For a fortress like the Black Mountain Fortress, victory or defeat between mages is not the end.

And just the beginning.

Although the mages are the backbone of the battlefield, they are not all, and the final attack and defense of the war still depends on the face-to-face battle of the warriors.

Just like now, the Noxians in the city don't seem to have given up on escaping at all, and they have organized themselves to defend step by step along the block, stubbornly trying to hold back the advance of the coalition forces.

This is the war tradition of the Lorain world.

Although the magic of the mages can absolutely win or lose on the battlefield, it is difficult to really occupy a city, and the occupation of the city still depends on the advance of ground troops.

Otherwise, the war would not really end.

This is the consensus of all soldiers and generals on the mainland.

In this regard, magic does not really replace the value of cold weapon warfare.

That is to say, at least for now, the Norsas and the coalition forces themselves in the fortress city, of course, except for Arthur, have tacitly assumed that the Black Mountain fortress has not completely fallen.

Whether the coalition forces will be able to capture the city will need to be proven by the dispatch of ground forces.

The Noxians, including the coalition themselves, were not yet aware that the emergence of Arthur and the creation of such an army that was completely different from the wars of this world would change the course of all future wars.

The Dwarven King Thorin commanded his troops forward, and he personally wielded the Storm Hammer and slammed it down, smashing a Noxian officer twice his body in front of him, finally having a chance to stop and rest.

His mind was thinking about what he had just seen. Earlier, he had led his legion of shield defenders to finally open the passage, only to come across a group of damned Noxians at the intersection of this street, apparently with a mage apprentice among them.

The opponents are all the best heavily armored warriors, although the level of elite cannot be compared with the most elite dwarven shield guard legion of the Black Mountain dwarf tribe, but they still used a solid defense to withstand the attack of the dwarven shield guards, and he, the dwarven king, personally went into battle, and led his men to charge three times without success.

As a result, they ran into an attack team of the Red Star Warband coming from the nearby street.

The officer who led the other party was a clan he was once familiar with, and the fellow Stirling he sent to join the Noxian Empire was now also trembling and became an officer in Arthur's Red Star Band. When he heard that the dwarven king's army had been blocked, he was obligated to do so.

So Thorin joined him, watching the guy from a distance, using the kind of telescopes that Arthur's army officers were equipped with, and after observing the other side's defenses from a distance, he asserted:

"We don't have enough firepower, we need to apply for support!"

Not enough firepower, apply for support?

The dwarf king Thorin was very dissatisfied with this guy's wording, and thought that the other party was delaying something, and he obviously looked at the members of the other party who were carrying such thick cannon barrels in their hands.

But since the other party said so, Thorin couldn't say anything, in short, he was very curious about the weapons and tactics of the Red Star Warband, just to see how they attacked.

As a result, it turned out to be simple.

He stood there listening to Sterling speak a few simple words to someone behind him with a call crystal, and soon a warplane swooped down from the sky behind him with a screech, and with a hurricane-like roar, it swooped over the crowd.

Thorin watched from a distance as if something had fallen from the plane, and then the barricades erected by the enemy and the horde of brave Noxian warriors in the opposite block were blasted into the sky under the same missile.

It really flew into the sky.

Thorin could clearly see the corpses of his enemies flying out of the mushroom cloud that rose into the sky.

Then the guy in the air didn't seem satisfied, and drove the big guy around the corner to dive again, and the large-caliber cannon on the wing swept diagonally across the street.

After the fighter flew away.

Thorin was stunned, looking at the ruins burning in front of him, and the corpses everywhere in the ruins, he finally knew what support was.

…………………

Benji happily piloted the fighter plane, descending from the sky to inflict divine punishment on the Noxians on the ground, and he loved the thrill of personally controlling the cannon to dive across the ground and watching the enemy be torn to shreds under the rain of bullets.

As an alchemy apprentice from the Zuan Alchemy Factory, he was supposed to spend his days in the laboratory, crafting parts and acting as alchemist assistants for the great alchemists, who rarely appeared on the battlefield in person.

Unlike their fellow mage apprentices, they tend to have very low mental power and don't have the ability to cast those lethal spells, so they don't have much actual combat ability.

But Arthur's invention changed all that. The well-designed artillery and chariots were the best weapons for them, but the warplane, in his opinion, was the greatest invention on the battlefield.

After all, if you dominate the sky, you will dominate everything.

They are the most dominant force on the battlefield.

So that's the greatest weapon.

And there is no doubt that the glory of inventing such a weapon is due in turn to their great Lord Arthur.

Obviously, it is not easy to become a qualified pilot, and Lord Arthur stipulates that first of all, you must have a good mental strength and a pair of flexible hands. And most importantly, you must have a certain foundation in soul science and puppetry.

And these are the best at alchemists among the several types of caster apprentices.

So in the end, Bangui finally passed the complex layers of research and finally became a member of the glorious Death Scream Squad, able to fly into the sky with a fighter plane and bring death to the enemy with his own hands.

Benji hummed happily as he steered the warplane, and in front of him were several indicators made of magic crystals.

Each parameter of these indicators can only be understood by a trained pilot. They know the state of the fighter through these parameters.

And their own spiritual power is always stably connected to the core center of the fighter, which is a soul crystal, and the soul in it is completely instilled with memories and transformed into the intelligent operating system of the fighter, in fact, in the hearts of these souls, they have never thought that they themselves are a fighter and not a soul.

The eyes of a fighter plane are their eyes, and the thrusters of a fighter plane are their legs...... It can be said that this soul is this fighter, and this fighter is this soul, Arthur's transformation of this batch of fighters from the earth has completely turned an aircraft into a puppet, so the most important thing for a fighter pilot is not to know the fighter, but to control the soul.