…… Chapter 190: The Battle of Silvermoon City - Siege

Lao Tang has made a contribution to the deployment of several means, and in one fell swoop he has killed tens of thousands of troops of the Cataclysmic Legion, but unfortunately the "strategic materials" raised by Lao Tang have also been exhausted and cannot be sustained.

Then it's time for the real fight.

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"Magician!" Holding the phase barrier in front of him, Old Tang flew a ball of flesh cannonballs that smashed into the paralyzed man with a shield, and the flesh and blood scattered under the violent impact, and the stinking blood splashed all over the surface of the shield. Turning his head at the Magister Legion waiting behind him, Old Tang yelled, "Dismantle those plague catapults for me!" ”

When the army of the undead approached the gates of Silvermoon City, the powerful, terrifying and evil siege equipment of the Scourge Legion finally took off! A bloody corpse was slightly "processed" by a meat grinder and turned into a "cannonball" for a plague catapult!

And most of these corpses come from those High Elf warriors who have fought against the undead Scourge or High Elf civilians who have not escaped the Scourge of the Scourge...

The stench of fish, the terrible blood, the cruelty that sends chills down the spine...... I have to admit that the methods of the Cataclysm Legion are incomparably ferocious, and the lethality of this "flesh and blood cannonball" is still secondary, but the blow to the morale of the coalition forces, especially the High Elf warriors, is indeed outstanding!

No one can remain indifferent to the tragic plight of his comrades, relatives, friends, and lovers, especially when they are not at peace after their deaths, and even their bodies are desecrated and destroyed by the enemy......

An atmosphere of pathos mixed with panic, anger, hatred, pain, and so on spread rapidly among the High Elf troops!

Under Old Tang's orders, these magicians held back their strength and chanted incantations loudly, mobilizing the powerful magic power in their bodies to guide them in their hands until they condensed and formed. The next moment, the first batch of magic strikes, hundreds of scorching fireballs, smashed into the dozens of plague catapults in the front row, and then exploded!

Each catapult was stacked with at least seven or eight bursting fireballs, and the immense power of the arcane magic was on full display, and the siege equipment that had just been flaunting its might was shattered into a cloud of fragments and parts in an instant! The walking dead who were covered in the plague catapults to protect these instruments were also affected, and were completely slain and reduced to nothing in the wrath of the Magisters!

But that's not enough!

These dozens of catapults are just the most front-end batch, and in the middle of the natural disaster army, there are at least hundreds of the same big guys who have not yet fired their might!

"Stay calm! Save the magic! ”

The High Elf Arch-Mage Romans, as the commander of the Magister Legion, immediately noticed that something was wrong.

The power of the spells cast by the magisters naturally does not need to be repeated. The results just now seem to be good, but this does not satisfy Romans! Perhaps because of the negative emotions of anger, hatred, and pain, which affected the calm thinking of colleagues, the blow just now seemed to be powerful and powerful, but in fact it was too wasteful in the use of magic! Obviously, three or four bursting fireballs can destroy a catapult, but just now, each catapult has been evenly spread to at least seven or eight spell fires!

This is definitely a low-level mistake that should not be made for the Magister Legion, who have always been well-trained and manipulated magic and spells with a calm and rigorous mind!

Even though the High Elf Magisters were surging in magic and had sufficient reserves, the total amount of magic power of the Magus who had not reached the heroic level could not reach the almost inexhaustible and terrifying Cheng Dù of His Royal Highness the Prince! In other words, limited by the total amount of mana, the Magister Legion can't fire infinitely!

Every member of the Magister Legion is a mage whose strength has reached at least the peak of the seventh order or the eighth order! And the troops composed of thousands of high-level mages are not unequivocal in terms of combat effectiveness and deterrence!

But even so, if the magic power in each member of the Magister Legion can support eight or nine blizzards or firestorms alone, such a high-level group magic that consumes a lot of magic is already the limit! And a burst fireball like the one just now, each member can only cast it forty or fifty times alone!

If you continue to waste it like this, even if you can do a lot of damage, but soon the Magister Legion, which has exhausted its mana, will have to launch the battle sequence at the most critical moment, until after a long period of meditation, it will regain its combat power! And during this time, the Magister Legion, the "treasure of revitalizing the country" of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, will not only not be able to help, but will also likely become a burden on the coalition forces!

Naturally, it wasn't just Archmage Roman himself who discovered this problem, but Prince Kael'thas beside Old Tang also noticed this problem!

"Warriors of Queldore, stay calm!" Frowning at his brows, Kael'thas raised his voice and shouted, "Romans organizes the Magister forces to jointly cast spells!" Pursue the maximum killing efficiency! Don't waste it! ”

Kael'thas had no doubt about his prestige among his people, and with this shout, the High Elves, who had lost their composure and seemed too crazy and impatient, finally regained their composure and regained their composure. But even so, there were two unspeakable flames of anger burning in the eyes of every High Elf!

Arthas, the commander of the Scourge of the Dead, or the army of the dead, is too shrewd in his calculations!

Instead of using the more lethal Plague Barrel, the High Elf's corpse was chosen as the "cannonball" for the Plague Catapult, which was definitely a good move!

Although the Plague Barrel is very lethal, the most terrifying plague infection has no effect on the Minotaur and the High Elves!

After all, today's plague is still the rudimentary version of humanity! Far from the enhanced versions of the Undercity and the Scourge, which have been improved many times in the future, the all-round contagion is terrifying! The most primitive plague barrel is not very effective except for causing a little toxin to the soldiers of the coalition army, especially when the healing professions who can detoxify the alliance army are not rare!

And the effect of the "flesh cannonball" is different!

The highly compressed corpse is thrown with flesh and blood, and the damage caused by the hit is not much different from that of the boulder! What's more, as long as you are still a living being, you will have zài feelings! When using the corpse of the High Elf as ammunition, you can imagine what kind of love the High Elf warriors will be when they see this scene!

Terror! Wrath! Crazy! Hatred!

It can be said that the launch of flesh cannonballs can weaken the combat power of the High Elves to the greatest extent! Even if you can't make those pointy ears break down with fear and lose the will to fight, it will make the resisters lose their cool and composure!

Sure enough, when Arthas's cruel methods were unleashed, even the best Magister of the High Elf Army, who had specialized in cultivating the mind and controlling the feelings, lost his cool and made unnecessary mistakes! Not to mention the rest of the troops!

Old Tang saw a High Elf Ranger rush through the protection of the Minotaur warriors because of his intense hatred and anger, leaning down to shoot the walking dead under the wall, but he was entangled in the spider silk sprayed by a crypt demon, and before the rescue of his comrades behind him, he was dragged off the towering city wall and torn to pieces by the sharp claws and fangs of ghouls and zombies!

For Arthas and his army of the dead, a crazy opponent is far better to deal with than a revolt who is always calm and every step of the way!

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The Magisters, who had regained their composure, finally formed a joint spell casting formation under the command and mobilization of the Grand Mage Romans! In groups of dozens of people, the magister who has reached the eighth order strength is responsible for chanting spells, guiding spell casting, and locking on to the target as a formation! While the others stood in a six-pointed star formation, they transmitted magic power to their colleagues at the eye of the array through the power of the magic array!

The world-famous joint spell casting of the Quel'Salas Magister Legion has taken shape, and the power of the magic circle will help the Magus to save magic power and enhance the effect of spells to the greatest extent!

Combo spellcasting not only increases the lethality of spells, but most importantly, it increases the endurance of the Magister Legion! Scope magic that could only be cast eight or nine times can now be cast thirteen or fourteen times! It is equivalent to increasing the magic power of the Magus by half in disguise!

"First spell gathering - Firestorm!" Archmage Roman stood in front of the hundreds of six-pointed star arrays, raised the staff in his hand and ordered in a calm and deep voice, "The second area covers the spell casting!" ”

"Lock on to the target!"

"Channeling Magic!"

"Chant the incantation!"

"Put !!"

After a few breaths, under the command of Romans, hundreds of regiments were enough to cover a small area of the battlefield, and at the same time, the designated areas that had been divided before the battle capital soared into the sky! The blazing flames set the walking dead in the target area on fire and burned to ashes!

With a single blow, thousands of undead cannon fodder in the target area were wiped out!

"Second Spell Gathering - Blizzard!"

"Fourth Area Interception Cast!"

"Lock on to the target!"

"Channeling Magic!"

"Chant the incantation!"

"Put !!"

Hail the size of a fist fell from the sky with a chilling chill! The undead scourge in the target area was either shattered by the hail containing arcane power, smashed the body, or frozen by the arcane simulated power of ice!

A ghoul who rushed too violently broke into two under the dual action of the forward force and the power of ice! The upper body was drenched in blood and fell to the ground, and the lower half of the body was still frozen in place, unable to move......

Flames ahead! Behind is frost!

Feel the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" for free (I want to face the wall consciously!) The undead natural disaster, the loss of time is huge! In the originally dense army of the dead, a large gap appeared in an instant, and the endless charging formation was even cut into several sections!

Sure enough, it is worthy of the elite troops that the Kingdom of Quel'Salas regards as a reliance and pillar!

As soon as the Magister Legion struck, it shocked the audience!

"Third Spell Gathering ......"

Target Area ......

"Bootstrap ......"

The combined spell casting of the Magister Legion continued under the command of Archmage Romans, and for a time the Scourge undead suffered heavy losses! However, after watching this expected "performance" with great interest, Alsace only sneered and did not look annoyed!

Gently snapped his fingers, Alsace, who was sitting on top of the invincible, said in a deep voice without looking back, his tone was indescribably indifferent and expectant!

"It's your turn, my new weapon!"

"Unleash your hatred and fury, and clear the way for your master! Now is the time to show your strength! ”

With a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, the Death Knight glanced at the Banshee King, whose face was struggling and his soul body was trembling, and said with a smug expression:

"Go ahead! Inflict your pain on your fellow man! ”

"I'm looking forward to this interesting performance! Don't let me down, Banshee! ”

*JM