The cavalry kept hitting the ice wall, and the figure in the front team was like a piece of hard cheese smashed against the wall, quickly breaking. However, the people in the rear team desperately tightened the reins of the horses to reduce their speed and finally stopped. But in the process, more than one-fifth of them have lost their combat capabilities.
One-fifth of the casualties were huge. In ordinary battles, as the cavalry of the elite Pu Egyptian army, they could withstand it without collapsing. But now facing the terrifying wizard, it's another story. Everyone's face is pale and their eyes are flickering.
"Bang", Macbeth stopped in front of the ice wall, jumped off his horse, and landed on his feet.
Walking to the ice wall, Macbeth stretched out his hand, and with a "crash" the entire ice wall shattered, turning into a mixture of red and blue debris spread all over the floor.
Lifting his feet, stepping over the debris, the corpses on the ground and the fallen cavalry moaning in pain, Macbeth walked closer and squinted at the remaining four-fifths of the cavalry.
"Hmm... have you decided how to die? Don't worry, I have a hundred ways to die for you to choose."
The remaining cavalry were panicking, already extremely frightened, and at this time they were on the verge of collapse.
The leader of the cavalry shouted loudly: "Don't listen to this wizard's nonsense, he is not invincible, charge me! Kill him! Just kill him...ah!"
Macbeth raised his hand, and a slender ice pick flew out and pierced the head of the cavalry leader. The cavalry leader screamed and fell off his horse, losing his breath.
"Wow!"
The remaining cavalry were in chaos, throwing away their last worries and running wildly in all directions - completely collapsed.
Macbeth looked at the many fleeing cavalry and couldn't help but shake his head: "Want to run away? Unfortunately... I didn't expect any of you to leave here alive."
As he spoke, Macbeth took out a silver pointed cone like a chopstick from his arms, rubbed it in his hand, and threw it into the air.
The lips opened and closed, and the spell was uttered. With a sharp sound breaking through the air, the sharp cone turned into a silver light and shot towards the nearest cavalryman like lightning.
"Poof", the sharp cone pierced the cavalry's head without any hindrance, and the cavalry screamed and fell off the horse.
"Poof", the sharp cone shot at the head of the second cavalryman without slowing down, piercing and killing him.
"Poof", then the third cavalryman.
The fourth cavalry, the fifth cavalry... the one hundred cavalry...
The killing proceeds quickly, Macbeth remains motionless on the spot, and the sharp cones continue to reap human lives. After a while, the entire battlefield is deathly quiet. All the cavalry were dead, and the horses dragged the dead bodies stuck in the stirrups and marched aimlessly, making a "rustling" sound.
"call out!"
As the sharp sound of breaking wind approached, Macbeth stretched out his hand, grabbed the returned silver awl that was not stained with any blood with a "pop" sound, and took it back into his arms. He glanced at the battlefield, clicked his tongue, turned around, mounted his horse, and drove towards Richard and Nancy who were hiding aside.
Approaching Richard and Nancy, looking at their expressions, Macbeth asked with satisfaction: "How is it? Aren't you great?"
"Uh, awesome." Richard said. In terms of killing efficiency, Macbeth is indeed awesome.
"It's amazing." Nancy said seriously.
"Haha." Macbeth laughed, "As long as you are great. Okay, now the task is completed. We can return to the great ship and the White Stone Tower."
"By the way." Macbeth thought of something and looked at Richard and Nancy, "This time you followed me on the mission, and you suffered some hardships. Raymond died directly. Now that the mission is completed, shall I Should I give you some rewards, or compensation?"
"Um, this..."
"Well, here's this for you, Nancy." Macbeth took out the silver awl he had just used to kill from his arms and handed it to Nancy.
Nancy's eyes couldn't help but widen: "Lord Macbeth, this magic item is too precious. I..."
"Actually, it's not that precious." Macbeth said.
"Huh?" Nancy was puzzled, "Then you just killed so many people..."
"I was able to kill so many people just now because I was controlling it." Macbeth said lightly, "This pointed cone is just an ordinary offensive spell prop, and its ability depends mainly on the ability of the caster.
If you control it like me, you can naturally kill many people easily. As for you, even if you become a third-level wizard apprentice, in most cases you can only use it for sneak attacks. And it's best not to use it against enemies who are stronger than you, otherwise... well, it's easy to attack and be unable to take it back - it will be snatched away. "
At the end of the sentence, Macbeth's face turned slightly gloomy, as if he thought of something unsplendid in the past.
"Um..." Nancy caught the silver pointed cone and thanked her seriously, "Thank you, Lord Macbeth."
Macbeth didn't pay much attention and looked at Richard again: "As for you... take this."
"This is this?" Richard looked at the tube of golden liquid handed over by Macbeth, his eyes flashing.
"This thing is called 'Spartan Heroic Potion'." Macbeth said.
After hearing this, Richard's eyes flashed and he was touched by memories.
Spartan Heroic Potion
This seems to be what was recorded on the parchment found on the pirate ship.
A total of two pieces of parchment were found in the secret compartment of the pirate ship's cabin. The old parchment records the "Spartan Heroic Potion". The material is extremely complex, and many of them have never been heard of before.
The new parchment records the "One-eyed Violence Potion" and is also the prototype of the "Trial Sensitivity Potion" developed.
Obviously, the "Spartan Heroic Potion" is more effective than the "One-Eyed Violence Potion", but it was just that I couldn't study it because I didn't know enough about the wizarding world, but now there is a real thing.
Richard looked at Macbeth and heard Macbeth say: "This is a potion handed down from the ancient wizard civilization. Its function is to make people burst into powerful combat power in a short period of time. It has little side effects, and every time it is used, it will It can permanently enhance people's physical fitness.
Increased to the extreme, it is possible to stimulate a person's bloodline seeds. In my opinion, the chance of you becoming a wizard is not very high, but you can take the path of bloodline seeds, and then use potions to burn your life to become a wizard. Then potions like 'Spartan Heroic Potion' will be good for you. will be important.
However, the Spartan Heroic Potion is relatively rare, and the formula has been kept strictly confidential. I can only get this small tube, so you should use it sparingly.
Richard took the potion, looked at Macbeth, and said, "Thank you, Lord Macbeth." At the same time, thoughts were racing in his mind:
Can the "Spartan Heroic Potion" permanently enhance a person's physique and help activate blood seeds? And the formula is confidential and the quantity is rare
I have the recipe myself. In this case, if I get the actual product, can I research it and find a way to make it in large quantities? Even if bloodline seeds cannot be activated, physical fitness can still be improved. When you get to the White Stone Tower, you might be able to try selling it to others in exchange for some needed things.
Well... it does work after all.
"You're welcome." At this time, Macbeth waved his hand lightly and responded, "Okay, it's getting late, let's get on our way."
"Yes." Richard and Nancy nodded, and the next moment they followed Macbeth and rode quickly towards the distance.