When the dense phalanx of archers in Bracada's army was just beginning to advance, General West cast a pleading look at Lauren Beyer, the deputy director standing beside him, although his army was not very afraid of the archers on the opposite side with the cover of the female wall and the corner tower, but if it was completely suppressed by the other side, then the enemy siege team could climb unscrupulously.

This is something that no one wants to see.

The pot-bellied Vice Dean nodded, only then could he see the majesty of being a high-ranking mage in his solemn eyes, and he stepped down the platform and then onto the city wall, the team of mentors who had been waiting below the platform followed him closely.

"O water spirits that swim in the air, please listen to my cry, ask for power from you in the name of the Elemental Pact, and turn into ice and freeze the enemies before me. ”

"Feel my wrath, gentle water spirits, show your uneasy rage, and destroy the evil before my eyes!"

"Thunderbolt Ice!"

"Ice Ring!"

With the incantations of the thirty mages chanting in unison, the flame that was originally scorched by the scorching sun on the city wall quickly drained away, and turned into endless cold water vapor, and bursts of water-blue magical light connected into a magic river nearly twenty meters long above the city wall, and after they shouted the name of the spell, the river instantly turned into a violent torrent of water elementals, and swept towards the phalanx of archers below the city wall.

"Boom!"

The archers of Bracada suffered the most terrible disaster in their lives, after the water elemental that usually seemed gentle and tender exploded in the crowd, circles of cold magic aura also spread like ripples, those who were stained by the rippling blue light on their left hand lost their left hand in screaming, those who were touched by the merciless white light lost their thighs in fear, and those who were touched by the white or blue light on their heads and hearts lost their lives in silence.

By the time the mages on the city walls lowered their raised hands, the phalanx of 3,000 archers that had advanced to the city was nearly half, and there were still non-stop wails and cries coming from the crowd below, and there were still many injured people who were injured by this collective range of magic.

Lear opened his mouth wide in the corner of the female wall, and it was only now that he truly appreciated the horrors of magic, and was deeply aware of his own weakness and insignificance.

"Stand back!

Amid the hoarse cries of fear from the captain of the archers, Palofodi's mages also walked down the walls, and the massive combined spell casting just now was also a heavy burden for them.

They need to replenish their mana, and as noble mages and important strategic resources, they can't risk exposing themselves to the range of trebuchets.

"The people of Tartaglia will remember your greatness, and the Queen of the Marshes will remember your kindness, and allow me to personally express my sincerest gratitude to you. ”

Vest waited beneath the walls, bowing deeply to the mage team led by Lauren.

"All for Tartaglia. ”

Vice Dean Lauren replied weakly.

As the core person of this joint spellcasting, he not only has to convey his own magic power, but also maintain the magic power of other people in the process of combining without colliding with each other, which is really tiring for him who is over sixty years old.

"We can't help you for the next day, General, the mentors have just exhausted their magic and we need to rest. ”

West's brow furrowed deeply when he heard this, but then a smile of understanding appeared on his face.

"Rest assured, not a single enemy will climb the walls within this day, and I vouch for my life. ”

"I hope so. ”

With that, Lauren turned and walked towards his quarters, and the others hurried to their lab.

The war has just begun, and hopefully that deterrent counterattack will buy Palofodido some time.

All the mages had taken the recovery potion and started meditating after returning to their homes or labs, except for a blue figure who rushed out in a panic as soon as she returned to the lab, her cries of worry echoing throughout the building.

"Lear!, where are you!?"

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Lear is busy.

The attack of the mage regiment did not completely demoralize Bracada's army, and after a short break the archery phalanx was replenished, and their army was too numerous to withstand a few more attacks like that from Palofodi's mages.

Only this time the commanders of the archers learned to be obedient, they no longer advanced under the city walls, but began to scatter scattered projectiles from a distance of two hundred meters, although this would greatly reduce the effect of the attack, but at the same time ensured their own safety, after they lost their first commander.

The lizardman warriors in the corner tower felt a huge pressure, and the enemy crossbow arrows that would come from now greatly limited their space to fight back freely, and the captains roared and cursed angrily, but the feathered arrows shot at the enemy from the corner of the corner tower and the female wall were still scattered, like a light rain in a rice field on a March day.

At the same time, a phalanx of 500 ballistae was pushed to the front of Bracada's army, and after the commander's order, the two-meter-thick thigh-thick crossbow arrows began to hit the walls of Palofodi, and although the magic boulder was strong, Lear still felt a slight vibration from the wall beneath his feet.

Like the silent wail of a giant beast.

With the help of the archers, pikemen and swordsmen also came out to charge, carrying long ladders to the walls of Palofodi, and in order to make these ladders they cut down almost half of the trees in the oasis in two days, without being punished by environmental protection laws.

"Fight back! Fight back, idiot!"

At Vest's angry shouts, a dark shadow rose from the rear of Bracada's army and swooped down at great speed towards the top of the walls.

Gryphon Legion!

It's not fun.

After Lear secretly threw a magic arrow at the commander who commanded the infantry to erect a ladder under the city walls and successfully brought them down, he suddenly felt a certain part of the griffon swarm coming from the sky.

The first Bracada warrior to climb the city wall was glorious and inevitably smashed into meatloaf by the werewolf warriors, but the claws of the hundreds of griffons that followed easily grabbed through the werewolves' breastplates, and spread their wings to pull them into the air and throw them out of the wall, but those who struggled after landing were all killed by a dozen sharp spears.

The lizard warriors in the corner tower began to turn their arrows and shoot at the griffons in the air, and the arrows soaked in the sap of the bloody throat tree could make the fierce monsters fall from the sky with a howl, and then the werewolves would smash the griffons into meatloaf like the spearmen of the city did to their people.

After successfully sneaking up on two griffons with magical arrows and watching them turn into pulp in the female wall hallway, Lear finally catches the attention of several griffons around him.

These intelligent monsters opened their wings with a roar, and their claws as sharp as knives kept clutching at the low wall of the urn where Lear was hiding, but because Lear was too thin and hiding, the gap where they were hiding was too small, and they couldn't attack it anyway, which made the griffons' eyes redder and redder, and their claws fell on the low wall like rain.

It looks like a hen is plowing the ground before laying eggs.

And Lear, after using the magic arrow to kill a griffin again, helplessly found that he didn't have much magic left, at most, he would turn back into a weak chicken with no power to restrain the chicken, and there were three griffons waiting to tear him apart.

It's embarrassing.

It's not that he doesn't want to use higher-level magic, but Lear judged that his current base strength should be two according to the setting, and the damage that a magic arrow can do is just enough to kill a griffin, if he wants to use the magic that Aryriel taught him or even higher, the magic power consumed is not proportional to the effect produced, it is better to hide here and release the cold arrow.

And he didn't want to attract the attention of the other party's magicians or powerful beings, although those people had not emerged from Bracada's army until now, but there was no such equipment in the ranks of 50,000 people, and Lear would not believe it if he killed him.

"Teacher, where are you, come and save me. ”

Then there is only prayer.

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