"Are we going to chase him out?"

Seeing the remnants of the defeated army fleeing in the wilderness, Mednach was desperate to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

"Don't chase," I reached out to stop Mednaki, "be cautious, the battlefield is on our doorstep, and we can't afford to lose." ”

"You're right, we haven't hurt their muscles and bones yet, so let's yin them again."

……

The fourth wave of the offensive came later than we thought, but it was also more threatening than we thought. The enemy should have seen that if we do not concentrate our forces to annihilate our main forces, their original advantage will be completely wiped out.

The enemy was well prepared for this wave of offensive. The three crow ghost women with thirty heart of thorn mages were surrounded by everyone in the middle and closely protected, steadily and steadily; Thirty Thornhearts warriors were at the front of the line, much better equipped than we were, and had been captured from some of the hapless Marcus garrison.

To my surprise, Aiola joined them, casting spells with a sword in one hand and a spell in the other, and she was at the forefront of thirty Thornheart warriors.

The enemy maintained a ferocious advance, and before our archers could unleash a third wave of arrows, they were ordered to retreat, and the outer walls were relinquished. With the enemy over a short break, the final battle is just around the corner.

"You think we should take the initiative?" At the critical moment, Mednaki asked me again for my opinion.

"Throw all of our elite forces into battle." I stated my opinion in the affirmative, "The enemy has already made a bloody investment, and now is the best time to crush them and win." ”

Mednach nodded resolutely, took the helmet and studded armor from the secretary beside him and began to put them on, while giving the herald orders to fight against the water.

"Are you going to go to battle yourself?" I was a little surprised by Mednaki's move.

"I have reached the point of fighting to the death, and if I, the king, do not personally go into battle to kill the enemy, will I stand here and ignore the bloodshed and sacrifice of my own people in vain?"

Medenaki's words are correct. Moreover, he has both a warrior-like physique and a well-hidden mage of destruction, and his participation will not only greatly boost his morale. It can also add a huge combat power out of thin air. Follow the king's decision. The people around him began to put on their uniforms.

"You're going to war, too?"

Seeing that I had also asked for a pair of steel armor from his secretary, Mednaqi looked shocked.

"Now I'm one of you, and ......," I smiled at him, "the goddess won't let me die here." ”

"Good." Mednaqi's hand slapped heavily on my shoulder. Turn around and shout to the crowd. "The Goddess is with us!"

"The Goddess is with us!!"

……

"Woooooooooo......oo Whining... Woo!! ”

As the power of the dragon's roar erupted, the sound of the horn gradually changed from low to loud, reverberating among the slaughtering mountains. After a long time. I retracted my breath and put the shattered deerbone horn in my hand back into my pocket, and the last gate opened slowly and calmly, and the group stepped into battle behind Mednage.

Seeing that we took the initiative to go out of the city to fight, the enemy raised the weapons hanging from their waists back to their chests. Aiola keenly recognized my face from the crowd and made a vicious threat to me with lip lips, but I only smiled faintly.

Ignoring Iola's fierce gaze, I poked my head forward and whispered to Medanaki, "Give the charge to the charge, we're the ones who take the initiative to go out and fight, and it would be demoralizing if the other side took the lead." ”

Mednach bowed slightly, raised the sword in his hand above his head, and swung it forward, the leader shouting, "Fight for the future of the Oathbreaker!" ”

"Fighting for the future of the Oathbreakers!!"

The shouts pierced through the clouds and cracked the stones, opening the prelude to the attack.

Mednaqi was at the forefront, followed by all the warriors. The enemy was not willing to be defeated in momentum, and the shouts of "get rid of the faint king" and "overthrow tyranny" began to rise and fall in their camp, but the lack of a backbone to gather people's hearts sounded more like a farce.

The burst of fireballs that Mednaki threw into the enemy line symbolized the official beginning of the battle. The two sides face each other, and what will be a pure battle between the oathbreakers, and the ravens who are plotting their intrigues on the walls......

"Boom !!"

A deafening explosion came from the walls behind the enemy. The warriors who had already been caught up in the fight had no time to care about such inconsequential matters, but when the well-wishers in the enemy camp who had not yet entered the battle looked back, they found a fact that shocked them - the walls that had stood behind were in ruins!

Before that, a large amount of explosives had been planted inside the walls, and these guys, who were obsessed with magic and the belief in Didra, and had never seen the world of Rich, probably would not have thought of it. Before they could cast their magic on the battlefield, the lead sent a bolt of sparks directly below them, a devastating shockwave and heat that blasted them to the ground.

Seeing the enemy's mage regiment wiped out under the violent explosion, I nodded in satisfaction. The biggest threat has been removed, and now I'm going to deal with another problem.

Iola, who had followed the Raven Ghost Woman to destroy Mednaki, had been her primary target since she discovered my presence that day. Now she's on the side of no one to look at, staring at my figure and frantically casting elemental magic in my direction.

Unfortunately, Mednaci, who is next to me, is also an expert in destructive magic, and when he senses a dangerous spell blowing in his direction, he will immediately return with the same spell to counteract Iola's attack.

Seeing that many attempts had failed to achieve results, Aiola raised the blade in her hand and decided to risk her life to break into the chaos and slash me in person.

Pointless. I'm not interested in fighting Aiola head-on at the moment, and all I can do is help Mydnaki defeat the Raven Ghost and win the war - after which Iola's troubles will be solved. But if the vengeful Aiola rushed to my side, it wouldn't be good news for me or for her—I didn't want to die at her hands, and I didn't want her to die at the hands of the likes of Mednaqi.

So I voluntarily deviated from the team and went to the flank, ready to solve the problem myself. Seeing that Aiola was rushing towards me, I reached into my pocket with my right hand, pulled out a pile of slag and threw them in Iola's direction.

“Fus！！！”

The dust and crumbs in the sky were accelerated to a point of surprise by the roar of the unloading power, and Aiola was so preoccupied with taking my head that she didn't think to take any precautions against me. She reflexively withdrew her blade and rolled back, and when she faced me again, she was half-kneeling and covering her right eye with her hand, blood oozing from the corner of her eye. It seems that I was lucky, a few pieces of bone slag happened to shoot into Iola's right eye under the impetus of the dragon's roar, which caused Iola to suffer a lot of visual damage.

There must have been a look of extreme resentment under the palm of the hand that covered his eyes. Anyway, let's leave that alone and focus on the frontal battlefield.

……

When the mage group of Raven and Thornheart was reduced to black in a loud explosion, the scales of victory began to tip in our favor. In their eyes, the crow ghost woman, who was as unfathomable as an elder, disappeared in such an inexplicable way? And three at a time, plus a group of Thorn Heart Mages who could have provided great assistance to their attack.

The explosion shook the hearts of the enemy forces violently, but it didn't break them completely, as they could still count on the thirty Thornheart warriors at the front of the ranks. But unfortunately, the same warriors who have been infused with the power of Didra, and the warriors of the Thorn Heart who have been taught by me are far from being comparable to the rookies on the other side.

The opposing Thornheart warriors fight with a killing instinct, and their targets will be the weaker who are powerless to resist them; On our side, on the contrary, we implemented the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and put all our attention on killing the thirty Thornheart warriors. The result is obvious, after paying a few inconsequential casualties, the enemy Thornheart warriors have been completely cut off by us.

"You should be able to catch up now, right?"

Both backers collapsed, and the unattachable Oath Renarian infantry had no choice but to turn around and flee. At this time, Mednaki did not forget to go back to me for advice. There shouldn't be any more problems, the other party is now gone, four crow ghost women have died, and nearly a hundred thorn heart warriors and mages have been reduced by the way, and the remaining crow ghost women can't still have enough power to turn the tide in their hands.

What's more, even if the enemy still has the power to resist, we must continue to pursue, because we have no hole cards to play at this point.

The outer walls had been completely reduced to rubble in the explosion just now. No longer thinking about how many times we have recaptured this place, everyone is aiming at the enemy base at the bottom of the hillside. A hearty victory is ahead, and everyone is descending like a tiger, unstoppable.

However, just as our fighters were about to rush up the slope of the field, an unexpected turn of events occurred. A sudden throbbing of uneasiness suddenly arose in the dense forest behind the enemy's main formation, and a powerful and inexplicable sense of threat came out of the forest like sharp arrows, suffocating our body.

This momentum forced everyone to stop and look at each other. I stared at the dense forest that was about to move, and wondered: Is there a fifth wave of offensive hidden there? (To be continued......)

PS: Congratulations to the big German for winning the championship! It's a pity to win and lose, and those who should go to the rooftop still have to go to the rooftop......

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