Part Four Chaos Chapter Thirty-Eight Never Surrender
Generally speaking, a battle between four thousand people and more than ten people should not be called a battle, but a massacre. This battle is no exception. It is indeed a massacre, but the ones who were massacred were four thousand people, and those who were more than ten people were massacred.
Kill a hybrid subhuman and two humans.
Although these four thousand people are a temporarily integrated miscellaneous force, it does not mean that they are vulnerable. In fact, they are even far more combat effective than the regular troops of Erathia. The guardians of various sub-dioceses of Erathia Church
The army has old templars who retired from Celeste as instructors and are responsible for training. There are also many soldiers who were unsuccessful in the selection of templars. Regardless of the failure, just being qualified to participate in the selection of Celeste is strength.
Proof. And there are a large number of magicians and priests. The strength of the magic controllers who are often honed in the battles with Negan and Taitalia is by no means the magic that is trivial in the adventure team.
Teachers can compete with each other.
From a certain perspective, apart from being isolated in the wild highlands due to its small number of troops, this unit's combat effectiveness is absolutely unquestionable. However, such an elite unit was slaughtered to the point where it was unable to fight back.
The battle was coming to an end. More than 300 of the most elite warriors protected the five senior magicians and a dozen priests in the center, looking at the approaching enemy with a desperate and angry fighting spirit.
The three ogres, whose whole bodies were heavily armored like steel barriers, were panting. The sound of huffing and puffing came from under the bloody steel masks, which seemed to carry a strong smell of blood. They were already tired from killing.
These are almost three huge killing machines. The man-sized maces in their hands are the gears for mincing meat. Even the shields used to prevent heavy cavalry from charging are fragile under such weapons. Needless to say
It's the human body. And the heavy armor that is difficult to penetrate with swords and guns makes most attacks ineffective. The key is that there are magic arrays tattooed on it. Judging from the fact that each ogre has resisted several magic attacks. The magic embedded in the armor
The materials are enough to equip a dozen magicians.
The four werewolves did not have such exaggerated equipment, so two of them were slightly injured. The number of people they killed was by no means too many, but they were all elites and masters in this unit. Those who could have used their skills and experience to deal with the delay
All the ogre warriors died in their hands. These werewolves were not only powerful in terms of physical talent, but their martial arts skills were not weaker than those of those warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles. One of them even used a chain instead of a chain.
The flail and the meteor hammer are deadly weapons that rely on recklessness. Instead, they are two fine steel long swords that absolutely emphasize skill and speed. The natural agility of werewolves is much stronger than that of humans, and is even similar to that of elves.
Three of the lizardmen used huge long knives, and the four used serial crossbows with extremely high accuracy and strength. It was obvious that only dwarf craftsmen could make such lethal crossbows. They were responsible for supporting and
Assist those huge killing machines.
The dozen or so demi-humans were now dripping with blood from every part of their bodies, which was the life of more than 3,000 church soldiers. These demi-humans looked like they were demons who had just crawled out of the blood pool hell.
But now these demons did not show their claws or roar violently. Instead, they remained silent like a group of well-trained soldiers. The church soldiers did not focus much on them, and these monsters did not even look like they were there.
They were very tall and scary because there was another person in front of them.
A standard-looking human being, tall, slightly thin and somewhat pale face. The body contours and muscle curves are more complete than the most perfect sculpture, because no matter how hard the stone is carved, it will never be so almost violent, but it happens
And as still as a mountain of vitality.
Almost all the remaining soldiers were looking at this man. Those black eyes could be seen clearly by everyone looking at them. They were like an endless black ocean, swallowing up everyone here.
There will be a wave. This person is the only exception here. Although he is standing in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, there is no trace of blood on his body. There is only a layer of blood.
A pale white vindictive light.
In this hellish Shura field, he seemed to be a god.
The man sighed, and the white light on his body dissipated, and his rock-like face showed a slight hint of fatigue. After all, he was not a real god. He was still a living person.
Ten thousand enemies is usually just a decorative concept. No one can really defeat ten thousand people. What's more, the warriors here are all elites. No matter who kills nearly a thousand such opponents, even if they are not injured or killed, they will never die.
I won't be tired.
The remaining warriors looked at the man who was already showing signs of fatigue. There was nothing but fear in their eyes. This man without any trace of blood was far more terrifying than the dozen orcs fished out of the blood pool.
In front of this man, warriors are no longer warriors, because they can't fight, and they don't even have a chance to fight. They fly up, break, and scatter like pieces of paper. There is nothing wonderful about this man's actions.
The most shocking moves were just rushing around the crowd at high speed, grabbing, hitting, slapping, kicking, and bumping. They were just random movements, and the surrounding soldiers were like waste paper flowers.
The ground flew away, bringing with it a rain of blood all over the sky.
The soldiers looked at the man on the ground, while the magicians and priests looked at another human being. But he was not on the ground, but on a bipedal flying dragon in mid-air. The soldiers looked at the man's eyes.
It was fear and anger, but the magicians looked at this man with eyes that were filled with hostility and anger but also with unconcealable reverence and admiration.
On top of the flying dragon is an old man holding a wand, with short silver hair and dazzling eyes. He is the only one on the orc side who can use magic, but he is the only one who can use magic.
A wand, but it was dealing with hundreds of magicians and priests below. They had to spend almost all their energy to deal with themselves, and were unable to deal with the orcs and the man.
What this old man uses is not earth-shattering fire magic or forbidden spells. Apart from the atmospheric shield surrounding him and the flying dragon, all he uses are low and intermediate magic. But the speed at which he casts his spells is so fast.
Quick, skillful use, the key is creativity and imagination when using spells, it is like a dazzling magic show, spell casting demonstration. Various magics emerge from his hands. The four elements,
Dark magic and even white magic combine to influence each other and collide with the attacks of the magicians below like balls of magic fireworks.
No attack can successfully deal with this superior mage. He usually only needs one instant spell to block at least three or four opponents' magic due to impact or explosion. A senior magician even used a fire bomb.
This extremely cherished scroll, but the old man only used two fireballs, and then used air magic to control the wind, which immediately caused the extremely hot light ball to change its trajectory and fly back to the ground. There were at least thirty warriors there.
The top scroll turned into charcoal. The thunderous bombs flying out of the wand made of unicorn horn in his hand made it difficult for the mages below to defend themselves.
Huge explosions and air waves constantly set off pieces of flowers of death in the crowd. And his personal attacks when he took the time were even more varied, such as using the corrosive venom of black magic to explode the water-based ice in the air, hitting each other in all directions.
The ice fragments were all contaminated with the bone-corroding flesh-corroding poison of black magic. Or the water-based venom ball was exploded with a high-heat fireball, and the volatilized gas was blown towards them under the pressure of the wind control technique. Another time
After exchanging attacks with several water magicians, ice shards and water drops filled the sky. Then a thunderous bomb was fired. The last earth element decomposition technique caught up with the thunder ball. Finally, hundreds of people in that small area were engulfed in lightning.
Wailed and fell down. If they can go back from here, the combat effectiveness of the remaining magicians will increase by a large amount. They have all seen the art of magic.
Give you a chance to surrender. We guarantee your safety." There was a trace of anxiety on the face of the man who had lost his fighting spirit. "We have given you an ultimatum a long time ago, telling you to withdraw from the high ground. This battle is
You asked for it. The victory or defeat has been decided, surrender."
A young soldier among the surviving city soldiers looked at the man from a distance, his red eyes were bloodshot, and he said softly: "He seems to be very tired. We can pretend to surrender... After all, there are still so many here."
With the full power of several magicians, we will definitely be able to..."
"It's useless. Those are Cedros and Gru. The two masters of Orfor City. I'm afraid only Lancelot and the temple knights will be their opponents." The veteran warrior in his fifteenth or sixties shook his head.
, but the look on his face was not disappointment and sadness, but determination and determination. He was once a templar of Celeste, and now he is temporarily commanding this team. "The key thing is that we cannot surrender what we are fighting for.
It is not our own interests. It is the glory and glory of the Lord. For the glory of the Lord, we must not surrender, even if we are pretending." The young warrior lowered his head sadly.
"For the glory of the Lord, let us show our blood and courage here." The hoarse voice of the old Templar reached everyone's ears, and everyone's expressions were shaken. The magicians began to chant spells.
, the soldiers clenched their weapons.
"I've hated this sentence a long time ago. It's wasting my time." Gru sighed anxiously. The message from there had been for a while. He took a deep breath, and his fighting spirit lit up again.
light.
"Don't go there, what do you want to do?" In the sky not far away, five griffins were hovering in the air carrying five people. One of the priests drove a griffon to stop his companion who wanted to rush towards the battlefield.
"I also have two Burning Cloud Techniques, one Stars Falling and one Chain Lightning Scroll. I can't just watch them being killed by those pagans and orc devils." The young magician on the back of the griffin roared.
.The fighting on the battlefield over there started again, and the remaining ones were all elites. The battle was more tragic and cruel than before.
You are crazy, and you will be dead before you can use it." The priest listened to the sound of fighting and the sound of magic explosion in the distance. But he still tried his best to block the young magician. He could not let it go.
He went to die. There were originally ten griffins in Anji. At the beginning of the battle, the magicians and warriors riding the griffons wanted to use their height to deal with the enemies below. But Gru grabbed the javelin and spear and threw it.
I immediately killed several griffins and the knights on them.
"Have you forgotten the mission that Bishop Escher gave us?" the soldier shouted, and the young magician did not rush forward to die.
Mission. After Zaishi said this word, he even smiled bitterly. At this point, what else could he say about the mission? Try to attract Oufu's attention, harass Oufu, and use scrolls to kill more orc troops when necessary. These
The mission sounded like a joke when the entire army was wiped out. Bishop Eschar gave it to them and asked them to find opportunities to kill as many orcs as possible during the battle. The magic scrolls had no chance to be used. These are large-scale groups.
I originally planned to find an opportunity to use the destructive magic in the orcs' troops, but I didn't know that only a dozen orcs came and they were all elites. Not to mention that they couldn't be used at all. Even if they were used, they would probably only kill.
One of my own. The scroll of Fiery Power is a perfect example.
Now, perhaps there is only one last task that can be completed. That is to carefully observe Ouf's fighting style, and then go back and report. However, this is also the most important task ordered by Lord Eskel. The priest gave himself a blessing
The magic of Eagle Eye has been watching carefully, watching his comrades and friends being slaughtered in the front, even worse than lambs, and trying to remember every detail and link, but it only made him heartbroken, heartbroken, and extremely angry.
Nothing can be done.
The battle was finally over. The priest turned around and flew toward the west on his gryphon, and shouted: "Everyone split up. Those who are caught up with Cedros should try to entangle him and give the others as much time as possible."
But Cedros had no intention of pursuing these fish that slipped through the net. He jumped from the flying dragon and landed in front of Gru. He frowned and said, "What should I do? The messages sent during the battle have been sent for so long. I'm afraid they have already been sent."
It’s too late, we didn’t know it was…”
"It's better to be late than never." Gru replied immediately. "Let's go!".