Duke Mellon stood with his hands in his hands, and he looked at the roaring Saint-Malo people below the city without panic and steady.

By this time, the army of Saint-Malo had reached a distance of six hundred paces, and suddenly, the soldiers who were walking in front felt the road under their feet loosen somewhat, and then they clung their feet and shouted.

Seeing the blood oozing from the soles of their feet, the loose earth was covered by sharp spikes, and the simple traps that were originally used to defend the cavalry horses were now used by the infantry.

The wounded soldiers in the first row were in pain and stood unsteadily, and the formation of the team immediately became chaotic, the soldiers in the back did not slow down, and the people in front of the straight push kept falling to the ground, and the team did not stop and stepped on the fallen people to continue to move forward, and the soldiers who were stepped on were wailing in pain, the bones of the light ones were broken, and the heavy ones died on the spot.

The slightly disorganized army, under the command of the commanders, quickly regrouped and marched forward, and when they rushed to the five hundred paces, the ground under the feet of the first few rows of soldiers suddenly sank, and the ground turned out to be a thin plank covered with dirt.

The planks could not withstand the treading of too many people, and with a clatter, the soldiers fell into the pit in rows, the depth of which was more than three people, and in which countless sharpened stakes were buried.

Those who fell into the pit were pierced directly by the stakes, and the soldiers who did not stab them could not die on the spot, they convulsed their hands and feet, howled in pain, and their miserable cries were heard throughout the battlefield.

Rosa couldn't bear to look at the Saint-Malo soldiers who fell into the trap, but she knew the cruelty of war, and in the face of war, either you died or I died!

Outside the trap pit, the soldiers of Saint-Malo were so frightened that they did not dare to move forward, and the commander of Saint-Malo Count Sid waved his hand, and a sharp horn sounded from the rear of the battlefield.

This time the sound of the trumpet was short and rapid, and at the sound of the trumpet, the shamans simultaneously sang a long, obscure war song.

The sound of the war song was like a curse that hit the soldier's heart, and the soldier's face suddenly lost timidity, but all that was left was fanaticism and determination, only to see that the soldiers in the front row actually ignored life and death, with an indomitable momentum, roared and jumped into the trap.

They followed one after the other, and the one in front jumped and the one behind did not hesitate to jump again, and in the blink of an eye the pit was filled with the corpses of the soldiers.

A few people in Haixin were shocked when they saw this situation, what kind of magic did this make them look at death so much?

Seeing the confusion of the Haixin people, Pol explained: "This is the berserk war song of the Samman priest of St. Malo, this war song can make their warriors go crazy in an instant. ”

"It's not as effective as the Berserker's Class Frenzy, but it's still very significant, it allows Warriors to see death as if they were at home, fearless, and nearly doubles their attack and speed!"

"However, the most terrifying thing is that after the expiration of this berserk war song, the warriors have no after-effects of the madness, and the berserk war song can be said to be the most useful auxiliary war song for shamans. ”

Haixin was dumbfounded when he heard this, and thought to himself, the shaman's auxiliary attack is so powerful, and the soldiers become berserkers when the legion fights, how powerful is that combat power?

The soldiers of Saint-Malo stepped on the corpses in the pit and continued to move forward, and they came much closer to the wall, and had reached about four hundred paces.

However, at this time, Duke Mellon took action, only to hear him shout: "Magician Corps, Storm Brigade obey orders! Legion magic - Tempest Blade!"

Duke Mellon gave an order, and the wind mage brigade of the mage corps of the mage corps collectively began to chant incantations, and with the sound of the spell, the wind elements on the city wall raged, and then the magicians pointed their staffs, and small crescent wind blades shot out.

One or two thousand magicians cast spells collectively, and the scene was so spectacular, only to see countless wind blades flying forward in the air, and the wind blades continued to merge during the flight, gradually getting bigger and bigger, and finally the wind blades in the sky fused together to become a huge and incomparable giant wind blade.

The wind blade slashed horizontally at the Saint-Malo soldiers like a large knife, cutting off a large area of Saint-Malo soldiers at the waist like cutting wheat.

Suddenly, blood gushed and splattered the ground, and the blood of the soldiers stained the ground crimson......

As soon as the wind blade appeared, Duke Mellon's order was issued again: "Magician Corps, Flame Brigade listens to orders! Storm Brigade listens to orders! Legion magic - Blazing Fire Tornado!"

This time, the magic is a combination of the Fire Mage Brigade and the Wind Mage Brigade.

As the soldiers of the Wizard Corps chanted incantations, the sky gradually became thick with red clouds, and the wind blew fiercely under the red clouds, making it difficult for the soldiers of Saint-Malo to walk.

Then the flaming fire snakes with thick bowls in the red clouds spitted snake letters and meandered down, the fire snakes met the wind, the wind rose and the fire rose, and then the fire snake was blown and suddenly accelerated and rotated.

The flames spun faster and thicker, and finally, above the St. Malo soldiers' heads, they turned into a dragon of flames spinning at high speed.

The flame tornado formed by the fire dragon swept through the soldiers below with a roar, and those who were swept up were violently blown away, and the armor was burned red in the air, and the hair and exposed skin were burned and melted.

The soldiers on the ground who were not blown off the edge of the fire tornado will also be lit with cloth and start to burn, and the soldiers on the battlefield scream in pain, wailing one after another, and the fire tornado is like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, forming a vacuum in front of the battlefield.

Haixin and Rosa had never seen so many magicians perform magic at the same time, and the gorgeous magic was not only dazzling, but it also took more human lives!

The two waves of large-scale combined magic before and after the Wizard Corps took away a full 10,000 lives, and the war was so cruel and bloody, Rosa thought to herself, how good it would be if the Saint-Malo people did not come to invade, and how beautiful it would be if there was no war in the world!

But imagination is imagination, and at the moment the people of Saint-Malo are still charging bravely, and they can only charge with infantry, because the army of Saint-Malo does not have such a large army of magicians.

Their shamans are only auxiliary troops, they don't have the terrifying large-scale attack magic of magicians, and their shamans are as precious as mages from other countries, how can they be allowed to die in a costly siege without contribution?

What is needed most for the siege? What is needed most is cannon fodder, of course......

Saint-Malo was overwhelmed with soldiers, and although the magic was sharp, it was only a drop in the bucket, but it still couldn't stop the invaders.

Moreover, the violent magic seemed to stimulate their wildness, they ran wildly, and in the blink of an eye they reached a distance of more than two hundred paces, Duke Mellon frowned and shouted: "The archer regiment obeys the order! Elevation angle 45 degrees, alternate shooting!"

Hearing the order for the archers to start shooting, Hai Xin also said to Frank: "Frank, shoot the man first and shoot the horse, capture the thief and capture the king first, and the heads of those officers are handed over to you!"

"Don't worry! None of them will want to run!" Frank tightened his bow and arrows, and his spirit was high!

Now on, our Frank, is in battle!