Starting with Brugg's Faniel, the sacrifice began to appear in succession.

Warlocks require great concentration and control to cast spells, as Yennefer once likened -

It's like frying quietly in an evening dress at a ball.

It's just that the cost of casting a spell wrong is much worse than making a fool of yourself at a ball.

It can range from dizziness and cramps to organ failure and spontaneous combustion.

This is also the reason why famous warriors who have dealt with warlocks are not very weak when faced with conflicts with warlocks.

These casters' spells are easily interrupted and then slaughtered.

Unless the caster is rich and cautious, and has a lot of magical equipment with various effects strapped to himself.

Although the warlocks gathered by Vigo Fortez this time are generally worth a lot of money and have a great reputation.

But the intensity of the battlefield this time is also unprecedented!

These warlocks never imagined that the scene they were going to play in was a battlefield of this level!

And the two commanders of the Northern Alliance, Foltest and Vizmere, had never used Warlocks in this way.

Therefore, even if they have their own sense of war, they have equipped the warlocks with shield squads, but this immature and uncombated combat method is still naturally exposed under the pressure of the battle situation.

Nilfgaard's massive rout squeezed the shield guards' defenses, and these elite shield guards, who had not been trained to cooperate with the warlocks, began to spontaneously adjust their formations to look more suitable for resisting the onslaught.

But a formation that is suitable for resisting impact can be very different from a formation that protects someone.

A few more Northern Warlocks died or failed to cast spells due to arrows fired everywhere in the air while casting spells.

They all wore amulets for protection, but the intensity of the battlefield was too high.

The elastic potential energy transformed by the tough bow body gathered on the steel arrows, and the amulet could block one or ten shots, but the rain of arrows hit the body in a few minutes, how many twenty shots?

Warlocks who were shot directly to death were better said, but it was those who died during the spell casting.

"Boom !!"

There was a loud bang, accompanied by a raging flame, enveloping the surrounding circle of northern soldiers.

The armor of steel can withstand arrows, but it cannot withstand the heat.

In the midst of the terrible screams, the man in the armor looked like a can being heated.

After this scene appeared, the shield guards everywhere who were supposed to protect the warlock suddenly subconsciously distanced themselves from the protected warlock, causing a bigger defense hole.

The earth-shattering shouts continued, and the sorcerers' spells were still able to sweep away a large area, causing an attack power like a large siege machine.

The pressure on the overall defensive line of the Northern Coalition Army is also rapidly decreasing.

But Foltest and Vizmir were still terrified by the speed at which the Warlocks had lost their time.

"They've never stepped directly into battle! Damn it! It's a bunch of laymen! ”

"Old Glaz is dead! Wall's Dagbot is also dead! ”

It has been a long, long time since so many high-level warlocks have died.

But even if you are frightened and your flesh hurts, the battle still has to continue, and the commander must use human lives as numbers to win!

So even though Foltest's face twitched, he still muttered viciously while observing the battle with a telescope.

"Keep killing, keep killing every veteran you kill now, you're weakening Nilfgaard's military potential!"

If you don't kill, you can't do it, and from the moment the warlocks arrived on the battlefield, they couldn't get out.

Portals are very advanced spells, and even if these warlocks want to escape, they don't have time to put them on the high-intensity battlefield.

As a result, these warlocks gradually became red-eyed on the battlefield.

However, there were not many warlocks in the Nilphgadian army.

Before the war, Mennonite Kuhoun had recruited a large number of low-ranking warlocks from the country, and there were also a small number of high-ranking warlocks as high-ranking officers.

"Don't try to run around! Don't even think about it! ”

Frigila Vigo, pale, was grabbed by the arm by an officer.

The officer's panic had reached the point of neuroticism and hysteria, and he looked at Frigila like he was going to eat her!

"We can always have someone who can escape back to Nilfgaard! If you and other juggling bastards dare to abandon the army and flee at this time, see how the Emperor will punish you! ”

"Look at what your majesty will do in order to find the person in charge of this failure! You're a distant relative, right? You should know his style, right? ”

"Then think about it, if you run away from here, will you be happier than dead?"

Fringilla's pursed lips showed that she knew exactly what her high-ranking distant relatives were in the way of dealing with losers.

What's more, this defeat may even implicate the stability of his imperial power, so he will not be merciful.

'White flames dancing on the graves of the enemy'.

The title comes from a ball where Enshir Enreis dug up the tombstones of all the rebels and laid the floor on the ball.

This is true for the dead, and even less forgiving for the living.

"You warlocks are here to fight their warlocks!"

A random arrow struck the officer's black winged helmet with a 'poof' and burst out with a spark.

But the already nervous officer only lifted his helmet and did not take his eyes off Frigila for a moment.

"Go fight those warlocks! Open the way for the great army! In the end, even if it fails, the emperor has nothing to say! Not really."

The officer's eyes, as wide as fish's eyes, sent chills down Frigila's body.

She and the Southern Warlocks who were with her looked at each other, then nodded with difficulty.

"Then take action! Immediately. Poof. ”

The officer waved forward and motioned for the warlocks to enter combat positions. But before he could finish his sentence, a crossbow bolt slipped into the gap under his helmet.

The crossbow arrow was supposed to hit the armor's neck guard, but after the neck guard blocked the arrow, the arrow that flew out crookedly still slashed his neck.

Blood trickled down the surface of the glazed armor.

The officer died.

But the Southern Warlocks simply continued to fight in a hurry.

Because the threats given to them by the officers are still there.

The 30,000 Donifgaard officers and soldiers here will always get away with it. They will bring back the information of this battle in bits and pieces.

And if these warlocks don't return alive with enough performance, then the next treatment is almost entirely conceivable.

As a result, following the northern warlocks, the southern warlocks' eyes began to be bloodshot, mad and fierce.

War will turn the person caught up in it into madness, whether he wants it or not.

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