"Whether you attack or wait where you are, you're done, Moriarty!"

Standing proudly at the sharp edge of the arrow array, Saruman looked coldly at the guard squadron phalanx two hundred meters away, and smiled disdainfully. Behind him, two consecutive magical rays of light shone up every minute, which was the wonderful brilliance of the first-level spell "Petrified Skin". At the same time, the two Blue Beauty Potions have been held in the hands of the mages, and they can be replenished as soon as the magic power is insufficient.

It can be said that because of the addition of these three mages, the current Saruman side has an indisputable battlefield initiative and combat advantage. And over time, this advantage will continue to be strengthened and improved. Until most of the soldiers in Saruman's brigade were draped in the flash of petrified skin, then Sharuman would be absolutely confident that he would be able to crush the enemy's array head-on, even without relying on the strategic magic deterrence and blows of a Level 4 mage.

As a guard squadron, if Moriarty planned to summon buff magic for his own soldiers as well, it would be impossible to catch up with the speed of the opponent's two mages holding spells at the same time. However, if the whole guard squadron attacks by surprise, it will fall directly into the trap of the enemy's magic bombardment.

"Hey, this is the real conspiracy! Crush head-on with dignified strength, no matter how the enemy moves, you can't get out of control. It seems that such a strategy must have been the work of General Miguel himself. In the distance, Lille watched every move of both sides of the exercise, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. At the same time, he was also worried about the future of his mage advisor's battle. Honestly, even if he puts himself in Moriarty's position now, Lille can't figure out how to deal with it.

However, just as the people watching the battle were constantly wandering their eyes between the two sides of the exercise, whether they were worried, admiring, or happy, the phalanx of the guard squadron suddenly moved.

"Squadron of guards, all of them! Goal, straight ahead, slow forward! White's roar rang out loud again on the exercise ground.

And with the order of the deputy squadron leader, the ironclad infantry in the first row of the battle formation first "snapped" and lifted the shield from the snow and carried it on his arm. Then ten people in a line and took a step forward. Meanwhile. The ironclad infantry in the second row also lined up with their upper arms and stepped to follow. Behind, the gunfire squads, the bow and crossbow squads, the warhammer squads, the wolf cavalry on both flanks, and the last rearguard infantry, all in unison and advancing like a forest.

"Click! Click! Click! ”

In the wind and snow, the steps of nearly 100 guards stepped on a palm-thick snow, making an ear-rumbling sound like a giant walking, which made people's hearts tremble.

"Oh my God, there is such a beautiful phalanx!"

"How did they do it?"

"Erathia's 'Heavy Armor Matrix' isn't so scary, is it?"

Looking at the snow that flew through the air. Like a moving steel city, the guards squadron slowly approached the Sharuman brigade, and the soldiers of the city defense army who watched the battle ignored the strict military discipline and whispered one after another. At this time, the officers who were supposed to scold and stop their subordinates seemed to be completely indifferent, just stunned to look at the perfect phalanx that had always existed only in their dreams, and secretly stunned.

"Quite a wonderful phalanx march. I really can't imagine how that kid Morati used to hold so many soldiers of different races together, and still still practice such a beautiful and neat battle formation. Seemingly. He was not only a magical genius, but also an outstanding commander. "On the viewing platform, I saw the phalanx of the guard squadron advancing in front. Cruyff, who had been silent, couldn't hold back any longer and exclaimed in a deep voice.

"Indeed."

Hearing such an evaluation, Miguel also nodded. Although he still looks at Moriarty unpleasantly, this does not mean that the general will close his eyes and talk nonsense and belittle his "enemy" without principle. Even, if possible, Miguel has considered how to dig up some people from the guard squadron after the exercise in order to probe and replicate the training method of this perfect battle formation. …,

It's just that unlike Miguel, the boss, who has a lot of thoughts, as the real enemy of the guard squadron on the exercise ground. When Saruman saw the steel battle array slowly pressing towards him like a city and a mountain, he really felt a huge sense of oppression in his face. And the sense of confidence and confidence that had come from the huge magical advantage just now was also instantly wiped out under this pressure.

"Come on! Moriarty, if you have a kind, come up again! As if to vent some of his feelings, Saruman yelled at the squadron of guards in the distance. However, all that was answered was the sound of mechanical footsteps and the constant movement of enemies coming forward.

One hundred and eighty meters... One hundred and seventy meters... One hundred and sixty meters... One hundred and fifty meters...

"All of them. Stop! Finally, when the phalanx of the guard squadron had advanced all the way to a distance of one hundred and forty meters from the "arrow cluster" of the Saruman brigade, White again gave the order to stop.

"Come on! But you have come up! Seeing the enemy formation that suddenly stopped, Saruman was a little inexplicable and a little vigilant. Then he shouted loudly again.

It's just that the guard squadron still answered with silence to the enemy's words.

"Your Excellency, Captain, are we going to take the initiative to attack?" At this time, a mid-rank warrior behind Saruman asked in a low voice.

"Nope." Saruman didn't look back, just spat out a few words from between his teeth: "Go ahead with the set tactics and don't be fooled by their teasing!" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

At the critical moment, Saruman's mind was still extremely clear. Although the movement of the guard squadron's battle formation was amazingly integrated and disciplined, which was admirable and even amazing, this did not directly change the situation in which it was at a disadvantage. So as long as Saruman himself does not make mistakes, then the initiative on the battlefield is still in his hands. And now, all the city defense brigade has to do is continue to wait, waiting for its own battlefield advantage to be strong enough to wipe out the opponent in one fell swoop.

It's just that what Saruman needs is to wait, and what Moriati, who has moved into place, needs exactly the time that the other party has to wait.

In the gap between the phalanx, Moriarty calmly looked at the fourth-level mage in the center of the arrow array about one hundred and fifty meters away, and began to whisper a spell.

"Huh? What spell is he summoning? Breath of the Wind, Petrified Skin, or Magic Shield? Soon, the fourth-level mage of the Saruman Brigade was keenly aware of Moriarty's spell, but he had no fear of being attacked. Because at such a distance, ordinary first- and second-level spells are simply not enough range. Therefore, all that a fourth-level mage could think of was some buff spells similar to his own.

"It's just that it's too late to start summoning spells for your soldiers now? Scold! The fourth-level mage finally sneered and shook his head, his eyes a little more disappointed and mocking.

"It's a fireball..."

Contrary to the blind and useless guesses of the fourth-level mage, just as Moriarty spat out the first spell from his mouth, the two Grand Arcanists on the viewing platform had unmistakably detected the content of the third-level mage's spell. However, neither Madame Cold Spring nor Dean Figaro thought that a second-level spell would be able to cross a distance of one hundred and fifty meters to hit the target, unless...

As if he had a heart, he thought of a possibility at the same time, and Madame Coldspring and Figaro glanced at each other inexplicably. It's just that there was a hint of surprise in Madame Coldspring's eyes, and Figaro's eyes were full of interest.

"Let's see, maybe there will be a surprise." Dean Figaro retracted his gaze first, smiling for the first time.

"Okay." Lady Hanquan also nodded, but the surprise in her eyes had turned into a complicated one.

About two minutes later, when the two second-level mages of the Saruman Brigade each drank the second Blue Beauty and were about to continue summoning petrified skins for the remaining ironclad infantry, suddenly a heavy wave of magic rose in the phalanx of the guard squadron. Immediately, the fourth-level mage who was psychically sensed stared at it, and what he saw was a basketball-sized red fireball that had already formed in Moriarty's palm. …,

"Fireball? Why Fireball? What is the use of summoning fireballs? ”

In an instant, the fourth-level mage seemed to have crashed. He couldn't understand the use of his opponent summoning a fireball spell on such an occasion. You know, there are now three fireballs stored in the magic wand of a fourth-level mage. If it could have been used, the fourth-level mage would have thrown all three of these fireballs to the guard squadron a long time ago. However, the distance between the two sides has never reached the maximum range of the Fireball Technique. That's why the fourth-level mage has been enduring until now.

Before everyone could react, the fireball in Moriarty's hand suddenly floated into the air and detached from his palm. At the same time, a bit of intense and dazzling golden-red light suddenly lit up on the tip of the mage's right finger, as if it was a condensed fire. Then, I saw Moriarty's fingertips lightly tap on the fireball hanging in the air.

"Smack!"

After a light sound that seemed to burst into flames, the originally static red fireball seemed to be strongly stimulated, and like a cannonball, it shot quickly towards the Saruman brigade one hundred and fifty meters away along a flat, low-arc track that was obviously different from the ordinary fireball technique.

'Not good!' Ranged Magic'! Seeing the special magical light on Moriarty's fingers, the fourth-level mage immediately lost his voice and shouted, and at the same time, his face turned pale as if he was an undead. It's a pity that his voice was still a beat slower after all. By the time Saruman had reacted, Moriarty's long-range fireball technique had already been completed and activated.

Through the snow, with the scorching smell of the winter ice field, to everyone's jaw-dropping, blazing fireballs descended on the Saruman brigade. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )