In addition to the basic defensive strength, Kevin is particularly concerned about the strength of the fallen apprentices.
There are 6 fallen apprentices. According to the past practice, there are at least 2-3 quasi-shamans among them, and the rest are all senior apprentices. But today was a bit weird, there was only one quasi-sorcerer among the six fallen apprentices, which made Kevin a little confused.
You know, the situation on the side of the fallen apprentice is absolutely different from that of the orthodox wizard Taco. The number of apprentices in the orthodox wizard's tower is basically a pyramid. If you want to train a quasi-wizard, you need at least 5-10 senior apprentices as backup. And to train a senior apprentice, I also know that 5-10 intermediate apprentices are needed as backup, and so on...
It is precisely through the accumulation of numbers and the inclination of resources that Wizard Tower can discover elite apprentices with the same astonishing potential and talent from hundreds of thousands of junior apprentices, and then cultivate them.
But on the side of the fallen wizard hiding underground, the apprenticeship structure is completely different.
In the camp of fallen wizards, there are almost no junior apprentices. In their eyes, waste does not need to exist, and all resources must be concentrated in the hands of apprentices with potential and strength. Therefore, under the harsh and cruel rules of the Black Forest, the proportion of quasi-witches among the fallen apprentices is extremely high, and sometimes they can even reach a 1:1 level with senior apprentices!
This is also the most troublesome place for elite apprentices in the training camp!
If the two sides encounter each other, if the number of quasi-sorcerers is equal, there will still be a fight, but once the number of quasi-sorcerers on the other side is insufficient, the battle is likely to be overwhelmingly defeated. After all, for senior apprentices, a quasi-sorcerer who is not restrained by an opponent of the same level is the difference between a wolf and a goat. No matter how well armed the goats are, their numbers are several times that of the opponent, but they are still powerless against an unscrupulous wolf.
Unexpectedly, there was only one quasi-sorcerer among the six depraved apprentices in the No. 7 pit today, and this ratio was obviously lower than the normal level. In contrast, among the 6 members of Kevin's team, there are 2 quasi-shamans, and the rest are Yishui's powerful senior apprentices.
Such strength is enough to crush the opponent head-on!
As for the 17 underground mercenaries, except for a few powerful guys who needed attention, the others were almost ignored by the apprentices. A battle between apprentices is really about to break out. No matter how many of those guys there are, they are rotten meat sent to death.
According to Greem's vision, such a battle in which one's own side has the upper hand must be an ambush, assassination and ambush with infinite means, and any kind of conspiracy can be used. But when the battle really started, he was dumbfounded.
It turns out that the underground battle is going on like this!
Without covering up his own superior force, Kevin led five teammates, Greem and Mary, and quickly blocked the entrance to the No. 7 mine pit, and then threw two elemental fireballs in a deterrent manner, causing the defense forces on the opposite side to swarm. Out of the pit.
This is a natural karst cave the size of three football fields, which is just right as a battlefield for both sides to fight.
It can be seen that this place has also been tested. Collapsing stalagmites and stalactites in all directions, broken rock walls covered with scorched or black spots, and mottled bloodstains that haven't been cleaned all year round on the stone slabs on the ground.
At both ends of the cave, the forces of the two sides quickly lined up and confronted each other 200 meters apart.
Of course, the opponents are the underground mercenaries.
Incomplete mercenary equipment, most of the mercenaries didn't even have the appropriate leather armor, so they walked onto the battlefield in ragged clothes. The 17 mercenaries include 3 gnoll assassins, 2 lizard tamers, 1 mind catcher and 11 werewolf warriors.
Except for the 3 Gnoll Assassins and the Soul Catcher among these guys, who need to be a little bit more careful, the rest of them went to the battlefield to attract the attention of their own side and attract the meat of the firepower.
The corrupt quasi-shaman hiding behind the team was a middle-aged man with dark and thin face. When he saw the two surface quasi-shamans in the opposite team, his face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out black water.
Damn dammit dammit... Fili that bastard also said he had no problem leaving for a day or two. How did they block the upper passage, and let down such a powerful team? Fili, you bastard, if the garrison mission fails this time, all the responsibilities will be borne by you!
Roaring crazily in his heart, but on the bright side, the depraved quasi-shaman still calmly began to issue combat orders.
Colorful elemental protections began to rise on the wizard apprentices, bright red flame shields, crackling lightning shields, sudden pink smoke, cold ice crystal armor, emerald green thorn armor...
Almost instantly, all apprentice wizards wrapped their bodies under elemental protection of different colors, shapes, and functions.
Of course, this is only the welfare of apprentices, and those mercenaries who are used as human shields cannot enjoy it.
At some point, the 3 Gnoll assassins in the enemy team had disappeared, while the 2 Lizard Summoners chanted the obscure Lizard language loudly, and soon summoned 4 rough-skinned beasts in front of them. Thick tall basilisk. The 11 werewolf warriors were wearing worn leather armor, carrying a flail or a thick wooden stick in one hand, and a simple wooden shield in the other, rushing towards this side, shouting loudly.
And behind them, after the fallen apprentices completed their personal protection, they hurriedly chanted loud spells. This time, they all chanted offensive witchcraft spells in unison.
"Greem, I'll leave these miscellaneous fish to you!" Although Kevin was an advanced apprentice who tended to attack in close quarters, after he ordered Greem loudly, he and his companions still chose to fight back with long-range witchcraft.
Since Mary alienated into a vampire, she seems to have forgotten all the previous witchcraft, and currently only has some passive racial talents. Therefore, facing such a battle situation, she disappeared into the surrounding shadows in a flash, and disappeared.
Dozens of colorful offensive witchcraft criss-crossed, intercepted, or collided in the midair of the cave, turning it into a gorgeous sea of elements. The violent and irregular elemental sacrificial explosion swept the middle of the battlefield, and also involved the werewolf squad that was shouting to charge.
Less than half of the 11 werewolf fighters were lucky enough to pass through the death zone. Even the remaining five are scarred and in shock. It's a pity that before they can regroup and form a formation again, a huge monster that towers above the sky suddenly appears in front of them.
The soil spear projected by the babbling and a large area of the ground spear pierced them all with just one face-to-face encounter. The vulnerability of ordinary underground creatures in the face of witchcraft users can be seen from this.
Greem was riding on the crocodile, but he didn't drive it to fuck.
The fallen apprentices on the opposite side were neatly formed. If he rushed over recklessly, the opponent only needed a volley to blow himself and the devil crocodile to pieces.
Greem figured it out. No wonder the two sides had to form a neat formation that resembled the battle between the two armies of the human kingdom. The root cause was the terrifying attack power of elemental witchcraft. Don't look at those quasi-shamans who seem to be superior. In small-scale battles, three or two senior apprentices often beat the shit out of them and run away with their heads in their arms. But on this occasion, even with their conceit and arrogance, they dare not easily break into the opponent's formation.
The basic defense of the quasi-shaman's individual defense against witchcraft is mostly between 80-100 points. This kind of protection can be broken by only three high-level apprentices' witchcraft salvo. So before advanced wizards, before the magic resistance of their bodies can withstand small witchcraft volleys, they dare not take risks in person.
Therefore, even though his own side has the advantage in the number of quasi-witches, Kevin still chose the safest oppression tactic, using his own side's superior witchcraft power to crush the opponent's team head-on.
Not to mention, after the two rounds of sorcery confrontation, the difference in sorcery power between the two sides became obvious. Although a lot of witchcraft were intercepted and countered, the number of witchcraft falling into the enemy's battle formation on Kevin's side was obviously more than that of the other side.
Amid the brilliant and bursting waves of witchcraft, the team of fallen apprentices began to panic.
The external protection of most of the fallen apprentices has become a bit dim, and very few guys have been injured. On the other hand, Kevin's side is still in a clean formation, with complete protection, and looks so strong.
Greem perched on top of the crocodile, allowing the native hunters to throw earthen spears to attack the petrified lizards that were slowly climbing forward. He also contributed a flame spear following Kevin's command, knocking out all the enemies in the team. One of the senior apprentices exploded, howling like wolves and ghosts.
He stood tall, could see far, and had a panoramic view of the whole situation, and soon found out where Mary was going.
On the edge of the battlefield, in the shadows, a muffled groan suddenly came out.
Immediately afterwards, the hazy and illusory figure of a jackal assassin suddenly appeared, with his hands on his throat, he stumbled a few steps, and fell to his knees on the ground. Joyful blood gushes out along the fingers, no matter how hard it is to cover it, it can't be covered.
Just as it was about to die with a muffled grunt, one or two crisp sounds of gold and iron clanging suddenly came from the nearby shadows. Soon, another gnoll assassin was forced out of the shadows, and his eyes were poked blind , with terrifying claw marks of varying shades all over his body. It frantically waved its dagger towards the void, shouting loudly, but unfortunately it could no longer see any enemies.
It waited until the blood in the body was almost flowing, and then it fell down with a low neighing.
The death of two companions in a row finally frightened the third person, and the last Jackal assassin suddenly appeared, turned around and fled to the distance as fast as possible. It's a pity that before it ran ten meters away, a dazzling red glow flashed past, and its head soared into the sky, only the headless body ran for a few more steps before turning over and falling down.
The thin and ugly body twitched subconsciously a few more times, and there was no more movement.