This is where the power of war mages lies. They seem to be mobile forts one by one. In the dense queue that mainly uses cold weapons to hedge, the damage they cause is infinite!
That's right, this evaluation is very correct, it is infinite!
Because right now.
Kant's mage troops have not yet fully demonstrated their power.
As for these fireball techniques.
It's just an appetizer for mage apprentices!
As the staff lights up again, fist-sized energy balls appear in the faint fluorescence.
Then the apprentices threw them forward, just like throwing baseballs, but the speed was extremely fast. Compared with the stone balls thrown by the sling, they were thrown in pieces, and they hit the group of people head-on. Fanatics.
This is the most basic war spell of the mage apprentices of the Enfase Empire.
[Magic Bullet]
5 spell slots per person per day.
120 people means that 600 magic bullets were thrown out like overwhelming in the shortest time.
This kind of basic spell is almost instantaneous, and the casting time is only 0.5 seconds. If it is released by a mage, it will take only 0.3 seconds. However, when the legendary archmage casts a spell, it is almost a thought that can eject all this energy.
But now, the 600 energy bullets from the magic bullet technique seem to have covered the front of the group of fanatics.
It's like the heaviest, deadliest, and most irresistible hammer.
whizzed by.
In the end, it hit those fanatics heavily!
Then, the formation that had been bombarded by the fireball technique was full of holes, and then was smashed by the whistling energy bombs. They all opened their teeth and claws, and when they were about to pounce on the front row composed of Rhodoks, they backed up instantly.
Those fist-sized magic bullets exploded like the heaviest sledgehammer.
Little by little.
Very heavy.
Throw those half-demonized fanatics back.
Blood spewed out of the mouth, and the internal organs were even shattered by the hammer. With the blood gushing out of the mouth, fragments also appeared, and the painful expressions also appeared in the scarlet eyes!
Even with these half-demonized fanatics, they can't resist the pouring of spells after they have formed a scale!
120 mage apprentices.
Well-prepared weapons are enough to wipe out an elite team of nearly 500 people!
This is the advantage of the caster.
Otherwise, depending on the World of War Wind, various legendary creatures coexist.
As a human kingdom and one of the number one overlords on the mainland, the Enfase Empire can live well and even rule a large territory. The greatest contribution is the construction of war mages.
There is no need to study too advanced theories, nor do you need to contact too many spells.
The mage system is fully integrated with war.
Or.
It is to serve the war!
Only a few of the most powerful spells are studied.
Use the spell that is most suitable for the battlefield and has the most lethal and destructive power to win the victory on the battlefield!
The philosophy of the Enfas Empire is that I don’t need to win all enemies theoretically, as long as I physically eliminate them, then if I lose the theory that is skeptical, I will lose the market.
The one who survives is the winner!
Now.
Semi-demonic zealots really get a taste of the idea.
500+ fanatics were directly killed by 360 fireballs, and at least 800+ fanatics were injured in varying severity, and the next 600 energy bombs completely shattered the front row of fanatics.
These most basic and direct magic bullets killed nearly 200+ fanatics.
And just behind.
The formation of those fanatics has completely collapsed.
It completely lost the previous appearance of rushing towards it like a sea tide, trying to smash the rocks to pieces!
This means that they should have gone forward indomitable, with the madness brought about by the strong smell of blood, and with the violent power given by the devil, these are just ordinary humans in front of them, just looking at the slightly stronger human troops!
Of the 3,000 semi-demonic fanatics, more than half were lost in one charge!
next.
Those already sparse charges.
But they couldn't move at all, the Rhodoks' elite heavy infantry were ready and waiting!
The broad shield is like a low wall, but at the gap and top of the low wall, sharp spears stab straight ahead, just like daily training, stabbing in a uniform manner without any delay feel.
The golden spear tip pierced through the muscle that should have been harder than leather.
The black robe is torn.
But the body underneath was completely pierced by the spear point.
Black blood flowed in the bright red, and those half-demonized fanatics who were still charging fell in groups in front of the low wall of the Rhodoks, screaming and dying in the end.
Their counterattack, the long swords and hatchets in their hands, could only knock on the broad shield like a door.
Except for the harsh sound resounding through the space.
There are only a few traces left.
certainly.
There are also the corpses of this group of fanatics, layer by layer, stacked in front of the dense formation of the Rhodoks, forming a small city wall in a miserable way, getting higher and higher, and the number of people killed in battle is also increasing!
Face it head on, the Rhodoks are never afraid!
Compared with the fighting of cavalry.
Relying on them with mages and crossbowmen is much simpler.
The exchange on the battlefield is more advantageous. Often before the broad shield is smashed, they can desperately kill several fanatics who have fallen into madness, and even the low wall composed of layers of broad shields can stick to their positions.
It's really like defending a city, allowing those fanatics to break in after consuming a lot of troops.
The golden weapon deals damage to zealots.
Still fatal.
Layers of Rhodoks blocked the fanatics like a bloody battle.
Those zealots finally charged madly as if they were trapped in battle, like a millstone of flesh and blood.
Whoever is afraid and wants to retreat will lose this war. This is the slaughterhouse of life, the place where all living beings go to die. Whoever can truly control the East County Territory will be able to obtain the symbol of ultimate power!
Kant looked at everything in front of him coldly.
Salander's cavalry were dying.
The Rhodoks' infantry were dying.
And the enemy.
The fanatics of the dark red sect are also dying.
But he didn't continue to add reinforcements. There were only so many troops in his hands, but most of the troops currently fighting were still regular troops. The ace troops he really had in his hands hadn't attacked yet.
Such as lion knights, royal knights, and these mages who are ready to fight.
no action.
no action.
Because their lord Kant is still waiting.
His eyes looked forward, through the noisy and tumultuous battlefield.
Gibran also looked at himself with scarlet eyes, just like Kant looked at him.
are waiting.
PS: I recommend a friend's LOL novel "Please Don't Show It", it's very funny, I recommend everyone to read it if you are in a shortage of books.
(end of this chapter)