At the same time, the sound of the horn was heard in the distance, to the ears of Mira Salian and other revival troops who were rushing. Hearing the horn, their attack was paused, and they thought they were in an ambush. But if you taste it carefully, the sound is heard farther away, and there must be another battlefield opening.

At the same sound of the horn, some of the pursuers hesitated, but many more did not hesitate to bite the Baxing Army that missed the opportunity to act because of unexpected circumstances.

In the name of the White Mist, Mira Salian, dressed in God-given armor, mercilessly smashed everyone who stood in her way with a flail. A strong man like her, although she has great skills, strong endurance and physical strength, is not as efficient as the magicians who concentrate on chanting spells and amplifying moves.

She can easily cut through the enemy's line and repel the strong who attack, but she can't wipe out the enemy's morale. Especially when she is not interested in the battlefield in front of her, and the strength and weakness of the enemy and the enemy are still obvious. The soldiers who failed to face the power of the white mist were still motivated by the hope of victory.

But for Mira Salion, a wake-up call rang in her heart, an indescribable instinct, as if the Lord of Mystery was urging her. Hurry, hurry, stop this before things get out of hand.

On the battlefield next to the magic tower, the soldiers lined up under the command of the nobles, crossing the five-flowered bundle and kneeling hostages. Their role is only to prevent the tower master from casting strategic magic, and it is enough to exist; When it comes to invading the tower, these ordinary people will become an obstacle to the attacker. Therefore, it is the mercy of this group of self-righteous people to let them fend for themselves on the battlefield, rather than driving them to stand at the forefront of the battle line.

The queues of the first layer of encirclement were launched at the same time. The soldiers in the direction of the south gate were naturally the first vanguard of the invasion. The people on the east side carried a long ladder and prepared to enter through the gap between the second and third floors. The soldiers in the other directions held the destruction mallet diagonally to their chests, and the noble knights who led the queue took out the scrolls of destruction magic, ready to break through the wall.

Magic may be ever-changing, but there are only a few strategies for attacking towers, all of which are based on strength and sacrifice. Everyone knew it, but no one was afraid, and the rewards and pensions promised by the nobles were enough for them to pay for their lives. If they really do a great job, it will be a chance to turn over and enjoy being revered as a knight.

Riding on a horse, the Marquis of Neumann stood in the center of the main formation, looking at the silent magic tower. It was also the first time he had experienced such a large-scale war. In the past, it was just a conflict between nobles, hundreds or thousands of people stood in a queue, screaming at each other, and after a while, the matter came to an end.

In addition to the number of people, the elements of victory are also the incentives before the battle and the call for battle on the battlefield. It is to convince the soldiers under his command that they are the righteous party, and there is a bunch of damn guys on the other side. According to this routine, victory is within reach.

But it was also the first time for him to attack the magic tower. You can only follow the examples given by your predecessors, and then make some changes according to local conditions, and then it depends on the performance of the soldiers under your command. What made him a little unaccustomed was that the magic tower, unlike a manned fortress or enemy army column, was silent and could not see any change in morale.

Devouring the lives of their subordinates in silence like this was not without pressure on them, the nobles in command. But the treasures hidden in the tower are coveted. You can only use the beautiful situation after the victory to hypnotize yourself and say that everything is worth it.

Suddenly, the third layer of the magic tower lit up with cyan light lines, densely packed. The Arcane Eye twitched in different directions, left and right, up and down, forward and backward, as if to signal something bad was about to happen.

The crowd still doesn't believe that the tower master dares to use strategic magic in the face of the world's condemnation. If he accidentally injured an ordinary person, he would have to face even stronger revenge from the entire Lost World.

After telling himself for the third time that it was impossible, Marquis Neumann noticed that the Arcane Eye had calmed down and stopped moving. At the same time, a flash of light flashed in front of him, and then he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

What's going on?

Lowering his head, this shiny and luxurious armor ran through the front and back, and a large hole was opened in his chest, and blood kept pouring out. Even the fishy smell poured out of his throat, and the marquis wanted to maintain his usual elegance, but he couldn't help the bright red that flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He still used magic after all.

Before falling off the horse, the Marquis's last thought flashed. The last picture that caught my eye was the scene of countless light bullets shooting out from the top of the tower in all directions.

The Tower of the Great Sage is a special improved version, the third stage of the strategic-level light bomb attack array. After making sure that the encircled army did not intend to retreat, Lin turned on a magical attack. The Arcane Eye's powerful detection ability sharpens the original attack lock-on mode. All light bullets are directed at the place where the enemy's energy is most abundant, and in humans' terms, that is the heart.

With an attack frequency of 300 to 450 rounds per minute, there are four magic arrays in the south, east, and west that attack at the same time, which means that the attack frequency per minute exceeds 1,000. Lower than the speed at which the 50 machine guns were touched during the Earth period, and the four were fired at the same time. It's not that it can't be faster, it's just that Lin doesn't think it's necessary. And with the most basic attack speed, it seems that it is impossible to deal with such a large number of enemies. Therefore, the parameters can only be set by feeling.

It's not so much a war as another experiment or a game for Lin. Sitting in a closed room, watching the numbers change, just like playing strategic video games in the past, how many people died, how much blood was deducted, it was just the game numbers.

The surveillance screen outside the tower is just a few long shots with fixed positions and fixed angles. For former otaku who are used to watching Hollywood blockbusters, they feel that the scene presented in the picture is a bit fake. But I never thought that the people in it would be like to be in hell.

From the first luminous grenade, when the Marquis of Neumann fell to the ground, no one has yet realized what is happening. When the sky flew up and attacked in all directions, hitting everyone's chest with precision, opening a large hole in the bleeding pool, someone began to realize that something was wrong.

When the deceased, who had lost his strength, rolled his eyes, and the sound of falling dust reached the ears of his companions, and in front of him was the shocking bloody hole in his chest, and the panic really spread.

No one can be in hell and still have the courage. Everyone, whether he was a soldier of the civilian class or a noble knight, they threw down their weapons, shields, and some of them unbuttoned their armor with quick movements, and turned to flee.

It no longer matters what the queue is, and in the forbidden spell, no kind of battle formation of the army can bring hope of survival. Those nobles who are high up in the face of death are no different from commoners. The noble bloodline does not bring them courtesy, and the value of all people is just a shining bullet.

The crumbling army fled into the forest like a receding tide. This will not change their fate, and more people will die on the way to escape. The light bullets that came from behind were still accurate, passing through the back armor, spine, heart, and then breaking through the chest.

But they had no choice but to flee for their lives. As is common sense in the world of Mazeland, what is the only way to deal with the forbidden curse? It's just a matter of escaping. Escape from the attack range, escape from the area covered by the forbidden spell, and you will survive.

Some people hid behind trees, their backs against towering ancient trees, naively believing that they could dodge the magic orbs of light from the tower as long as they hid in the blind corner. But the exploding chest shows that the reality is cruel.

Some people drag their comrades next to them, thinking that as long as they are one step ahead of others, they will die instead of themselves. The ending didn't change much, and the difference was just a breath, and it was the same pour into the pool of blood he had created.

Countless selfish, or selfless dramas, staged in front of death, and then thrown into the arms of the underworld without exception.

When Mira Sallian, desperately scrambled back, saw the first soldier fleeing in panic, she knew that the last thing she wanted to see had happened.

For the owner of the Magic Tower, it was never an option to avoid using strategic magic in the face of an invading army. Any small means are just to buy some time to attack. When the tower owner's sense of crisis overshadows his conscience, it is the beginning of the disappearance of countless lives.

A large number of fleeing soldiers crossed the flank, completely oblivious to the task of blocking or capturing the Royal Revival Army alive; They didn't even dare to stop and warn the oncoming group. The light bullets of magic bombarded mercilessly, and with each shot, a life would be taken.

Seeing the fleeing soldiers fall, Mira Salian realized that she was within range of the forbidden spell. For a supreme person like her, it is not difficult to save her life in the forbidden spell, and perhaps the price will be a little greater. But for more than a year, the old ministers who loyally followed the royal family and pinned their hopes on themselves could not be kept. Even his two temple warrior subordinates are a little hanging.

She shouted to everyone: "Stop, circle, raise shield!" ”

The order was carried out quickly, or the others did not know what to do at this time. The instructions from those who are loyal are carried out unconditionally and without any hesitation.

Instead, the group of pursuers behind them clung to it, and for a while they couldn't figure out what was going on. All the soldiers stood in place, dazed, looking at their comrades gathered under the same flag, calling for help, fleeing, and then dying.

The Light Bomb Attack Array did not spare them because this group of partial troops was responsible for blocking the Revival Army and did not appear next to the magic tower. When the first projectile pierced one of the soldiers, panic erupted. They understood the reasons for the escapees, and they did not have time to complain about why there was no one to remind them, and the escape had become a disaster that the commander could not stop.

Leaning on her shoulders against her comrades, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess was protected by the group of troubled ministers with shields. She forcefully pushed away the others, squeezed to the outermost edge of the shield array, and the released fighting qi condensed into a peach-colored air shield in front of her, protecting others as much as possible. At the same time, countless light bullets flexibly shuttled through the forest, and they circled before hitting the circular tortoise formation formed by the shields.

She didn't think she could get away with it, and only saw the sight as a pattern for the forbidden spell itself. This large-scale attack magic has a prelude, a climax, and an epilogue, and it will not be static. So in which part he will die, only His Majesty, who is in charge of fate, can know.

Suddenly, a dense wave of light bullets filled the field of vision. This female warrior who has fought against the Demon Lord, slain evil dragons, participated in the war of the Divine Kingdom waged by the Lord of Mysteries against other gods, and has received countless blessings, has also found that those memories worth remembering are floating in front of her eyes one by one.

Skimming to his side, then calming down.

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Thanks to the book friends for the tips from the monitoring satellite, Wulongyuan, and aassww