No one expected that under the premise of a straight-line distance of more than one hundred and fifty meters, Moriarty, who was a third-level mage, would directly use the "Fireball Technique" and add such a powerful combination as "Long-range Super Demon" to launch a fierce surprise attack on the enemy's vital parts in full view of everyone.

You know, since the beginning of the exercise, the three mages of the Saruman Brigade have only been summoning buff-type spells for other ordinary warriors, and they themselves have not even turned on a little magic defense. With the usual weak constitution of an ordinary mage, if they were hit head-on by a standard Level 2 spell fireball, the chances of surviving were almost no higher than the chances of successfully surviving by jumping off the flat ground from a 100-meter peak. What's even more terrifying is that the other two second-level mages and fourth-level mages are standing too close. Once Moriarty's fireball hits its target head-on, its burst of flames and shockwaves are likely to cuddle the rabbit and wipe out the other two "innocents" at the same time.

At the stake of life and death, the fourth-level mage did not dare to hesitate at all, and he had no leisure to consider the safety of the other comrades-in-arms in front of him. I saw him raise the staff in his hand like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, three consecutive fireball spells were instantaneous, trying his best to intercept the incoming fireball.

Because there was no time to make any eye locks, the first two fireballs of the instant deviated from the unusual flight trajectory of the incoming magic, and passed by the target. In the end, it just fell to the open snow eighty or ninety meters away, and exploded two huge flames with countless cold slush explosions. Under the nervous gaze of the fourth-level mage who was almost suffocating, the third fireball was finally extremely lucky to collide with the enemy's fireball with precision, and exploded in the air.

However, the luck of the fourth-level mage was the misfortune of the other soldiers of the Saruman brigade. Since the impact site of the two fireballs was five or six meters above the tip of the arrow array, the terrifying fire flow and impact force set off by the two second-level spells were like a tsunami of destruction and firestorm, swallowing at least half of the Saruman brigade.

The galloping flames are like wild horses that have escaped from the reins, mercilessly rolling between heaven and earth. The huge wave of qi mixed with the deadly heat coiled into a huge flame tornado, gently rolling up and smashing the soldiers up. And under such magical power, the sturdy iron armor seemed to turn into paper paste in an instant. twisted and torn; Even those warriors who have been blessed with "petrified skins" have their magical light dimming, thinning, and shattering under the surging impact of the shockwave.

After half a minute, the overflowing fire seemed to be a playful urchin who had exhausted his strength, and slowly dispersed unwillingly. When countless trembling eyes looked through the rapidly dissipating white mist and refocused on the Saruman brigade, what they saw was an unbearable mess and dead and wounded all over the ground.

Shrouded in the front of the combined detonation of two fireballs, the first half of the triangle of the arrow array was completely broken and crushed. Except for Saruman himself and a few other mid-level warriors who rely on their own strength and aura, so they can still stand to this day. The other low-ranking warriors had fallen to their knees in the icy snow, dead or wounded.

When Saruman turned around and looked back in a daze, he saw a vast expanse of hot blood flowing silently like a stream in the mist, staining the white ice and snow into a gorgeous but cruel abstract painting. And such a scene, I am afraid that Saruman will never forget it in this life.

Just as Saruman was almost frantic in the face of his half-wiped subordinates, in the second half of the arrow array, the fourth-level mage fell to the ground weakly. His eyes stared blankly at the one in front of him.

If Moriarty's long-range fireball strike was the main culprit for causing such huge casualties, then the fireball interception of the fourth-level mage could at least be regarded as an accomplice to the help. If there is no combination of two fireballs exploding. A single second-tier spell alone would never be able to overthrow a heavily armed squadron in one fell swoop. It's just that the world of magic is so magical, and in many cases "one plus one" is not simply equal to "two", but is likely to result in "five" or even "ten". Therefore, although the fourth-level mage relied on his extremely sharp reflexes to successfully escape from the enemy's magical assault, the price paid was the destruction of half of the Saruman brigade. From this point of view, Saruman must be eager to dismantle his fourth-level mage and shatter his bones and ashes. …,

However, when Saruman and the fourth-level mage finally looked at each other and were speechless, suddenly another dazzling flash of magic lit up silently in the phalanx of the guard squadron in the distance. And Saruman turned his head to look at the past. A prosaic triangular steel-tipped crossbow that was faster than lightning had already grazed his armor slightly, piercing the chest of the motionless fourth-level mage who was sitting motionless in the snow in a single blow beyond the limits of his line of sight.

"What! How come?! At the moment when the fourth-level mage was killed by an arrow, Miguel on the viewing platform could no longer remain calm and composed, and roared.

"That's... Lion Roar! "Unlike Miguel, who has a strong relationship with the exercise. The relatively neutral Cruyff's gaze was keenly fixed on the heavy crossbow that White held with one hand in the battle formation of the guard squadron in the distance.

"Impossible! The maximum range of the Lion's Roar is only 160 meters, and once it exceeds 130 meters, it will obviously fall and its attack power will be greatly reduced! Although in the next moment, Miguel also saw White and the lion roaring crossbow in his hand, but still retorted in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible. Moriarty has blessed his crossbow with a 'Ranged Strike Boost'. It seems that she doesn't want her love to continue like this, Ms. Hanquan directly explained.

"But. My lord, 'Ranged Strike Enhancement' is a second-level spell! Moriarty he..."

"Hehe, since some mages can pre-store three fireball spells in their magic wands, why can't Moriarty pre-store a 'ranged strike enhancement'?" At this time, Depra slowly opened his mouth again.

"You!" Facing the faintly happy smile of the high-level mage, Miguel clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to really make a mistake.

Depra does have reason to be happy. Not to mention the extraordinary combat posture shown by the guard squadron since the beginning of the exercise, the fact that Moriarty "defeated the strong with the weak" and killed the "anti-academy elements" who were against Hockenheim with one blow was also quite beneficial to the consolidation of the academy's existing supremacy in the magical world of Blue Crystal City. It turned out that a fourth-level "wild mage" with three "loyal companions" in his hands was easily killed by a third-level mage of the academy plus a crossbowman. Such a comparison of strength has unmistakably demonstrated the huge disparity in strength between non-academy mages and academy mages. And even better, now the Guard Squadron has caused such serious casualties to the Sharuman Brigade of the City Defense Army, but it is not responsible at all. It was Saruman and the lord of the castle, Lady Hanquan, who proposed and approved the use of standard weapons for the exercise. In this way, the smile in the eyes of the high-ranking mage couldn't help but thicken a little.

"All of them, prepare for counter-assault, and the frontal defense is the most strengthened!" And just a few breaths after the fourth-level mage was inexplicably killed, White's loud roar rang out into the sky again.

"Click..."

Immediately, the ironclad infantry in the first two rows of the phalanx smashed the lower edge of their shield into the frozen snow, and then leaned forward slightly, pressed the upper edge of the shield with their shoulders and chests, and united themselves and the shield to form an unusually stable triangle. The short sword in the hand of the sword and shield warrior is completely hidden in the shadow of the shield, like the most terrible fangs of the viper, waiting for the enemy to take the initiative to approach and then launch a fatal blow.

At the same time, a group of ironclad infantry, which had originally served as a reserve and rearguard, quickly moved from the rear of the battle formation from the two flanks to the front of the two rows of ironclads, and held on to the same defensive position. As for the rear part of the phalanx, which had been completely emptied as a result, there was no safety as it was clear that the Saruman brigade did not have enough troops to divide and outflank it.

"The response was quick. I really didn't expect White's impromptu command to be so astute. ”…,

In the distance, Lille looked at the triple iron armor that arched directly in front of the guard squadron like three embankments, and admired it sincerely. Unbeknownst to them, such a change in battle formation was actually one of the various exercise plans that the guard squadron had practiced countless times over the past week.

"Ahh

As if awakened by the active defensive actions of the guard squadron, Saruman abruptly withdrew his gaze from the corpse of the fourth-level mage, and turned to stare at the enemy's fierce battle formation.

At this point in the field, what victories, defeats, honors, and rewards are no longer something that Saruman can consider. In his already boiling mind, the only thought that was hot enough to melt everything was to go up to the battle formation of the guard squadron and slash Moriarty into ten thousand pieces with the great sword in his hand.

As Saruman's roar full of rage, madness, and incomparable battle intent suddenly rang out, the aura under his feet immediately lit up, and then turned into a pair of "black horns" that continued to rotate, enveloping Saruman's entire body.

It was as if he had been suddenly pumped into infinite power, and in the shadow of the horns, Saruman's body swelled and grew taller rapidly. In just a short time, large knotted muscles accompanied by huge bone joints that continued to protrude continued to emerge and overlap in Saruman's shoulders, chest, back and other parts of his torso. In less than half a minute, the standard steel armor that Saruman had been wearing could no longer contain the suddenly swollen body in it, and it was violently broken through the belt of the armor and completely scattered.

And as the outer layer of steel armor faded, what was revealed in front of everyone was a monster-like Saruman covered in jet-gray markings and patches of huge horns. And those flesh and bones that were finally fully supported directly turned into a strange but tyrannical layer of heavy armor outside the body of a seventh-level warrior.

"Bloodline aura!"

Moriarty looked at Saruman, who stood alone like a monster in the wind and snow, and raised his eyebrows slightly. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )