The giants' attack, in such an environment, their most terrifying attack is not to charge with heavy weapons, but to stand outside the range of the Scandinavians and throw boulders to attack.

Their throwing boulders, in terms of power, are no worse than the ballistae and catapults carefully crafted by the dwarves on the city walls, and compared to the ballistas and catapults, the giants also have the advantage of flexibility, which is a gap that the existing dwarf technology is difficult to make up, at least these dwarves in Scandinavia cannot create catapults and ballistas that can move and have without affecting their power.

They can launch a wave of attacks, then move their positions, and then unhurriedly launch a second attack, compared to them, ballistas and catapults will only be immobile targets, and they will easily be removed, along with those who are just beginning to become familiar with the operation of the equipment.

In addition, despite the fact that these giants look savage on the outside, and their attacks are also very savage, they are still very accurate when it comes to throwing stones, at least compared to those Scandinavians who are not skilled and unskilled.

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that these giants can throw stones about the size of their heads to a distance of several kilometers, and the hit rate is very high, especially the huge power makes such an attack contain a strong power, a blow can easily destroy a range of tens of meters around the target, as terrible as the bombs dropped by bombers in modern warfare.

Not to mention the mammoths, the huge bodies, walking on top of those flames, will definitely not be the flames engulfing their bodies, although the long hair on their bodies and the fat under the skin are the best fuel for the flames, but the hurricane carried by the mammoth charging will protect them at the same time, it will also blow out the flames in an instant.

But fortunately, the giants and mammoths have not yet begun to enter the battlefield, no matter what considerations the commanders of the Atila army have, the current situation is still within the acceptable range for the Scandinavians, even if everyone knows that such a so-called acceptability is a kind of mercy when the other party does not make full efforts.

The pride of the Scandinavians would never appreciate such mercy, and it seemed to them that keeping their hands in battle was an insult to them, a shame that could only be washed away with life and blood.

However, what the Scandinavians fought against the Atila army was not a battle of honor, but a war about the rise and fall of the two empires, and a war for the survival of tens of millions of intelligent beings within the two empires.

In the face of such a war, personal honor and disgrace are not so necessary, and many Scandinavians will think of their elderly parents, worried wives, and innocent children at home, and they will press the impulse in their hearts.

At best, he is even more frantic with his long-range weapons to mend those who are unable to move and are seriously injured, cursing loudly at the vile shamelessness of the other party.

Of course, Siegmund knew what was happening on the city walls, but he would not stop it, and it was better to let them vent their negative emotions in this way than to let them suppress their inner grievances in their hearts and have unpredictable consequences.

What's more, now he has to deal with the problem of the spellcaster, the previous spellcaster's performance was very good, completely implementing his defensive thinking, seeing the move-and-dismantle to deal with the attack of the Atila army, with maintaining his own vitality as the first benchmark.

Around the casters, some teenagers and girls dressed as slaves were wiping the bodies of the casters with towels, and they placed some coals around the field to make the area look extra warm and dispel the chill in their bodies.

Although the cold wind outside is blocked by the protective type of magic placed around, the cold is not so easy to dispel, and a comfortable environment can also allow the caster to relax mentally.

These people were not all slaves brought by the caster, and some of them were arranged for them by Zygmund in order to allow them to devote 100% of their energy to the battle as much as possible, and not be distracted by other trivial matters.

After all, picking up a cup of water when you're thirsty, and eating when you're hungry are things that can't be avoided, but they can distract the caster during the battle, waste their time, and affect their performance.

Such a thing is not a big deal if there is nothing in peacetime, but in such a war, when you are fully committed to fighting against the caster of Attila, a single negligence can lead to the failure of counter-magic, and it is possible to repeat yesterday's play.

Along the way, Siegmund did not greet those spellcasters one by one, because in such a situation, direct greeting is a very reckless thing, which will disturb the rest of the spellcasters, and looking at their appearance, they are not very welcome to Siegmund's arrival, and even in the depths of their eyes, there is a trace of ridicule and contempt.

Siegmund, as a legendary-strong man, could certainly feel what the casters here were like towards him, even if they seemed to have hidden their unwelcome attitudes very deeply.

With a smile like a spring breeze on his face, Siegmund nodded to each of the spellcasters who had set their eyes on him, and walked unhurriedly, passing through the resting spellcasters, and went straight to the most central position, where the entire spellcasters were the most powerful and where their commander was located.

A middle-aged man with only a few wrinkles on his face, but half of his hair turned silver-white, was sitting there, with several warm charcoal basins nearby, exuding warmth.

There was still steaming food and water in the place next to it, and several delicate girls stood quietly aside, looking at the man's eyes in addition to caution.

This is a normal thing, these young girls usually only choose in appearance and strength for the criteria for choosing a mate, and this man has both strong strength and handsomeness that makes people addicted to it, capturing the heart of the girl, but it is very simple.

This man is the most powerful person in the army except for Siegmund, a druid whose strength has reached the legendary level, if he fights Siegmund head-on, even if he is defeated, he has the confidence to retreat calmly.

"How's it going?"

Siegmund asked, judging from the appearance alone, the state of these spellcasters is actually not good, but what the real situation is, Siegmund still needs to know from the mouth of the spellcaster.

The best way to find out what is going on in an area that you are not familiar with is to ask someone with a lot of experience in the field and listen to what they have to say.

"It's ok, it's not over their limits yet. ”

The man who looks to be only middle-aged, but when he speaks, it is a very old voice, if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, it's hard to believe that the person who spoke is him.

Although the caster was slightly different from normal people in every sense, the caster in front of him gave Siegmund a sense of disobedience when he spoke.

This was something he had never felt among the spellcasters he had come into contact with, not even a monster as powerful as Alice, and she had not given him such a sense of disobedience.

It's as if something that doesn't belong to the man in front of you has been forcefully stuffed into the man's body, causing an indescribable sense of incongruity.

[Now is not the time to pay attention to these things, nor is it the time to explore the secrets of others]

Siegmund restrained the curiosity surging in his heart, and focused his attention on the topic of the caster, after all, at this time, no matter what kind of secrets the caster leader had, it was

"Limit......

For the Berserkers of Scandinavia, the so-called limit is to start the second madness in a weakened state after the madness, squeezing the last bit of life force in the body to bloom the flower of life.

Then, the limit of the caster is that the mental, physical, and magical power are all squeezed dry, and they have to use potions to overload the operation, and squeeze the vitality in the body for transformation.

During the Second Expedition to the West against Attila, some of the druids loyal to Barusenger resorted to this method, using their lives to perform magic beyond their own abilities against the Attila army.

"You can't go to the limit. ”

There was a moment of silence, and Zigmund said in a serious voice.

"You are Scandinavians, but you are also spellcasters, and you are an essential key factor in this battle, and as long as you continue to survive, even if you do nothing, just stand on the battlefield and appear in front of the Attila army, you will be able to influence this battle. ”

Not to mention other aspects, just in terms of morale, whether there is a caster or not are two concepts, the caster exists behind the scenes, even if there is nothing that can be done, as long as they are still there, then the warriors will believe that there is always hope that they can turn defeat into victory.

Just like those previous battles, one by one they were cornered, as if they would fall into the abyss of desperation in the next moment, but in the end, with the help of the caster, they reversed the normal situation and turned defeat into victory.

"I understand, you don't need to say much about the battlefield. ”

The spellcaster's leader shook his head at Zygmund's words, a hint of dissatisfaction in his words, without the slightest respect for the strong and his superiors.

As a spellcaster, or a spellcaster who has reached the legendary level, he has the ability and reason to despise others, even the warrior in front of him who also has legendary strength.

However, he soon realized that his tone was wrong, no matter what, Siegmund was the commander who led them, even if he was dissatisfied with the remnants of this Barushinger in his heart, he should not and could not show it at this time, which would only affect the prestige of the other party and force the other party to cut himself in order to establish his prestige.

Not to mention, if such a tone is heard by others, it will affect the morale of the entire army, think about the conflict between the highest strength and the highest status person in the army, then it is impossible for the soldiers below to continue to fight the enemy with peace of mind.

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to me here, I won't let those Atila Army guys get a favor from me. ”

This legendary mage is one of the Goths who is extremely hostile to the Balusengers, and the most unhappy of the entire army when Siegmund becomes their commander.

It's not because he has any unresolvable hatred with Siegmund and Barushinger, but as a member of the victors who defeated the Barushinger clan, as a member of the team who personally participated in that battle, it is still very uncomfortable for him to obey the orders of the loser like this.

"I don't care what you're thinking right now. ”

Siegmund easily saw through the emotions and thoughts hidden in the other party's eyes.

"Now you are part of the legion that defended the Attila army in Upland, and secondly you are part of the Scandinavian Empire, a member of the Scandinavian army that served Emperor Siegel. ”

"Finally, don't forget, you are a noble spellcaster, don't do anything at this time that disgraces you, your family, the gods are watching this war from heaven, and only the brave can be rewarded by the gods. ”

Zygmund leaned over to the caster, patted him on the shoulder with one hand, and put his mouth close to the caster's ear, speaking slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

With that, Zygmund patted the other man on the shoulder again, expressed his kindness, turned around with a smile, made a farewell gesture, and then walked towards the other mages, the weak spellcasters who seemed unable to hold on to the battle.

Many of these spellcasters are druids, and they are from Barusenga's side, and in the battle that destroyed Barusenga, they surrendered to Siegel for fear of death and other reasons.

They traded their freedom and service to Siegel for the right to survive the war and survive in the Scandinavian Empire.

Of course, because they did the most despicable thing in the Scandinavian tradition - surrender, they were marginalized in their later lives, both in their ordinary life and when they participated in battles.