Looking at the hesitant Lucia officers in front of them, the eyes of these military mages flashed with disdain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, the duties of being military mages forced them to find a solution in a hurry - compared to those spellcasters who entered the system and stayed behind, military mages were more generous in terms of perks and rewards, and their share of the loot was indispensable for each time. Moreover, the military also has some advanced information that is applicable to the battlefield.

It's just that since he has entered the gate of the army, many of his original habits and bad temper have to be changed. Although in the army, mages still have many privileges, such as not having to keep vigils, not participating in manual labor, etc. But compared to the free mages outside, there are also a lot more constraints.

In normal times, you want a mage to provide spell casting services to people who don't like your eyes? You'd have to stun them with money. But now these mages had to rummage through the scrolls in their backpacks - although the military department would reimburse them for such consumables, their spiritual 'loss fees' were nowhere to be found.

As the mage dispelled the cold, the war horse, which had been a little wilted in the snow, immediately came to his senses at this time. Lucia's unique pony is extremely hardy. But it is not suitable as a relatively tall Lucian warhorse, and usually many can perform the duties of a camel beast - imagine the sight of a big man riding a pony, it is not just funny, it is a complete farce. Although it is destined not to kill the enemy when charging, there may be a chance to make the opponent laugh to death.

A Lucia officer, who watched the end of the opponent's spell, immediately turned over and immediately began to charge. Immediately afterwards, he jumped into the river with a 'plop'. Feeling the coldness coming from his legs and knees, the Lucian nobleman with a hooked nose immediately turned around and scolded, "What's going on? Why can't my warhorse walk on the water? ”

"Walking on the water? Basham, you're thinking too much! There is no priest in the camp, who can bless you with that kind of magic? Besides, with the 'endure environment', your war horse is now fully capable of exerting its combat power, and at this time, you don't chase those guys, what are you still doing here stupidly. The mage who had just cast the spell immediately put on a look of stupidity.

The spell 'Endure the Environment' is the prototype of Barrett's 'Cozy Cloak' effect. After a successful cast, it is enough to ensure that the horse's body temperature will not be lost quickly in the icy river water. But it seems that the Lucian nobleman wants more than that. The other party obviously wanted the war horse to gain the ability to walk on the water.

A common surface walk is the 3-ring spell. It allows the victim to walk on any liquid as if it were walking on solid ground. The recipient can smoothly pass through mud, oil, snow, quicksand, flowing water, ice and even lava, and can walk, run, and sprint as if they were on flat ground. It's just that the subject's feet sink an inch or two into the surface of the liquid - creatures that travel through the lava will still be injured by the proximity to the heat.

Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be an arcane version of this spell, and it's usually only available to priests - aside from the question, high-level rangers are also acceptable, but it's definitely higher than most people think. So neither of these is what the Lucia camp in front of you can have.

Officer Lucia, who was choked by the other party, was angry in her heart, but she couldn't trouble the spellcaster. There were few priests in Lucia's army, and there were some problems with the original mage training system. The current military mages are all the treasure bumps of the chiefs, and they are by no means something that ordinary petty nobles can deal with. What's more, according to the national conditions of the Lucia Kingdom, most of the spellcasters are either from noble backgrounds, or from big merchant families related to the big nobles. Generally speaking, my background is not ordinary.

The hook-nosed Lucian officer who had eaten here could only turn the horse's head after that. intends to vent all his anger tonight on the players who have been exposed. And as the horse set off, the remaining Lucia officers on the river bank also waved their horsewhips one by one after they were in a blessed state.

At the same time, on the other side of the river, the short-legged dwarf had already run into the woods, and before Claudia made the first contact with the patrol that had come to the door—in the face of the long-haired hounds that flew at him, the anvil raised a large shield on his left arm, and waved his right hand at the moment when he parried the opponent's legs—and a shadow as black as ink, with a little coldness, struck the big dog with his limbs hanging in the air, and sent it flying alive.

"Whew-" The fellow let out a scream, and was struck in the waist by the 'Ancient Virtue'—judging by the degree of the crooked body of the big dog, the big dog's spine must have been broken. Then he fell into the snow outside the woods and rolled a few times, and was so weak that he barked but could no longer get up.

Although the anvil flew a large dog as soon as it came, this time the Lucians sent more than this hound. The rest of the one took advantage of the anvil to deal with his companion and jumped right on the anvil. Immediately after the friction between the canine teeth and the metal plate armor, the dwarven hairs in the tin can were about to stand on end.

When the big dog found that he couldn't bite the anvil's breastplate, he immediately focused on his ankles, though it was still impenetrable metal armor. But after biting tightly, the armed dog dragged all fours, as if trying to drag the dwarven warrior to the ground. However, dwarves who are born to play steadily are so easy to be dropped.

After adjusting his balance a bit, he swung his hammer and slammed it at the big dog wrapped around him. After three consecutive blows, the big dog slid down as if it had been stripped of its bones. The blood that spilled from its mouth immediately left a trail on the anvil's armor.

Unfortunately, before the anvil that had just finished off the two armed dogs had time to catch his breath, the Lucia light cavalry followed by the hound also appeared in his sight. The other party did not immediately ride the war horse into the woods (in fact, the anvil very much wanted the other party to do so, because the other party rode into the forest at night, it was to tie his hands and feet), but took advantage of the speed of the horse to bend down and wave his arms - a black shadow with a 'cold' at the top flew towards the anvil.

"Keng-" subconsciously raised the anvil of his left arm, and he felt an amazing force coming from his arm, and at the same time, he felt a slight pain in his forearm - this pain was not a sore muscle, but the pain after the skin was cut. He immediately noticed that his shield seemed to be getting a little heavier.

When you wave your hand and look at the anvil, you can see that the weapon thrown by the opponent is a heavy javelin. At this time, the javelin hung more like it was embedded in its own shield. Combined with the pain in his arm, the dwarf knew that the shield had been pierced by the javelin he had thrown. Fortunately, the pain in his arm was not severe, and after being blocked by a shield and gauntlets, the thick-skinned dwarf only suffered a slight skin injury.

However, although the anvil's injury was not serious, his heart became bottomless at all. You know, this is only the first javelin thrown by the opponent, and if the guy uses this trick one after another, the anvil is not sure that it will be able to intercept it every time - if the shield is not blocked, it is impossible to get such a little damage with the protection of the armor alone. What's more, the light cavalry of the other side was not the only one, and the shield of the anvil was also cut out by the first javelin.

The sound of horses' hooves came one after another, and he found himself resisting the anvil that could choke this time, and immediately turned sideways to avoid behind the dead tree - although the trunk of the dead wood could not cover the waist of the dwarf's bucket at all, it was more or less a cover, and there was a chance to help the anvil stop the opponent's attack.

And the light cavalryman, who had just given the anvil with his javelin, was now powerlessly struggling in mid-air with his legs on his legs. With his roar comparable to that of a flowery soprano, many people subconsciously looked up at the sky. It's a pity that in addition to the guy's struggles, he can only see a faint shadow above him.

Of course, it's only Lucia who doesn't know what this thing is. The people of the 'Bloodstained Gray Flower' understood that it was Claudia who activated the 'Bronze Wyvern' in her hand in order to ensure her own safety. The bipedal wyvern incarnated by this strange artifact is quite powerful, and the average Lucia officer may not be its opponent. However, as a result, the recent use of the 'Bronze Wyvern' has been depleted, and players will not be able to use it again this week.

The horse, which had lost its rider, was stimulated by the smell of the wyvern on his feet, and left his master behind and continued to gallop - and in an instant it disappeared into the night, and even the red fire on the other side of the river could hardly light up the darkness here.

Lucia's hussars, who were caught by the Wyvern at the bustle, were stabbed in the chest by the dragon's tail. Then the wyvern let go of its claws, and the Lucia, who had been tossed by the poison, fell from the sky. Immediately after that, it fell into the icy river with a 'plop' and never floated again.

At the same time, Barrett, who rushed to the shore, also had a head-to-head confrontation with the Lucian cavalry. Looking at the menacing rider with a spear, Barrett did not choose to fight hard, although he had a certain confidence in strength. I saw that at the end of the opponent's charge, when the spear in his hand was poked out, his legs changed alternately, and he avoided the edge with a swing.

Then he raised his hand and pressed the back of his knife against the handle of the opponent's gun, and then with such a hook, he flicked his backhand - the blade slashed like a ghost through the neck of the black and white light cavalry (dark visual effect) in front of him, directly hitting the effect of a deadly attack. The guy didn't even have time to scream, and it turned into a column of blood like a fountain.

Barrett, who had completed the kill, turned around with the force of his weapon and slammed the horse with his left elbow - and the horse immediately lost its balance and fell into the snow with a 'poof'. Then looking at the series of torches in the distance, Barrett activated the effect of 'blood boiling' without saying a word.

Then I saw Barrett grab the hind legs of the war horse, and spin with all his strength while half-crouching. The sound of 'whirring' was the friction of the horse against the air, and it seemed to be strong enough to compete with the whistling north wind. And the war horse, which has become a prop in Barrett's hand, has lost his consciousness with a crooked nose and crooked mouth at this time.

After feeling that his speed had reached the maximum, Barrett looked in the direction and let go of his hands - the unconscious war horse, like a hammer throw in a track and field competition, was thrown by Barrett. In the blink of an eye, the huge black shadow fell into the torch like a long snake.

'Smack! A large gap appeared in the torch serpent, and the Lucia soldier who was hit by this heavy throwing prop lost half his life even if he was still alive. The actions of the entire team were also affected by the disconnect in the middle. But more importantly, Barrett's fighting style of using the war horse as a throwing weapon deeply shocked many Lucians.

You must know that although strength is not the only factor that determines the outcome of a battle, it is almost one of the most important. The Lucians, especially the famous hussars, had not seen anything like it before. However, the guys who can play like that are often not easy for them to fight against - not to mention killing the opponent, even if they are to knock the opponent back, they usually have to pay a lot of money themselves. In the face of such a life-and-death threat, the elites of Lucia's army also subconsciously hesitated.

The hesitation was short-lived, however, and the light cavalry swung their whips and drove away the large Lucian men who were still able to move. It seems that he intends to use these 'gray animals' as cannon fodder to consume Barrett's physical strength first. to reduce the casualties of those who consider themselves elite.

But at this moment, there was a sudden 'poof' sound on the surface of the river, and a splash appeared out of thin air on the edge of the river, which originally seemed empty. Claudia, who was then hiding in the woods, shouted, "Clematis! ”

It turns out that the Priest among the players is suddenly revealed from the stealth state. This was due to the fact that the Lucian pursuers had destroyed the thin ice of the river - and the 'Snow Boots' spell allowed the receiver to move on the snow and ice. But it has to be snow and ice. As the ice cracked, Clematis, who came into contact with the river, naturally fell under his feet and lost the effect of the spell and fell into the water. (To be continued.) )