Fireball, a spell to be celebrated, is enough to make for a thick study of how it changes a mage's position on the battlefield. Since the invention of this spell, almost all mages have poured their hearts and souls into it, using various means to improve it. As a result, so-called "most modified" spells have far more range than a bow and arrow, simple spell triggers, and powerful power.

The light of the explosion appeared divine for a moment, the scattered flames carried a hot and deadly temperature, and the huge roar was deafening, announcing to the world in the most intuitive form what is the power of a mage. In the face of such forces, the dense cavalry ranks received a heavy blow. Quite a few knights were thrown out of the saddle and thrown to the ground. The horses screamed, their manes and tails spreading out behind them like lit flags. Many knights, whose hair and clothes were on fire, were being beaten with their gloves. A few people chose to roll on the ground, but the horses' hooves trampled around killed them.

The chaotic scene has discouraged many people, and some knights have forgotten about fighting and counterattacking, and only think about finding a place to hide. Seeing this, Siegel summoned a fireball with his wand again, and smashed it at the knights who were still on horseback. A second bright red fireball pierced the night sky, drowning out the chaotic sounds on the battlefield with a loud bang. After this time, only three knights were left to sit on horseback, and the others were bewildered infantrymen.

The knights saw Siegel's location with the light of a split second as the fireball was fired, and they rode up to the pain of their skin being burned by the fire. The mount under the crotch let out heavy breathing, and they saw that the horse's mouth was full of blood. After this battle is over. None of these horses survived. The knights endured the grief in their hearts. Vowed to kill that hateful mage.

Cavalry spears were held steadily in the air. It is more stable and straight than when they participated in the martial arts competition. There are no flowers, cheers, and beautiful ladies here, only the most basic need to kill. Siegel naturally wouldn't stand stupidly and fight hard with the knights, he saw the orcs who had caught up, and shouted: "Kill a few of them!"

The spear was greeted not by another spear full of honor, but by more than a dozen javelins and throwing axes that broke through the air. Many of the throwing weapons didn't have much accuracy, but they were still terrifying when they suddenly appeared in the darkness of the knight's sight. Two knights were hit in armor by a chaotic weapon. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he could no longer hold the weapon in his hand. The last knight cowered behind the horse's neck, luckily avoiding the fatal injury. The mage's figure was not far away, and he was about to make the final aim with his spear.

But the seven identical mages in front of him, which one is real?

"You despicable mage, shameless scum!" roared the knight, watching as his spear struck the void in the air. Siegel drew the long sword from his waist, leaned slightly sideways, and stabbed the knight's side with the tip of the sword, inserting it in the gap between the breastplate and the skirt. The Stardust Sword was extremely sharp, and there was only a slight frustration in Siegel's hand. The six remaining shadows around him made the exact same move. In an instant, it was as if seven swords had hit the knight at the same time. When the mage returned the sword to its sheath, the knight was already lying on horseback. He was led by his mount and slowly marched across the battlefield.

By this time, William had recovered from the shock. He fell to the ground during the first fireball, and the fallen horse carried most of the power of the second fireball for him. Despite being covered in burns and falls, he gritted his teeth and continued to fight. Quickly extinguishing the flames on his body, he untied the longbow behind his back first.

The feather was the most flammable part of William's weapon, and it was all ignited in the explosion of the fireball. It might have been better if it had been completely burned into a bare rod, but now the pitted tail feathers would make the arrows spin in the air. The mage who cast the fireball must be the lord of Myr, and he has to try it no matter how difficult it is. William's heart swelled up with a fierce surge, and he half-knelt on the ground, stuck the arrows from the horse's carcass into the ground, and then took the longbow and began to shoot aim.

He squinted his eyes and took a closer look at the situation in the night. He saw his knight stabbed in the stomach and dead on horseback. A hazy phantom, but based on the movements of the sword when it was stabbed, I guessed the location of the real body. Although it was still dark and it was difficult to hit the target from a distance of more than 100 meters, Knight William shot his own arrow while praying to the god of warriors.

The reddish shield deflected the feathered arrows that were fired at Siegel, and the mage's counterattack came swift and violent. Three small purple-red balls of light shot out of the wand at lightning speed, slicing a silent arc through the air and crashing into William's body. The knight felt that his eyes were dark, and he could no longer hold the weapon in his hand, and fell into a coma.

"Rush, fight your way out!" There are about thirty knights who still have the ability to fight back, their armor and weapons are there, and their martial arts are also there. If you take into account their desperate spirit to survive, the militia of Rock Village may have to pay a great price to defeat these enemies. Preparing for such a situation, Siegel pulled out a scroll and used his best creation (spell) spell to summon a foul-smelling cloud among the enemy army.

The green clouds are very faint and do not interfere with the vision, but the strong smell seems to be able to condense into substance. With just one sip, the inhaled stinking cloud can cause a sharp pain in the stomach, like ten hedgehogs dancing wildly in it. Most warriors are able to withstand physical injuries and ignore the wounds of swords, guns, and halberds, but the pain in their internal organs is another matter entirely. Stimulated by the foul-smelling clouds, their faces were distorted, their faces were pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans instantly appeared on their foreheads. One by one, they curled up, and the weapons in their hands and the ability to fight fell weakly. Several people walked out of the mist as if they were drunk, but they still knelt on the ground and vomited vigorously.

Only a few particularly athletic fighters were still capable of fighting, but their numbers were simply too small. The orcs gathered around them and pointed their improvised weapons at them. Even if they rush forward, they will first be attacked by throwing weapons such as slings, and they will also face the threat of spears. Not far away, there was also a mage staring at him, his wand glowing with a menacing light. Several warriors finally threw down their long swords, raised their hands and said, "We surrender!"

There are many ropes in the mine, and now they all come in handy. The work of removing the weapons and armor of the cavalry and cleaning the battlefield can be done by the villagers. Seeing that the situation was under control, Siegel dispersed the smoke. According to the captives' instructions, he knew that it was the leader of the team who had been attacked by him with his energy missile spell.

William was dying, but alive. Siegel knew that this was the murderer of the merchant on the road, a man who had killed him in order to cover up his march. He stood quietly in front of William, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and many of the bound captives stared at Siegel's side.

Siegel knew that this battle with the Uther family was not over, and that if he had a hostage, he would have an advantage in many ways. He crouched down and examined William's wounds: the impact of the fireball and the energy missile had shattered several of his ribs, and it was not obvious from the appearance that he had ruptured organs. It was pointless to simply bandage the wound, so Siegel pulled out a bottle of healing potion and poured it into him. He then took William's saber and put it with his own Stardust.

"Humm, leave him alone. Siegel said, "Double-check that he has a weapon on him, and don't let him run." ”

"Humm!" the orc approached with a chain, followed by a fellow loot collector with a sack of marijuana in both hands.

"Let the warriors escort the captives to the city of Myr, and the villagers hide them, and it may be a good idea to be in the mines. Remember to ask them to bring enough food and water. To prevent the Uther family from unexpectedly continuing to attack the mines, leave the clever people to protect the villagers. Got it?"

The orc smiled and replied categorically, "Humm!"

Siegel summons the Phantom Pony, and he is on his way to the next battlefield.

The southern part of Heim Territory is a region of rift valleys, where more than 70 years ago there were frequent earthquakes that destroyed villages and farmland, and many residents fell into the dark abyss in their sleep. After the earthquake, it became a no-man's land full of ravines and rifts. For some reason, even without human interference, there is very little vegetation to grow. No tree can grow taller, and there is not much difference between trees and saplings for decades. Only thatch in the fields survives in this place, sheltering the few burrowing animals such as snakes and rats.

Few people come to this rift area, but that doesn't mean there is no one paying attention here. The Huggles of Vanet knew that there were several roads that could safely cross the Rift Valley, and that would send their army away from the dense woods south of the Heim Realm and directly into the hinterland near Myr. After opening up this route, Viscount Uther was able to attack the Heim Territory from two directions, with the effect of a two-fist strike.

He didn't know his left hook had failed.

At the age of 55, Dre Uther III is still in good health and full of energy. Under his control, the Hero Territory had become one of the best in the South, with the best cavalry and archers. However, the current development of Hiro Ling has reached a bottleneck, and it lacks the motivation to continue to rise. So when he heard that the new lord of the Heim Lords had discovered the gold mine, he couldn't help but envy this lucky guy. He had planned to marry him with his eighteen-year-old daughter and tie the gold mine to his chariot. Kokarov's death and Siegel's wedding dispelled this thought, and he found that he had only one way to become king of the South.

Only on the battlefield can a king be born, and his mind is full of this idea. (To be continued......)

PS: If you add glitter dust, it's basically a low-level mage combo, hehe.