The fences and wooden walls outside the Liberty Territory had been torn down, and the sword and shield soldiers had retreated in groups, and any militia that tried to counter-charge had fallen to the ground in a rain of arrows.

The corpses on the ground were covered with a thick layer, and the militiamen of the Liberty Collar finally did not dare to pursue anymore, and could only watch as the sword and shield soldiers retreated farther and farther.

In the drizzle, blood and rain mixed together, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield. And on the battlefield, the Freedom Leader warriors who could not advance or retreat were a little at a loss, wondering if they had repelled the enemy or if the enemy was playing some kind of conspiracy.

"Hehe, good chance! Cavalry assault! Just when the militia of the Liberty Territory were at a loss, a heroic laugh faintly came from the rain.

The earth then trembled, and the black torrent of horses and armored knights carrying spears rushed out with a dull roar, and the target was the free collar that had no fence to stop it.

"It's cavalry! Retreat all back, behind obstacles, and avoid the line of cavalry raids! Hermione in the crowd was the first to react, and with the help of amplification magic, the voice resounded throughout the camp.

At Hermione's shout, the militiamen of the Free Collar hurriedly retreated, even though they had no military qualities and knew what would happen in the way of the cavalry charge.

Heavy cavalry in armor was like a tank on the battlefield in ancient times. In the strong infantry ranks, there will also be a hard battle on the way to the heavy cavalry charge. However, some militiamen who have not received formal training, once they are attacked head-on by heavy cavalry, often hundreds of thousands of people cannot stop the charge of 10,000 cavalry, but are easily cut off by the other side directly.

"Stand back, hurry back! Hermione raised her wand in an anxious shout, trying to stop the cavalry's charge. And just as the light of magic was about to bloom, a deep voice rang out in her ears.

"Mario, the vanguard of the Rising Sun Empire, is here, and quickly fight me!"

In the drizzle, Mario's figure appeared in Hermione's sight.

In the line of sight, Mario walks in front, and behind him is a picture of a cavalry charge with thousands of galloping horses. Mario came slowly like a god of war, and the visual impact made Hermione no longer care about the cavalry.

"Mighty Strike!" As soon as Hermione raised her wand, red light rushed out of the tip of her wand, turning into a fiery snake towards Mario.

Mario quickly raised his hand at the moment when the fire snake approached, and a fireball came out of his hand, colliding directly with the magical giant blow released by Hermione, and exploded in the air.

A tentative attack was indiscriminate, and Hermione's wand was pointed at Mario, the tip of the wand glowing red. Mario, on the other hand, seemed very calm and said softly, "Surrender, little wizard!" You can't change anything! ”

As Mario spoke, five fireballs appeared in his hand in a row. The five fireballs swirled around Mario's body, each the size of a fist, emitting a scorching aura.

"Dream, evil minions of the Empire!" Hermione snorted, her long brown hair flicking back slightly, and she gritted her teeth as she looked at Mario.

The rain fell on Hermione's delicate little face, and Hermione had a hint of anger on her face, and her rising little mouth made her look like a rebellious little girl. And under this breeze and drizzle, there is an indescribable cuteness.

"Whew!" A whistling followed, and as Hermione refused to surrender, Mario didn't see any movement in his hand, and five fireballs whistled out in an instant.

With a wave of her wand in her hand, Hermione's body was as light as a goose feather, and she flew up in an instant, dodging the attack of a burst of fireballs.

Mario's five fireballs hit the ground as Hermione flew up, and the ground exploded like a bomb had been detonated, blasting a deep crater in a series of five roars.

The roar of the explosion was like thunder, and at the center of the explosion, there were also obvious traces of incineration, which was the scene after the land was melted by the high temperature.

The loud explosion made the entire battlefield stunned slightly.

However, compared to the frightened gazes of countless people looking at Mario, Hermione, who was flying in the air, obviously did not admit defeat.

"Petrify!"

Hermione, who was flying in mid-air, did not flinch because of the immense power of the fireball. Instead, with a flick of the wand, a dazzling earthy yellow light shot out directly from the wand.

Petrification magic is a wizard's primary combat style, which can quickly stiffen the opponent's body. When it reaches a high level, it even has an effect comparable to that of Medusa's pupils, which can instantly turn people into a stone.

The petrification magic used by Hermione has not yet had the effect of instantly turning people to stone. However, looking at Mario, who had not made a dodge move for a long time, Hermione was convinced that if the petrification magic hit this person, then the battle could be over.

"Drink!" In the face of the rapid shooting of petrified magic, Mario did not dodge, but clenched his hands with a loud cry, and quickly disconnected the fireball in front of him.

Fireballs instantly appeared in front of Mario and quickly melted into the most primitive form of flames.

The flaming flames emitted a faint blue glow, forming a wall of flames like a stream of water, blocking Mario's body behind the flames.

Hermione clenched her wand in her hand, and the earthy yellow light was as brilliant as a laser, constantly hitting Mario's wall of fire, stirring up bursts of fire.

The wall of fire condensed into stone little by little under the attack of petrification magic, and began to melt with the heat of the flames, turning back into blue flames to resist petrification magic.

The scene repeats itself, the light of the fire echoes the petrified magic.

As Hermione's magic confronts Mario's wall of flames, an invisible, searing aura slowly emerges.

In this extremely hot aura, the surrounding land began to visibly turn into glass-like crystals. The grass that has just emerged and the stones on the ground have turned into the most primitive fly ash under the rising heat.

"I am the Lord of Fire, the Guardian of the Dwarves! Mario! ”

Mario grew taller and taller against the flames, and he was like an angry child of flames, roaring loudly and slamming his fist to the ground.

"Click! Click"

With Mario's punch, the already scorched earth cracked directly. The massive crack stretched all the way towards Hermione's location, bursting beneath Hermione in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

Hot magma erupted from the cracked surface, and Hermione, who was maintaining the petrified magic, didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly took off into the air while channeling the power of her wand downward.

The erupted lava rose and slammed into the petrified magic. Under the effect of petrification magic, the initial spewed magma quickly turned into stone pillars, but the lava spewed out behind rushed upwards as always, and even rose to a height of thirty meters in a row, and this confrontation stopped somewhat.

"It's dangerous!" Hermione's forehead was covered with sweat as she almost swallowed up by the magma, and a few strands of hair stuck to it, setting off her pale complexion.

Hermione's petite body appeared above the thirty-meter-high stone pillar. The small breasts on the chest, which were not developed, continued to rise and fall because of the violent wheezing, and a feeling of dizziness from overcasting spells came to my heart.

Mario's control of fire comes from bloodline and even the most primitive instincts. Hermione's magic, on the other hand, was not like that.

Hermione's magical power depended on the comprehension and accumulation of magical elements, not within herself. Therefore, in a long-term high-intensity battle, Hermione's mental power consumption was unimaginable, and as soon as she paused, Hermione felt a little powerless, and even the most basic levitation technique was a little difficult to maintain.

"Admit defeat, little wizard, you've been defeated!" Mario's words came from the flames, and his voice was extremely calm, not like he had just finished a battle, but like he was telling a fact.

"No, I'm not defeated! I can fight again! Hermione tilted her head stubbornly, staggered her wand, and chanted incantations with difficulty in the dizziness.

"No, you've failed!" Mario was still shaking his head, not looking like he meant to lie.

Hermione looked back with disbelief in her heart, and saw the houses engulfed in flames and the farmland reduced to ashes in the flames.

The scene in front of Hermione was as familiar as it had happened three months ago. The only difference is that this time there is no resistance and anger, and countless familiar faces are kneeling in front of a group of black-armored warriors at this moment, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"Did you fail!" Hermione looked at countless familiar faces with their heads bowed and kneeling on the ground, tears mixed with rain falling from the corners of their eyes.

Defeated, freedom lost to fear.

At this moment, Hermione could no longer see any smile on the faces of these people. Under the butcher's knife, everyone has given up resistance and insisted on freedom.