are too many people on the other side, but they are eager to get more.
Although the Third Corps was a main force, it did not receive the support of the Holy Orders, and seeing the fierce and fearless attack of the ogres, it could no longer hold on, and the entire line collapsed.
The ogres chased them and killed them.
Everyone was dumbfounded. No one expected that the battle situation would be so one-sided, and for the first time, the fighting power of the hilly natives was presented to humans who had always looked down upon them.
"Kill them all!"
The natives in the camp roared and cheered for their companions. Some guys had not yet learned military discipline. Seeing that the battle was going downwind, they simply ran out and rushed to the opposite side in a swarm, hoping to harvest a few heads.
Someone took the lead, and more and more natives rushed out.
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"
"Catapult, bed crossbow, attack!"
A roar rang out from the king's army, and a dozen seconds later, huge rocks flew out of the camp and hit the natives. Due to their haste, they did not land properly, so some humans were unlucky and were killed by their own rocks.
Of course, some ogres were not spared from such a blow.
"A bunch of idiots, blow the horn and tell them to come back,"
Downton cursed. The good situation was wasted by these guys who were rushing around. Because the distance was too far, his catapult couldn't hit them.
When the ogres heard the sound of the horn, some looked back, but some others didn't care at all, shouting and rushing forward, so those who were watching also joined the charge.
The natives were tall and long-legged, not to mention rushing to harvest heads, so they rushed very fast. Before the infantry regiment of 20,000 people could return to the camp, they caught up with them and strangled them together.
"terrible!"
Seeing the ogre holding a simple stone hammer, which could knock away several humans with every swing, the observers began to look squarely at the indigenous corps, wondering whether their country also had the ability to build one.
Because there was infantry in front of them, the crossbows could not attack, and the catapults were projectile attacks, and the correction time was too long, so the ogres rushed to the camp. Some guys broke in from the roadblocks, and others simply started to hit the camp.
of fence.
"Fire arrows and shoot them to death!"
There are towers around the camp, with groups of archers standing on them. Shooting from a high position at this time, the arrows are almost in vain, but the lethality is not great.
Not to mention the rough skin and thick flesh of the ogres, they also have the stone skin technique and thorn technique blessed by the shaman group. If the arrow hits them, they will be directly rebounded.
"Pull up the crossbow!"
Tens of thousands of people roared.
The hilly natives were not afraid. Some elites even rushed under the tower and struck hard with their war hammers. After more than a dozen blows, the tower collapsed and the soldiers fell down like boiled dumplings.
"What should we do now?"
Barty asked Downton, no one expected that a challenge would turn into a siege. If he retreated, the ogre would be shot by a ballista, causing heavy casualties. However, if he did not retreat, the siege would suffer an estimated loss.
It was also too much for him to bear. (To be continued...)