The mage on the mount either uses his magic to break through the enemy's contradictory sword and other formations and then spends time trampling, or he constantly flies the archer's kite with the advantage of flexible distance.

However, it is they who tie the kite string today.

It was already very difficult for ordinary infantry to maintain formation under the pressure of cavalry, especially the cavalry of the Alien Beast Mage.

The spearmen held their breath, controlled the tremor of their feet, and tried to maintain formation behind the rejection of their horses, waiting for the commander to give the order to shoot. They came from the hundred-man squad of the most elite Cone Catapult under the command of Offy Mondridge, and the commander, trembling with excitement, was convinced that their weapons had a sufficient range advantage.

In the dim moonlight, the first beast rushed through the stairs along the river that represented the blockade with an eerie and oppressive aura. Is it a coincidence? Or was it meant to be? Most of the cavalry had slowed down early.

"Put!" At this moment, a neat gunshot rang out.

"The spear went off?! That's a magic wand?! Before these words could pop out of the mouths of the charging magicians, the cone bomb had already quietly visited in a graceful arc.

The Pink Guns, with five right-handed rifling wires drilled out of the barrel, were more accurate than their predecessors. Dozens of alien cavalry were not ready to unfurl their shields at all, and most of them were lost in the first round of shooting.

"Pipe!" On the other hand, the Spearmen didn't have time to examine their results, and the commander stepped back and began to order the soldiers to reload a second shot. "Gun butt on the ground, reload ammunition, hurry, hurry! Don't drag down the whole team because of one person! ”

"The bewildered cavalry is going to fight back." On the castle, Rucha was indeed shocked by the large range and power displayed by the magic spear team. However, the almost fanatical cavalry, after losing more than half of it, circled a few times and then entered a state of acceleration again.

"Actually let the lowly Elta people have magic to deal with us, and at least the magic of the academy level!" The mage, who took the place of the leading cavalry, glanced at his comrades who had fallen to the ground, their bodies turning out all kinds of blood and filth, and his heart was clear - if he didn't defeat the enemy before the second magic CD, he would be like that.

"What are you worried about?" Offy Mondridge was still holding a slap of spiced peanuts in his hand. "You see. Hold your horses. ”

The second row at the back showed the advantage at this point. In the midst of the staggered procession, they took a step forward with their heads held high, continuing to raise their guns firmly.

"Aim, hold your breath!" The command knife slashed down as if it had cut through the air, and slashed straight at the cavalrymen. "Shoot!"

"Me. . ”

The new leader of the mage cavalry only knew that the bastards under the command of Orf, Mundridge, had unleashed another spell.

Why Are CDs So Short? I don't know.

Why are the Elta so strong? I don't know.

In the next second, the temporary commander who was in the lead, riding a big horse with horns, was hit hard by two conical buckshots, and the inertia caused him to lean back and fall to the ground violently.

"A fool would turn over a hole card with only one card." Offe Mondrich clapped his hands and shook the peanut skin in his hand to the ground - such a scene was sparse and ordinary, just a repetition of the usual training. Not to mention that this time the cavalry did not have an advantage in numbers, and the surface of the charge was extremely narrow, which was suitable for the defenders to perform their stunts.

"Huh? That's it? Rucha's jaw almost hit the ground. Is this magic, or is it heretical technology of otherworldly people? ”

Yurde's face was a little gloomy. In the midst of the battle of the canyon, the distant sound was so similar to the gunshot. Orfe Mondridge actually calmly used this new weapon in the brother's wall, which made his back feel a little cold.

Offe Mondridge touched his chin: "Well, I did steal the technology of the Otherworldly. But what I'm improving isn't the weapons of the otherworldly, it's magic. The weapons in their hands are still essentially magic weapons, and that's it. ”

"I thought you were going to blow up all these thieves with a powder bomb. I didn't expect that there was something more surprising to my subordinates than this," Youerde's tone suddenly became respectful. "My lord is worthy of being a wise rival country, and I envy my generation!"

Your kneeling and licking skills also envy my generation! The other two also had this sentence in their minds.

"Up-on-gun blade!" The battle below is not over yet, and according to Orfman Mondridge's orders, the battlefield commander can choose to kill them all, or catch a few alive to ask for credit.

"We won? We won! Win! Cheers rose sharply behind the rejection of the horses, and for the first time, the Elta people with magic spears on their backs felt the joy of "defeating the strong with the weak" in the face of overwhelming force. Once upon a time, the magicians of the Western Expeditionary Army were almost two dimensional beings with them, and they were despised and slandered on the streets—and some people came directly to ask for trouble.

It can be said that even if the magicians do not die, the internal conflict between the forces in these three armies will break out sooner or later. Under this premise, the widely disseminated open letter was only a fuse.

The most intolerable magicians jumped out as expected, as everyone could have expected. It's just that the transport ship of the gods of the present world was robbed and the towns on the western border were completely lost, and these big black cauldrons that belonged to them or didn't belong to them had to be brought to life by the guys who jumped out.

"Why did we lose before? Look at the fallen traitors, are they exactly the same as our army before them? Offe Mondridge waved his hand and led the two people behind him through the corridor of the Hanging Garden, pointing out the country as they went.

"Yes......" The two of them, both of whom were lower in rank than Orfe Mondridge, now thought that their abilities were far inferior to the one in front of them, and they drooped their heads.

The brave and combative church troops didn't even know if the enemy had three heads and six arms, so they ran back with their buttocks covered and their heads down. Of course, this is not just a question of troops, but of weapons and tactics. ”

The two people from the "right ......" army can only nod their heads to this "preaching", after all, they are experienced in this area, and they are so high that they don't know where they are. It's not a bad thing to have such a boss teach a little life experience.

"If everyone in our army has the strength of the academy high-level magicians, then we can deal with the enemy cavalry like that. However, based on the current resources, I can only carry out reforms in the tactics of the grassroots infantry. ”

The two of them scolded again: The chief can be done with a few people, a few thunderstorms, and a few strong winds, isn't it over?

The words "physical problems" have been stuck in the throat.

"If I were given time, I would be able to turn all the Western Expeditionary Army into this. When a high-level magician dies, he is dead, and with our ability, we can only repair it, and the elves can't be resurrected. However, as long as the weapons and training of the magic spearmen can continue to keep up with the consumption, the combat effectiveness of the Western Expeditionary Army is endless and endless! At this point, Offy Mondridge stopped.

"It's a pity that the stupid old man above decided to replace you?" Yourde has already calculated a seven-seven-eighty-eight.

"Yes, that's right." The tone of the person who said this was tingling, but it was covered up quite well with self-cultivation. "If it weren't for that, we wouldn't have to hold on to this imperial capital for at least three months now, 'holding on to help'."

"What?" In front of the robe, the wooden cup in the speaker's hand slipped quietly. "The cavalry hasn't reached the base of the city wall yet, just? ……”

"No, it's not just that...... "The mage with a sad face didn't dare to lift his head." Before they could ride the dragon, they were stopped by friendly troops, and the fate of their compatriots who had entered the side gate of the castle from the west of the city was unknown......"

"Shit, a bunch of shit." As soon as the robes tightened, the commander-in-chief of this operation couldn't sit still. "I'm out of Uffy Mondridge's house, and I'm moving faster than Lao Tzu. I don't believe that this guy didn't cooperate with the enemy, and he did a good job of guarding against Lao Tzu?! ”

With foul words overflowing from his mouth, the commander of this war group held on to the brick guardrail on the top of the bell tower, but stared blankly, "I can't scold anymore."

The city began to be brightly lit from the silence just now, and there was no longer a trace of his Nine-Way besieging army. And the stars dangling in the distance are the torches marching towards themselves.

"This, this, this ......" the situation began to reverse. A look of fear began to climb the culprit's face. "These barbarians who are not afraid of death, are they not afraid of the letter? Still don't want to live anymore? Hurry, hurry, guards, go prepare the ship! ”

"Wilbeam, you've forgotten something." Uffy Mondridge chewed peanuts and sat at his desk calmly, silently commenting on the junior legion leader of the magician who had set off a change in the city. "Everyone wants to live in a few months, but one more day is a day, how can anyone who thinks that he will survive in a few months chooses to die now? It's not scientific. ”

Sending off the other two stunned colleagues, the army under the command of Rucha has also begun a city-wide manhunt and siege. All mages who belong to the three suspected warbands will be immediately contained. Unlike the previous time, this time in the realm of Garcia, the imperial capital, the people who were ready to move were finally suppressed.

"Huh? That's it? Listening to the roar of the gunfire and returning to silence, Pippons had simply moved a chair and stood guard in front of the window, watching a group of ordinary infantry in the opposite direction from the distance from the one they came.

The infantryman who came came wore a helmet with a red sash and a red battle suit. But that's not the point - Pippons almost keeps his eyes on the crack in the window.

The soldiers were in a uniform formation, shaking iron-white objects.

Come closer, come closer!

From the top of the wooden tray to the end of this weapon, it was iron gray throughout. Pippons suppressed the excitement in his heart: it's the Magic Powder Gun! ! If you don't come two days ago, forget it, and you will come so much as soon as you come!