"That woman, is it really only level five?" said Sarenwell, asking the great magician beside him with a solemn face.

"My magic doesn't lie, it's only level five at most!" replied the Grand Mage with the same solemnity.

The archmage was still very young, about the same age as Sarenwell, and was almost destined to become an archmage in the future. Therefore, in addition to respect, Sarenwell also knows very well that he will not be on the battlefield, unless the battle situation can reach the point of control, otherwise this kind of guy with a great future, young and young will generally not risk his life.

At the beginning of the battle, the Great Mage threw out a bunch of auxiliary magic, completely fulfilling his obligation to accompany the army this time, and it was blameless.

In Sarenwell's previous battles, there is definitely no shortage of battles that have achieved absolute control. Not a battle, it's a battle made up of a series of battles, which will basically be fought under his control from beginning to end, and evolve according to his predetermined script. Even if there were some surprises, the strong reserves that Sarenwell was accustomed to keeping in his hands would be enough to wipe out all the surprises.

His name as a 'war artist' was not blown up, but was established by the victory of several wars. In terms of leading the army, it was only because of his youth and seniority that he was subordinate to Li Shilongtu in the Iron Triangle Empire. At least that's what Sarenwell himself and his men thought.

It was precisely because of his past prestige that Sharon Well was chosen to be the commander of this coalition army, otherwise, according to normal custom, it would have to be the general of the Sequoia Kingdom as the supreme commander.

However, at this point in watching the battle, the great nobles and lords of the Sequoia Kingdom, who were still cowering behind the front, were secretly glad that the command was not in their hands. That is, Sarenwell can maintain the current battle situation, if it were them, I am afraid that the defense line would have been torn apart by the elusive tactical assault of the female devil on the opposite side, and it would have fallen into a complete rout.

But Sarenwell had only been on the rise for longer than they had supported.

In front of the command area, with Sarenwell's office carriage as the core, was a large battlefield of thousands of people fighting in a melee.

Almost all of the 2,000 elite of the coalition army have been thrown into battle, and even a few hundred knights and servants who are not counted in the 2,000 number have been thrown into battle.

There are at least 100 elites around Sarenwell, but they are all personal soldiers who protect the nobles, and they belong to several nobles, and no one can mobilize this group of people until the critical moment when they are about to be besieged. Just like the five knights of the guard who were with Sarenwell himself, they would not enter the battlefield. They belonged to the royal knights, and their duties were limited to protecting Sarenwell's own safety.

The coalition forces faced a motley army of up to 6,000.

There are all kinds of people in this army, from fierce bandits to ordinary men who can only wield weapons indiscriminately. However, one-on-one, the ordinary men of the Bloodstained Land are also stronger than the average Kingdom soldier, and the weak have no room to survive in this chaotic land. Therefore, the situation in which the fronts are staggered and the two sides are mixed together in a "chaotic" battle is naturally beneficial to the miscellaneous army that has an advantage in numbers and does not suffer losses in individual combat strength.

The advantages of the professional army on the battlefield lie in organization, discipline, and cooperation, and after the individual combat power is integrated into the combat power of the corps, it is not simply accumulated, but superimposed. A well-trained battle formation can exert a one-and-a-half-times more lethality than the same period last year, and morale can be maintained for a longer time.

However, the battlefield in front of them did not have this advantage at all, and the coalition forces could not maintain their formation at all, and every time a front under the command of Sarenwell was just a little neater, the Bear Suppression Knights would fall like an incomparable hammer, smashing every piece of resistance to pieces.

When the Black Knight has carved through the lines of stubborn enemies, he will turn back to the line and reline for the next order, while also being able to rest. The ones who then swooped down and devoured the chaotic front were the wolf-like servant troops.

The two archmages of the Schumpeter family did not bless their own warriors with auxiliary magic, and all their energy was on the strong body of the opponent.

In the magic duel, four allied magicians of rank and above have been killed by the storm of magic, and three second-level priests have become their victims. This is out of place, but it can erupt hysterically at any time. The melee battlefield didn't bother her in the slightest, she could go wherever she wanted, and the ability to teleport was terrifying, so that she could always appear quietly next to her target and kill them with a single blow.

Her hands, feet, knees, elbows, and even parts of her body could be turned into murder weapons, and the dull twin knives were terrifyingly sharp, and in front of them, the heavy plate armor of the Imperial knights was almost like papier-mâché.

Sinclair didn't attack much, but each time he turned the tide in one fell swoop. The sixth-level priest, the fourth-level great magician, and a sixth-level Sanctuary knight all died in her hands one after another. And it's on the battlefield!Only the Sacred Knight's dying counterattack made her vomit a mouthful of blood, which was black 'colored' blood!

The manticore crouched silently, its massive form itself an indescribable deterrent. Its power has not yet been fully revealed, and it seems to be only responsible for protecting Sinclair when she is stupefied and independent. Once a team of elite knights broke through the miscellaneous soldiers and rushed towards the manticore, only to be shrouded in a poisonous mist spewed out by its tail needle, and all of them died within half a minute. The manticore, which had been sprayed with poisonous mist, also looked a little wilted, but after Sinclair fed its heart one by one, it was rejuvenated. No one dared to approach the manticore, not even the Bear Rider was reluctant to approach it.

Facing a rabble of thousands with an elite division, Sarenwell originally thought it would be a hand-to-hand battle.

The numerical disadvantage was only superficial, and the experience of commanding the Red Cossack Escort had made him know that the true combat effectiveness of the nearly 3,000 elite professional troops on his side had actually surpassed that of his opponent exponentially. Not to mention the impact of battle damage on the makeshift patchwork.

However, the war did not go according to his expectations at all, and the devilish girl also showed an extremely keen sense of smell for the battlefield, the powerful fulcrum of the battlefield was uprooted by Hinkrell one by one, and the stable battle line was crushed and scattered by the Bear Knight, and finally the battle turned into a melee.

And there were six thousand people brought by Sinclair! Isaaronwell's knowledge of the Bloodstained Lands made me afraid that all the adult men she could find were driven to the battlefield by her. The most incomprehensible thing to him was that the actual battle losses of the other side were more than his own, but almost none of these miscellaneous soldiers who were forced into the battlefield tried to retreat or flee.

When Sinclair's figure disappeared again and appeared in the midst of a group of hard-fought Imperial knights, Sarenwell only felt a darkness in front of him, knowing that this group of cavalry must be finished. How many people has this devil girl killed? She never seems to get tired or hurt.

Sarenwell even had the illusion that the girl was obviously tired and hurt, but as long as she ate a few strong hearts, she would become refreshed again.

In fact, this is not his delusion, Sinclair is wearing a fourth-order magic pattern construct: Dark Sacrifice. This construct gives her an ability similar to the Bloodline Talent, which can draw a large amount of life force from the body parts of the enemy's condensed essence, replenish her own consumption, and repair certain flesh/body damage.

This is an extremely powerful construct, so powerful that it is directly "forced" by the fifth-order construct, but the flaw is also obvious, that is, the ability of the Dark Sacrifice is disgusted by the dragon of eternity and time, so it is difficult for the owner to obtain the divine gift of time. That is, in the long road to the strong, they have at least a hundred years less life than their opponents.

Seeing Sinclair destroy a team of Templars again, Sarenwell grabbed the great magician beside him, stared at him with red eyes, and roared at the highest volume: "Okay, this is your fifth level?

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