Chapter Twenty-Eight: Riding Down the Mountain, Invincible

"Report to Lord Praval, the Sea Clan fleet has been spotted at three o'clock. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The adjutant ran to the general who was standing on the flagship deck and looked ahead, he handed the telescope in his hand to the general and stood quietly waiting for orders, Praval looked in that direction through the telescope, dozens of warships with the flag of the Sea Clan were heading in the same direction as them, this kind of telescope enchanted by the archmage has a visual distance of sixty nautical miles, due to the high cost and scarcity of materials, only the legions of the three major fortresses can be equipped with such equipment.

Judging by the size of the image and the adjusted multiplier, the Sea Clan fleet was about fifty nautical miles away from them, and neither side was within the other's attack range.

"Keep an eye on these Sea Clan fleets, rush to Cankula Harbor at full speed, and then send the news to Master Negru and the fortress to ask for additional naval forces." As the commander of the 86th Legion, Praval naturally will not impulsively do some reckless things, he knows that the most important thing now is to lift the siege of Cankula Harbor, and it is impossible for his troops to deal with dozens of Sea Clan warships, at least three times the number of opponent's warships and fully equipped with ultra-long-range naval guns, the Sea Clan's research on warships is much more than all human empires, and many tactics cannot be effective under this suppression, Even Manov's previous tactics were to allow the ten ships to harass the enemy while the enemy target was locked on the ground, and to fight head-on like moths to a fire.

"Yes!" The adjutant turned around and returned to the command room of the ship building to contact Negru with the teleportation crystal, but in less than a minute, he ran back with an anxious expression: "Report to Lord Praval, now Master Negro is organizing to deal with the enemy's magic cannon fire and has no time to receive the message, and the representative is the Governor of Cankula Harbor, Hisali, who needs to discuss this matter with Manov, the commander of the Fifth Regiment of the 26th Legion." ”

"It seems that the situation over there is urgent, but Manov is really messing around, he actually let the governor go to the battlefield in person, we have to hurry, it is not long before the port is here!" Praval blamed Manov without knowing the truth, after all, it was her own request for Hisali to go to the front line to help, and Manov couldn't stop him if he wanted to.

Outside the second wall of Canqula Harbor, the original appearance has changed, after the baptism of the magic cannons at the beginning, a large area of ravines and scorched earth has now disappeared, replaced by a large "basin" with a diameter of twenty kilometers and still growing, the heavy cavalry is not chaotic out of trust in their companions, they are still constantly chasing and killing the enemy troops in front of them who are constantly retreating, 20,000 Sea Clan infantry are only less than 10,000 at the moment, General Noval's indiscriminate naval artillery baptism order makes their military hearts shake, The constant scene of dirt rising from the ground behind the heavy cavalry made them feel like they were seeing demon soldiers.

Seeing that the beach is getting closer and closer, in order to pursue greater coverage of naval guns, the area where the Sea Clan fleet is anchored is located not far from the beach, which means that if it is as Manov thought, it will not be long before the cavalry will enter a safe distance, and at that time, what they have to do is to prevent the enemy from distancing themselves from the beach through constant harassment, the bows and arrows behind them have been blessed by magic, although they are not as good as professional magic archers, but once the fire is gathered, the impact is enough to make the Sea Clan ships that rashly turn their direction turn on their sides, Even if the defense of the battleship is turned on its side by the strong impact, it will be like a living coffin.

"I'm going to see how long you can last!" Noval and his guards set up an array on the beach, and as soon as the heavy cavalry arrived, they would be fiercely counterattacked, and the general himself gave up hope of survival, which would rekindle the fighting spirit of some of the remaining remnants of the army, and this would be his last battle, as a sea clan general.

"Damn, I can't hold on... Negro covered his left eye with his hand, the unstoppable blood overflowed from his fingers, the blood-red blood vessels in his right eye were clearly visible, and the terrifying magic power consumption was quite devastating to the brain of the magic envoy, although with the assistance of many magic envoys next to him, no matter how strong the consumption was, it could be quickly recovered, but this was like a roller coaster, the drop between the trough and the peak for a while was not comfortable even for the great mage, not to mention that now the magic power in the body of those assisted magic envoys was not much, and if it continued like this, the forbidden spell would collapse sooner or later, There will be a thousand sacrifices of warriors in that way.

At this moment, a clear stream poured into Negro's mind, and the mana that had begun to appear to make up for the invincibility returned to stability again, and he turned his head in some surprise to find that Hisali was standing next to him, inputting his magic into the magic array, which was like a charcoal in the snow, although it couldn't last too long, but at least the forbidden spell could last for a while longer.

"I'm sorry, Nazran and Suit, the two seniors, due to the serious consumption of mana in the previous battle, now only I have more mana." Hisali smiled, she had rushed to help Negru after she had told Manov that reinforcements had appeared, and the teleportation crystal had been handed over directly to Manov, so that he could get information about Praval as soon as possible.

Airplanes!

The magic array shone with a brown light, and the magic lines that had been dimming in the past two minutes lit up again, and Hisali's magic input brought back the partially suspended functions of the magic array, and in this way, it could last a few minutes longer than the original, Hisali's magic power could not have achieved such an effect, but after the magic array was activated to a fully operational state, the efficiency of the use of magic would also be increased to the maximum.

"These guys... The corners of Noval's mouth twitched when he saw that the land that had not weakened at all but was getting faster and faster, although he knew that the one who could use such a magic must be the Great Magus, but to be able to fight against his magic cannon for so long was not only not weakened, but stronger and stronger, which was completely beyond his expectations, but all this did not mean much to him, because the figure of the heavy cavalry in front had appeared, and there were not many remnants who could evacuate to this side.

"For the Saran Empire!" The other heavy cavalry had already slowed down and fought with the surrounding Sea Clan, and the knight who was dressed differently from the other companions at the leader waved the double-edged axe in his hand and rushed straight towards Noval, and the Sea Clan warriors immediately wanted to step forward to stop but were cut down by two axes, and the eyed war horse had already rushed to Noval's body, and the double-edged axe with a cold glow swung towards the Sea Clan general with an unstoppable momentum.

Zheng!

The sound of weapons clashing sounded, and the mace in Noval's hand blocked the double-edged axe, although the impact caused him to tear apart, but it still blocked it, and the knight noticed that the enemy's arm was bruised, just like the raging soldiers before, although only the arm changed.

"I'm Novar, the commander of the Eighteenth Legion of the Sea Clan, who is Your Excellency? Get your name in! ”

"Konstantin Finken, commander of the Fourteenth Legion of the Saran Empire, the one who has come to take your head!"