Dozens of low-level mages rushed to the city wall, all of them were Imperial soldiers in charge of guarding Haichao City, and they had also learned about the repair of magic cannons. Therefore, these people came up with two tasks, one was to see where the malfunction of the magic cannon was, and to see if they could be repaired in a short time. Another mission is to help the guards on the city walls suppress the offensive of the Hawke Empire.

"No, the built-in energy source has been completely destroyed, and there is no way to fix it in a short time!" the mages quickly concluded.

"Hell, how the hell did they do it? There wasn't even a single scar on this magic cannon, how could the molten hedron inside lose its effect?"

"It could be the failure of the fused fire crystal caused by low temperatures, and I can't think of any other reason than this. The other mage thought with his chin rested.

"You're saying these fused spars were damaged by the 'low temperatures' of the summer? No kidding! I couldn't sleep last night when it was hot! How could the fused spars fail?" the first mage didn't seem convinced by this explanation.

The second mage frowned: "How do I know about this kind of thing? This magic cannon was not designed by me, if you want to ask, please ask the dean!"

"You!" the first mage was furious.

"That's enough!" a small officer standing next to the two of them scolded angrily: "You two quarrel and show me the occasion! The Yankees are about to attack, since the magic cannon can't be repaired immediately, then do me something that can resist the attack of the Yankees! Damn, why are the guys from the Academy of Magic only chirping here?"

The two young mages looked at each other, they had wanted to punish the officer who had offended them. But looking at the black and oppressive Hawk Imperial soldiers, and the gloomy faces of the Stoke soldiers around them. The two of them ended up wisely choosing not to have a seizure.

And such a scene has been repeated on the walls of Haichao City I don't know how many times, but no matter how reluctant those mages are in their hearts, they don't dare to let their own temperament come at the moment. So in the end, these mages also stood honestly on the city wall and began to use their own spells to suppress the attack of the Hawke Empire.

Mages are the rarest and most noble group of people in the world, they are feared by ordinary people, respected by other warriors, and even those in power in society cherish them. For example, if a mage is taken prisoner, he will not be killed easily unless he is guilty of the most heinous crimes. This unwritten rule was common between the two empires.

So, although these mages reluctantly obeyed their commander's orders and began to fight, their perfunctory response was almost obvious. This once again angered the bloody Stoke defenders.

"Give me your heart!Your fireball didn't kill even a single person!Is it possible for a mage not to have an archer?!" An officer couldn't help but scold.

"What's the matter? Fireballs are much more difficult to manipulate than bows and arrows, why don't you try it?" the mage rolled his eyes, looking like a fool.

"You're a passive response! If you go back, you're going to be judged martial!" the officer was furious.

"Then please let me live until I go back. The mage smiled darkly, and he turned his head to the officer's side and whispered, "I'm a mage, so even those northerners won't make it too difficult for me." If I cooperate, I can have a good time eating and drinking over there. But what about you, just an eighth-level warrior who has just entered the middle rank, and people of this level are grabbing a lot of people in the north. What do you think will happen to you if you are captured?"

"You!" the officer resisted with his best efforts the urge to slash him with a sword. He reluctantly said: "This city will not necessarily be lost. ”

"Don't lie to yourself, a big reason why we have survived so far is because we have a magic cannon to rely on. But now that the magic cannon has been destroyed, you thousands of people alone want to resist the 60,000 army of the Hawke Empire? Fools say that dreams must have a limit, right?" the mage analyzed for a while, and he continued: "Moreover, the magic cannon is also handed over to you city wall guards at night. All fifty magic cannons have been destroyed, and even if Haichao City can be defended this time, you little minions will inevitably be thrown out by those adults as scapegoats and cut down. Oh, I'm sorry, I just found out that if you say that, you're dead. I beg your pardon for speaking too bluntly. ”

The officer ...... was silent, because the mage was telling the truth, and he had no way to refute it. He served the empire and fought bravely for the empire, but no matter how hard he tried, in the end, was it still a dead end?

"If you are reincarnated, remember to be a mage next time. The mage looked at the officer's resentful expression with satisfaction.

But after a while, all the expressions on the officer's face disappeared, and he said lightly to the mage, "If you are reincarnated, remember not to turn your back on the battlefield next time." ”

Immediately afterwards, the officer dodged sideways. Then the mage who was facing him just now was hit by a sudden flying stone, and this guy was smashed into meat sauce by a huge stone without even making a sound. Only half of his body was still exposed, making unconscious convulsions.

"Phew, idiot, just a low-level mage, really hold yourself up to the sky, people on the battlefield don't care if you are a mage or not!" the officer got up and couldn't help but scold at the mage's corpse.

Although the stone just now moved a lot, not many soldiers were moved by it. They all numbly carried out the orders of their superiors like emotionless machines, shooting arrow after arrow at the soldiers of the Hawke Empire. However, the other two mages saw the scene where the officer was dead just now, and they kept glancing here with their eyes, not knowing what was going on in their minds.

The long ladder of the siege has been erected on the city wall, and the officer has drawn his long sword: "The enemy is coming up soon, prepare me! Let this group of northern idiots know how powerful we are!"

"Whew!"

......

Rondo exerted his strength, his massive body gaining upward velocity under the strength of his arms. With this speed, Rondo crossed directly from the battering ladder to the city walls.

"Kill him!" the officer was the first to rush forward with his sword.

"Lao Tzu just killed an officer under the city, why did another one pop up now. Rondo furrowed his thick eyebrows, and then fought with five or six Stokers.

Although there are many more people in the local area than himself, how can Rondo's strength be comparable to theirs? With his strength, there is no problem even being a captain. But this man has never been reused because of his short temper, disobedience to discipline, trouble, courage and lack of strategy. It wasn't until he met Kordak half a year ago that this man became the biggest officer alive so far, the squadron leader.

"Drink!" Rondo let out a mighty battle cry, then slashed his massive two-handed sword in a circle. The Stoke soldiers who had besieged him were killed by him with a single sword.

With Rondo's violent sweeping, many Hawke Imperial soldiers also took the opportunity to climb the city walls. Gradually, the Stoke defenders on Haichao City already seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

"I surrender!" a low-level mage hurriedly said loudly when he saw Rondo slaughtering him violently.

"Surrender?" Rondo was stunned, surrendering before the battle was over?

"I'm a mage, and I'm asking you to give me the treatment that a mage deserves!" the mage revealed his identity with a bit of pride.

But he didn't expect that Rondo's eyes would turn red when he heard this. With a single sword, he cut off the head of the smug mage. Then he scolded at his corpse: "Damn, mage, you are arrogant! Our leader was seriously injured by you Stoke mages!

In fact, Rondo is working so hard today, on the one hand, because he has not participated in the war for a long time. On the other hand, it was also because the middle-level mage officer who seriously injured Kordaq last time was not only not executed after being captured, but was served by the Hawke Empire with good food and drink. In addition to the lack of personal freedom, life is even more nourishing than that of Tarondo.

At that time, this guy was so angry that he wanted to make a fuss, if it weren't for Kuroko, Alberon, and Vera trying their best to stop it. I'm afraid this guy is going to be killed directly in the Manhattan General's military tent!

Hmph! Mid-level mages can't be killed, captives can't be killed, so now these low-level mages who attack us should be able to kill, right?

At the thought of this, Rondo began to fight, glancing around with his bell-like eyes. Whenever he saw a Stoke man in a cloth robe, it was as if he were naked. Female color. Wolves pounced. Along the way, he actually killed three low-level mages directly!

"Haha! another sissy in a cloth robe, will you show me another trick?" Rondo grinned as he approached the fourth mage.

"I'm a mage, I surrender, I demand to be treated as a mage!" said the mage's voice trembled.

"Don't talk to me about the treatment, in Lao Tzu's place, the treatment of a mage is only death!" Rondo lifted his two-handed sword, which had already curled a little after an unknown amount of time of slashing. Moreover, the original bright sword body has been completely covered by blood, and has become a blood-red murder weapon.

"Die!" Getting tired of each beheading, Rondo decided to split the guy in two from top to bottom.

The greatsword fell with unparalleled power, but a pitch-black longsword suddenly appeared. It was too late, and at that moment, the low-level mage saw that the black sword was only lightly raised, and then completely unloaded Rondo's strength, and Rondo, who was as strong as an ox, stumbled as if he had slashed into a wall, and almost sat on the ground.