Lich aside, although the physical fitness of a spellcaster is much stronger than that of a pure ordinary person, it is not able to reach the level of a warrior of the same level, so after such an unparalleled impact, Archmage Anthony quickly lost his vital signs after a brief struggle.

Die cleanly.

It is worth mentioning that in this brief interlacing, Caesar suffered several times more ferocious blows from the Knights, and his recovered body was covered with scars again in an instant.

There is no way, although under the effect of hormones, his strength and speed response have been greatly improved, but his defense ability has not changed much, after all, hormones are not fantasy items, and there is no way to make Caesar break through in an instant and be invincible across a large realm.

There is no difference in Caesar, to be honest, the current black dragon will not be much more powerful than before, he just took advantage of the error of judgment caused by the information update, and seized the opportunity in one fell swoop to win such a result.

In other words, with the other party knowing enough and being vigilant, Caesar still couldn't kill Archmage Anthony.

Due to the pain point of the other party, the mage is the most important link in the army, and the Knights followed closely behind the blow caused considerable damage to Caesar.

But none of this mattered anymore, the mage was dead, Caesar had won the most fruitful battle of the battle, and he had no mercy on the rest.

What's more, through the various feedback from his body, the black dragon knows that he seems to be stronger now, but the actual situation is not optimistic, and he doesn't know when he will fall off the chain.

The hormones made him fall into a state of euphoria, but this did not mean that Caesar had lost his mind, and after a short analysis, this guy turned around and ran, first using his strong strength to break out of the encirclement of the cavalry, and then ran dozens of meters like an airplane taking off, flapping his wings and going far into the sky.

……

At the same time, the assault on the frontal battlefield had long since ended, and the orcs fearlessly attacked ten heavily armed ballistae, and finally destroyed all the bed crossbows at the cost of the lives of nearly thirty warriors.

Subjective will aside, in the face of an elite regular army, it is not easy for them to get such a result, the reason why it can be so smooth is mainly due to the archmage Sifu, the casters and knights of the human garrison have all been withdrawn and transferred, the black dragon has attracted most of their strength, and for the sudden appearance of orc wizards, they have lost most of their countermeasures.

The orcs followed the advice of the black dragon, and even if they had the ability to further expand the results of the battle, they were not carried away by the immediate benefits, and quickly began to retreat after completing the task, avoiding being counter-surrounded by Roy's other army.

Caesar proved right, and less than fifteen minutes after the Crow Clan had evacuated, Roy had already led his men back to the station in a hurry from the other direction.

When he first saw the battlefield in disarray, Roy couldn't believe his eyes.

"What's going on?"

His face was gloomy, and although no one present was more annoyed, even if Roy was almost mad with anger inside, he still had to maintain a calm and calm that was indescribably happy and angry.

He is the backbone of the army, and if he even jumps into a frenzy at this time, insults and whips the soldiers to vent his anger, then the army will collapse completely, and those actions are almost equivalent to declaring the war defeated in the eyes of Hu Cong.

Roy would never do that.

"Your Excellency."

The soldier closest to Roy knelt on one knee with his sword, his two-handed sword curled and his hand lacerationed, apparently having experienced an extremely difficult and high-intensity battle, and had fought bloodily: "The orc clan attacked our garrison and destroyed the bed crossbow. ”

Sweat still drips from the soldier's helmet, and his cheeks are red with shame.

"They destroyed the bed crossbow?"

Roy's hand behind his back tightened, his eyes swept over the pile of broken copper and iron in the corner, and his face was uncertain: "Then why are you still alive?" ”

"There's a spellcaster among them, my lord."

The soldier's head lowered: "That's an archmage, even if we pay with our lives, we can't stop him." ”

"Bad excuse, as the invincible legion of the Brando family, there is no reason for you to be defeated by such an orc clan."

Roy motioned for the soldiers in front of him to get up first, staring at the silent soldiers behind him: "I am ashamed of this result, if you encounter the orcs again, you know what you should do." ”

Is there a next time?

Roy didn't know, but what had to be said had to be said, but in this situation, he must not rub salt in the wounds of these soldiers, otherwise once their morale slipped to freezing point, it would be unknown whether they would even be able to successfully exit the wilderness.

"How long did the battle last?"

Roy took a few steps forward, crouched down in front of the broken iron, held the chiseled parts of the bed crossbow in his hands, and asked.

"Less than ten minutes." The guards who followed immediately replied.

It's insane!

The young nobleman's heart skipped a beat, he knew very well the combat effectiveness of his troops, although the garrison left was less than three hundred, but it was not something that the orc tribe could solve in ten minutes.

It's almost a difficult task.

The purpose of the orcs is the bed crossbow, however, before leaving, he also specially told the soldiers to guard the ten ballistas, he unreservedly believed his subordinates, no need to ask, the soldiers left behind at that time were absolutely not waterproof, must have done their best to protect this batch of weapons.

However, in this case, it only took the orcs ten minutes to complete their goal, destroying all the ballistas and successfully evacuating.

There is only one way to do this.

Judging from the reports of his subordinates, battlefield traces, and magic residues, Roy was almost certain that the old wizard of the Stone Crow Clan would even squeeze his physical potential at any cost in order to complete the task, and cast spell attacks by means of overdrawing his life.

What other words can be used to describe madness?

That old guy didn't have a few years to live, and he was still fighting so hard at this time, it was just a matter of dying.

If this old immortal exhausted his life, even if his soldiers were defeated, they could at least delay for ten to fifteen minutes, or even longer, until they returned to complete the counter-encirclement.

Roy didn't expect that the Stone Crow Clan would do it to this extent.

"Wait!"

The young nobleman thought about it, and suddenly his mind changed, and the whole person stood up from the ground with a swoop: "Why hasn't the cavalry unit come back yet?" ”

The physical strength of human beings is simply not enough to sustain such a fierce battle for such a long time, and if their cavalry troops have continued to chase down the black dragon until now, they should have already exhausted.

Wayne wasn't that stupid, whether he gave up the chase or not, they should have already returned by this time, why hadn't they been seen yet?

Unless, too, this force is in trouble.

Roy had a hunch that something was wrong, and pulled one out of a pile of crystals from the inner lining of his gray shirt.

It is a one-time magic item that is very common in Eladia and is very versatile, containing the mana infused by the caster Anthony.

After shattering, it can resonate with crystals containing homologous mana, transmitting sound and image, and is widely used for long-distance communication.

Roy popped the crystal hard.