Chapter Eighty-Five: The Magical Council

The feeding armor-piercing shells fired by the Italian cannon only slightly blocked the soul barrier, and then tore through the thin layer of film, and the high-speed rotating shells smashed heavily on the monster's body, causing a burst of light, and finally consumed all the kinetic energy under the monster's own defensive magic and stopped.

And the few demonic beasts that were hit were also uncomfortable, almost every demonic beast that was hit was hit by several bullets at the same time, and under one blow, almost half of the mana of the body was consumed!

After all, he had never received such a blow, and he was a little unimpressed when he first heard the screaming sound of the cannonballs, especially when he saw the orcs lying on the ground, he couldn't help but show a sneering expression on his face.

With this little guts, you are still embarrassed to be my master to enslave me? It's really blind to mix with you waste, and when this battle is over, I see that Lao Tzu doesn't want to destroy the Stone of Oath, and find a woods to go freely.

Who knew that he would be taught to be a man in minutes by this sudden artillery fire, ah no, he was a beast.

Although the average height of the orcs is more than 1.8 meters, the muscles are bulging, and the appearance of lying on the ground looks extremely obscene, just like riding on Nidolan, King Nido, full of philosophical atmosphere.

But I can't stand it safely, you know, this is all the experience summed up with blood by the orc elites who were beaten by artillery under the Windy City during the night attack.

Before the monsters who had been beaten here adjusted their mentality, another wave of Italian artillery shells struck again with a terrifying scream!

You must know that the goblin soldiers of the independent regiment are different from those goblin militias who have just come into contact with artillery weapons, after more than a month of hard training by Derek, rapid-fire guns like Italian guns, basically each artillery group has done a limit of two rounds per second, and it is easy.

"Poof!" is the sound of a cannonball entering the flesh.

In the second round of shelling, the monster, which was slightly weaker in magic and a little upright, still followed the instructions of the beast tamer and stood in front of the orc soldiers, but was hit by several shells at the same time.

The huge size brings incredible strength and speed, but also a larger force area.

The special armor-piercing warhead is twice as heavy as the warhead of an ordinary armor-piercing bullet, and even if it is blocked by the fur, it is only a slight slowdown.

The cannonball that penetrated the fur and penetrated the flesh at first glance continued to castrate in the body of the demonic beast, until all kinetic energy was exhausted, and then it stopped, leaving only a tattered beast corpse, standing straight and standing in place.

Elder Crow is in a hurry, these soldiers are the foundation of the Red Moon Tribe's foothold on the grassland not to be attacked by other tribes! The soul barrier has just been shattered, and two demonic beasts have been lost!

"Don't stop! Run for me! Humans already know where we are, and we can only survive if we stay where we are! Only by rushing to the city and killing them all, can we live!"

Elder Raven kicked one of the soldiers lying on the ground and roared loudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, another wave of cannonballs struck.

"Disperse! Scatter and run! Rush towards Windy City!"

Thanks to Elder Raven's usual prestige among the Red Moon Tribe, his words finally had a little effect, and the soldiers got up, no longer caring about any mines or mines, and roared and scattered into a large ball, and rushed towards Windy City.

Stay in place is also death, rushing up is also death, Lao Tzu will die to pull a cushion, not to mention that if you hit the luck and do not die on the way to charge, enter the city Lao Tzu to kill a happy one, must kill those weak chicken mages who only know how to put magic!

The orc soldiers rushed up in front of him, and the monsters with flexible brains also followed the orcs to rush up in a fake way, running while keeping an eye on waves of artillery, jumping high at the slightest breeze, leaving only the orcs who couldn't jump up to die on the spot.

......

In the air, above the clouds, there was a strange-looking wooden ship, narrow and sailless, which looked a little similar to the yacht of a rich man.

"Captain, do you think we still need to take action? I think the troops of this Windy City are fighting well, and this city should be saved. On the boat, a young mage in a blue robe asked with a smile on his face as he looked down at the big mage next to him.

Obviously, this big man should be the head of this strange ship.

In the eyes of the big mage with his head lowered, the six-pointed star pattern circle glowing with a faint red light turned slightly, and said lightly, "There is no need. ”

"Then why can't we leave yet?I lost fifty gold coins to Raphael yesterday, hurry back and I'll win it back~" The young mage who asked sat down on the deck very unimpressively, leaned back, and lay directly at the captain's feet to bask in the sun.

You need to know that fifty gold coins is not a small amount, after the previous article, in the Cairns continent, the purchasing power of a magic council general gold coin is almost equal to the level of twenty or thirty thousand yuan!

This young mage actually lost the equivalent of more than one million yuan overnight, and he was still accustomed to it, and his magnanimity was obvious.

The captain glanced down, couldn't help but get angry, and kicked the young mage up: "You repeat the mission of our operation again." ”

"According to the assessment of the Magic Council, Duke Mountbatten has mastered 80% of the army of the Kingdom of Lane, and this regime change will be completed at a very fast speed, so he ordered the Seventh Task Force to come to maintain order, and on the premise of not affecting the regime change, the future orcs will be annihilated. ”

Seeing that the captain was angry, the young mage finally put away his laziness a little, sat up and replied solemnly.

"Yes, then do you know whose banner is in this Windy City?" the captain's usually calm tone rarely showed a hint of banter.

"Isn't it Duke Mountbatten's?" asked the young mage of course.

"No, it's the lion banner of the royal family of Lane. ”

"What?!Did the royal family of Ryan transfer all the knights to this small town?!, they don't want the king?"

According to the latest information from the Magic Council before leaving, King Ryan had just used the only two knights and two forbidden legions he could control to wipe out the few legions in the royal capital, and the situation was not optimistic.

Because outside the city, there are eleven main kingdom legions led by Duke Mountbatten who are approaching the royal capital, and once the war starts, it is estimated that the royal capital will not last long at all, so the Magic Council will choose to support Mountbatten's new forces in this game as early as possible.

Of course, these are only secondary reasons, and the main reason is probably because the new member of parliament happens to be the younger brother of the Duke of Mountbatten.