What's more, its biggest advantage is that it can launch wide-area range extension spells that can usually only reach up to 400~600 meters to an ultra-long distance of 1500~2500 meters, far outside the range of bed crossbows and catapults.

The continuous covering bombardment of multiple spell cannons can break the enemy's morale in a very short time.

This is the progress of history and civilization, but it is also the sorrow of the warriors.

This is why the caster's status can always be above the warrior, not because of the power of a few spells, or ~ because of the efficiency of killing.

In fact, in general, high-level martial artists are more efficient at killing people than spellcasters who need to chant spells, but when it comes to the production of magic items, inventions and creations to promote human productivity, and the research of technological progress in various aspects such as alchemy, enchantment, and metallurgy, martial artists have been thrown a few streets away.

Sure enough, he was passing by Sarn College.

The sound of shouting and killing and shouting and scolding came one after another, mixed with the sound of falling and cracking the masonry walls of the huge building that "Xi Li Bang".

Because the academy was Griff's home base for instilling brainwashing elitism, nationalism, and bloodline in young wizards, it was actually the place where he had the most loyalists, and the fiercest purge and resistance in the city.

The Sarn Library, a glorious landmark that had stood for hundreds of years, collapsed in the glow of a sky-high fire that could be clearly seen from a distance even in broad daylight.

In fact, those tutors and students who hid in the Sahn library were really a little aggrieved.

The High Wizards, who may have held opposing opinions, were tricked into the council building by Clement and his gang in advance, and were killed by the elite warrior killers after also interfering with their spell-casting abilities.

Therefore, even if some middle and low-level wizards in the academy feel that something is wrong in advance and hide in the library, they will not be able to activate too many defensive spell formations in the central wizarding tower - especially the ultimate spell that can activate the entire library and activate into a tree army, which is a legendary spell up to the 11th order, then it will take at least an 8th-order great wizard to use the reserve energy of the central wizard tower to activate it.

Ori Lines was a little emotional, but the reality is that if a group wants to grow and develop, it must step on the road of white bones paved with the corpses of other humans, step by step towards that peak, whether the bones are ordinary civilians or the heads of some powerful people.

The ancient library, a monument of civilization, is just a sticker and symbol for politicians and rulers to whitewash the peace and decorate the façade.

Most...... At most, it would be good to spend some money to renovate it later.

As for whether it is the original ...... The rulers don't care, the wizards don't care, and neither does he, Orry Lines.

......

Because they heard the loud noise of the military camp in the western suburbs, Chen Xuyuan and the others naturally bypassed that direction far away when they saw the opportunity, and they were ready to go north for thirty or forty kilometers first, and then turn to the AIDS Kingdom in the northwest.

But at this time, a team of people was escorting more than a dozen carts of "things" out of the north gate of the city of Sarn, passing through the loess road, which was still not very smooth after repairs, to dump garbage in the suburbs of the northwest "cemetery".

Of course, this is not a "formal cemetery" for nobles and wealthy merchants, their cemetery is decorated with neat and large marble carvings, engraved with "glorious" life stories, and framed solemnly like great men, while this "cemetery" outside the city is for commoners, more precisely - it is just a mass grave used to dig pits and bury people.

The person buried here, if there is a family member, will also erect a tablet carved in wood or stone.

But not to mention the epitaph, some foreigners who died in a foreign land do not even have wooden signs with their names here, or perhaps because they are not buried deep enough, they are casually taken out by coyotes and wild dogs and ruined their bones.

The leader of this group of men and horses walking here was a sword-bearer in a brown robe and leather coat - his name was Shan Teli, and he was a second-rate martial artist of the Tyrannical Guild.

The so-called second-rate is generally only the fourth or fifth order, more than the bottom, not insufficient, maybe you can practice to the sixth order before you die, this kind of ~ ordinary martial artist with a little talent.

But that's about it.

Truth be told, Sandley hasn't had a good time lately.

A small leader like him has to work thanklessly to restrain the minions at the bottom, and he has to work hard to perform at the top, but the problem is precisely that Sandley is the kind of person who wants to pat himself and can't let go of his face, and wants to rely on himself to achieve things but lacks amazing talents, so he is destined to do some drudgery.

Isn't this sent by the teacher to take the temporarily hired militia team to collect the corpses of the rebels killed in the city, otherwise those thousands of corpses will cause a plague, it will be a big trouble.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow flew towards him and slashed at the back of his head with his bare hands!

Shantley, who was thinking about the meaning of his life now, was immediately startled, and between the lightning and flint, the martial instinct that he had worked hard to train at all times made his body fall forward like lightning and twist his waist incredibly, wanting to avoid the attack and be ready to face the attacker, so as to continue to make the next block counterattack.

Just when he thought he could avoid the incoming palm, the black shadow jumped in the air and flashed behind him, and then his neck hurt, and he fell unconscious.

Before he fell to the ground, at the last moment, he saw two other masked figures in rags, attacking the two juniors he had brought with strange dragon-shaped soft spears and military crossbows.

The attack came very quickly, and the end was also very fast, and the dozens of people saw that several warriors leading the team were knocked to the ground, but the other party didn't seem to be ruthless, and immediately felt very funny with his legs weak, kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands, and shouting: "The old man spares his life!"

At this time, no one dared to raise their eyes and look around, what if they were killed by some irascible gangster because of this? What if after a few glances, the gangsters thought that they wanted to remember their appearance and characteristics and reported to the official?

Don't look at it when you shouldn't.

This is the great "survival wisdom" that the working people at the bottom have~

They instinctively know that there is any conflict, and it has nothing to do with them as bitter laborers, they feel as fragile and powerless as mortals who meet the gods and fights, so as long as they ensure that they are "as harmless as sheep", they still have a chance to be let go alive.

Revolt?

Hehe, didn't you see these few martial arts masters who can usually fight at least one against ten, and they were put down in a few clicks?

If you really run away together, you will definitely anger the other party and be like death~