On the battlefield filled with the smell of blood, the two divisions attacked each other, but the morale was not the same.

"These mages are so weak!"

"Humans are very cunning, could it be to show weakness to the enemy?"

"It's a weak yarn, it's obviously just a miscellaneous fish!"

Compared to the oppressed pale mage group, the shamans were much calmer, they did not exert all their strength at all, some of them held their staffs, and they were from beginning to end, and did not even cast the earth shield.

"Swift Words!"

Fasto, dressed in a golden priest's robe, sat on a white horse and let out a low roar, anger pouring out clearly from his voice, even though he had restrained his affection.

The moment he saw Downton, he thought he was dazzled, to be honest, he had long forgotten the civilian paladin that Andrea brought, this kind of little person, maybe he died in a certain horn in the adventure, but today, he found that the other party with tens of thousands of elite armor soldiers stood on the opposite side, challenging the royal power.

"If he wins this battle, won't he have the whole of Frankfurt?"

Falford thought with his ass, and also knew that after Downton defeated the king, he would support Andrea to become the archbishop of the region, which he absolutely could not tolerate, so after the king asked for help in the war, he did not hesitate and went directly to the expedition with the priesthood and the Knights Templar.

Compared to the mage group, these priest groups are much more elite, because all the priests belong to the Bright Flame Holy See, except for some talented people who will be sent to the Holy City for further study, most of them will stay in their home country, so after Pfalfo gave command, they raised the staff in their hands.

The holy chant resounded on the battlefield, followed by a white-gold aura that shrouded the mage group, this is the art of quick speech. Increases the cast speed of mages by a fifth.

Whew!

After that, there are two auras, namely knotted magic, which can reduce the loss of magic energy by one-third, and lucid magic, which can save the caster from the fatigue caused by casting, and keep the most clear mind at all times, ensuring that there will be no chanting errors.

The three most basic divine arts have been blessed. The Priesthood began chanting the long-lasting defensive magic, and thirty seconds later, white oval shields were placed on the mages.

Without the fear of death, the mages could finally rest assured and boldly put all their energy on attacking, and there was a trend of a big reversal for a while.

On the ground, when the indigenous regiment and the 3rd light infantry regiment were 100 meters apart, they could no longer hold back their enthusiasm and began to run, and there was a slight confusion in the formation.

The light infantry regiment was under the command of generals at all levels. Methodically advancing.

The Priesthood began to bless the Light Step Regiment with the three divine techniques of strength, agility, and endurance.

"These brainless fools, damn it!" Seeing the infantry charge, the blood mallet cursed and yelled, "All attention, all fire, then support the infantry!"

Boring and shamans. All of them entered the battle mode, chanting incantations as fast as they could. Communicate the elements of nature!

Pop!

Black clouds appeared in mid-air, arcs flickering, then gathering more and more, and then shooting towards the mage group.

Boom! Boom!

The thick lightning chain was like the dry branches of a hundred-year-old dead tree, branching out and striking in the mage's group. It will sputter again, spreading in all directions.

How dare the mages fight back, even if there is a priesthood group standing next to them, they are desperately trying to refresh their shields, there is no way. There are blue lightning bolts running all over the body, and the test of mental endurance is too great.

"These idiots!"

Falfo was going crazy, the mage group duel, pay attention to a first move, so pressed and beaten, undefeated is strange, "After casting the sluggishness technique, help the mage group increase its defense!"

The priesthood group was chanting the dullness technique, and the longest was no more than thirty seconds, but the mage group didn't even survive this time, and collapsed directly in the wave after wave of lightning bombardment of the shaman's group.

Boom! Boom!

As the first unlucky guy was struck by lightning and broke through the shield, and the electricity turned into a charred corpse, all the mages' hearts sank, a cold sweat broke out on their bodies, and they had already retreated, and then as the mages fell one after another, several mages finally couldn't bear the pressure of this death, and turned around and ran.

As a hired mage, his status is noble, even if he runs away on the battlefield, he doesn't have to worry about being hacked to death by the warlords, this is their reliance, so he has no scruples about running.

With the appearance of the escapees, the morale of the mage group collapsed, and no one would be stupid enough to stay and die, so almost instantly, the mages all withdrew from the battlefield.

"Do these guys have a problem with their brains?

The Bloodhammer was stunned, but he didn't miss this kind of opportunity, and the lightning storm expanded in an instant, and then swept them over.

The legal system is called the battery profession, because the killing efficiency is the fastest, and before the priesthood group can react, the mage group has been completely wiped out.

"What's this called?"

Watching the mages being killed on the spot by shattering their shields, the observers were dumbfounded.

"A mage who has never been on the battlefield is this virtue. ”

Some observers wiped the cold sweat that broke out on their foreheads, and they were glad that they could come to watch the battle, and when they returned, they must tell their majesty that they must let the mage group participate in actual combat training.

"Calm, debuff divine override!"

Falfo shouted, stabilizing the feelings of the priests, purely in terms of attack, the priesthood regiment will definitely not be able to defeat the mage regiment, but the other party wants to break through their defenses, and it is not so simple, so the focus of the current contest is inclined to the infantry on both sides.

Xia Luo appeared on the battlefield riding a red wolf.

"Great Prophet, this kind of small scene, you don't need to make a move!"

The blood hammer felt ashamed, if the virtuous wolf was allowed to make a move, what kind of face would the natives have to ask for the legion number?

When the three purple debuff spells fell on the native soldiers, the shaman's counterattack also arrived, and instead of attacking the priesthood regiment, they threw out two green auras to dispel the debuff spells on the native legions, and at the same time threw out three purple auras to bless the opponent with debuff magic.

The shamans blessed the magic at the right time, it was the moment when the infantry of the two sides came into contact and attacked each other.

Shrouded in a dull aura, the infantry phalanx that was about to break out was like being kicked in the crotch when preparing for the cave room on the wedding night, and suddenly withered.

The natives were killed with great momentum.

Even if the infantry carried a tower shield one person high, in front of the eight-meter-high ogre, it was no different from papier-mâché.

The natives ignored the spears and slammed them in, maces and mallets swinging, sending a large number of soldiers flying and spilling a large handful of blood.

"Quick, protect!"

Falfer's eyes cracked, and he roared loudly.

The casting speed of the Priesthood Regiment has been increased to the fastest, but the Shaman Division on the opposite side is not bad, and the elements sown by the two sides collide in the air, bursting into bursts of roars.

It seems to be evenly matched, but the observers know that the priesthood regiment is suppressed, because none of the magic falls on the corps, their task is to support, and if they can't do it, they will naturally fail.

In the ogre's opinion, these moving heads in front of them are yellow and clear gold coins, and there is no need for people to boost morale, they are already full of firepower, they don't feel that there are many people on the other side, but they want to have more.

Although the Third Corps was a main force, it was not assisted by the Priesthood Regiment, and seeing the fierce onslaught of the ogres who were not afraid of death, they could not hold it and collapsed on the whole line.

The ogre chased them and slashed and slashed.

Everyone was dumbfounded, no one expected that the battle situation would be such a one-sided shape, and the combat power of the natives of the hills was also presented for the first time in front of the humans who had always looked down on them.

"Kill them all!"

The natives in the camp yelled and cheered for their companions, and some of the fellows had not yet learned military discipline, and when they saw that it was a good wind, they simply ran out and rushed to the opposite side in a swarm, hoping to harvest a few heads.

Someone took the lead, and more and more natives rushed out.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Catapults, bed crossbows, attack!"

There was a roar in the king's army, and after a dozen seconds, huge rocks flew out of the camp and smashed into the natives, who were unlucky enough to land in a hurry, and some of the humans were unlucky and were killed by their own stones.

Of course, under this blow, there are also ogres who have not been spared.

"A bunch of fools, blow the trumpet, let them come back,"

Downton cursed, the good shape shì was wasted by these rushing guys, because the distance was too far for his catapult to hit.

The ogres heard the trumpet, and some looked back, but some didn't care, shouting, and rushed forward, so those who were watching joined in the charge.

The natives were tall and long-legged, not to mention rushing to harvest the heads, so they rushed very fast, and before the infantry regiment of 20,000 men could retreat back to the camp, they caught up with them and strangled them together.

"It's horrible!"

Seeing the ogre wielding a rudimentary gavel, each swing capable of sending several humans flying, the observers began to look at the Native Corps squarely, wondering if their own country was capable of building one.

Because there was infantry in front of them, the bed crossbow could not attack, and the catapult was a projectile attack, and it took too long to correct the trajectory, so the ogre rushed in front of the camp, some of the guys broke through the barricades, and others simply began to ram the camp fence.

"Shoot them with arrows!"

There were towers around the camp, on which stood a team of archers, and at this time the condescending shots were almost missile, but not very lethal.

Not to mention that the ogre's skin is rough and thick, they also have stone skin techniques and thorn techniques blessed by the shaman's group, and when the arrows hit them, they were directly rebounded.

"Push the ballista up!"

Ten thousand people grew up and roared.

The natives of the hills were undaunted, and some of the elite even rushed to the bottom of the tower, wielding a war hammer and striking it, and after a dozen blows, the tower collapsed, and the soldiers fell down like cooking dumplings.

"What now?"

Barty asked Downton, no one expected that a challenge would turn into a siege war, if he retreated, the ogre would inevitably be shot by a ballista, and the casualties would be not small, but if he didn't retreat, the loss of the siege was estimated to be too much for him to bear. (To be continued......)