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Bai Teye narrowed his eyes, and sharp sparks flashed in his deep gaze.

The people on the city tower are naturally not real - ordinary civilians cannot have the courage to stand on the wall of the two armies and shout loudly, even if the current battle situation has entered a short break due to the setback of the besieging side, it is impossible for the people who are driven up the city wall to appear so calm and natural.

Illusion is not a problem, but the problem is that the people created by these illusions are too real.

Even mages who are not familiar with the characters in the territory can find two or three impressed faces in it, and the problem that follows from this is that Sigma City has indeed fallen......

This realization made the mage feel as if his head had been rubbed hard, and even his eyes were a little black.

I underestimated my opponent too much.

I didn't expect the other party to do such a thing - this is indeed the most reasonable way to attack, a large group of people came to attack, it was when their city defense was the emptiest, and the guards left in the city were only two or three hundred, if a mage had that kind of thought, it was indeed not difficult to capture it.

To be precise, it was a mistake made by Siegel Blackhawk - to make a rash decision to attack, without the slightest knowledge of the enemy, and to dismissively and one-sidedly think that the enemy was just a young and worthless mage. And in order to vent, he also took out almost all the troops in the entire territory without authorization, and the defense was so empty that it was taken advantage of by the enemy.

But as the chief of staff, he is obviously not immune to blame.

No, maybe it's up to you to take the most responsibility.

The lord naturally will not make any mistakes, not to mention that because his mother died in childbirth when he gave birth to him, the Duke placed a lot of expectations and favor on this heir, even if he had to be banished to a territory because it was too ridiculous, the Duke still gave him preferential treatment that ordinary noble brothers could not imagine, so the matter in front of him could only be attributed to the dereliction of duty of the staff. There was no advance warning of the dangers he might encounter......

A resentment could not help but rise in the mage's heart—to be expected...... The mage is only intelligent, but he is not omniscient about the situation in front of him. Who could have predicted that?

In Tuminis, no, on the entire continent, attack the domain of a noble. This is the most straightforward form of declaring war - burning Sigma is equivalent to giving the Black Hawk family a slap in the face. Although the slap was not heavy, it was very loud. And deadly.

Nobility, that is, a noble race, but what is the so-called nobility? It's status, it's something that is supported by a delicate, large and boring system of human feelings...... The structure of nothingness is erected in everyone's heart. Therefore, it is often surprisingly simple to destroy it, and a small fact can make it collapse.

Therefore, for the aristocracy, they must maintain its existence with all their lives, in order to distinguish themselves from others. to gain their own proud capital. So, when the big picture is complicated, you can give a big nobleman a stab in the back, and they have a high chance of being patient because of it, but when it comes to aristocratic authority and family honor, even if it's only superficial. can always cause an unreasonable shock because of a seemingly inconspicuous little thing, and the bloody shuffle that ensues.

There is only one village in the territory. How dare a little lord with less than two thousand people actually touch the tiger whiskers of Blackhawk's behemoth monster? He also openly attacked the other party's territory, but behind his own stood a dignified duke of the kingdom, qualified to be on an equal footing with His Majesty the King, a small local lord,

This guy must have burned out his brain from some experimental accident, which is why he is so crazy.

With this excuse, Blackhawk can justifiably eliminate him, a mage's identity will never be able to protect him, and even if he absconds immediately, he will also have to face the pursuit of the Blackhawk family.

However, there was a faint worry in the mage's heart,

So what if the other party is not a real fool? What if he doesn't just have the identity of a spellcast......er? After all, this is Tumenes, the realm of mages, and the rules of transcending the nobility are not inextricable, as long as you are a spellcaster, you can use your power to challenge the rules of authority.

If his strength has surpassed himself......

Impossible, right......

The mage shook his head and threw this absurd idea out of his head - the spellcaster is always at the pinnacle of the human race, a rare race, even Tuminis, who has a magic academy, has touched the real name of the Cunzài, it is only a few hundred, and among them, there are only a few dozen people who can touch the eight-ring or even nine-ring magic net, even if he has already left the academy, but he has never neglected the attention to the juniors, but he has never heard of a genius who was born by chance and is amazing......

In any case, in fact, what is needed at this time should be appropriate caution, steady and steady, military food and manpower, undoubtedly their own side has an advantage, if it is......

"All the people, rush up for me! The first one to rush into the city will be rewarded with five hundred gold coins, and the one who kills the mage will be rewarded with two thousand!"

The roar of the young nobleman, echoing on the edge of the battlefield, interrupted the mage's steady thinking, and in the midst of this shrill sound, the war was pushed back into orbit by the rage.

......

The spearmen have lost all their will to fight.

Even counting the attrition, there were still two thousand of them, and half of them were terrified by the bloody outburst, and the other half were terrified by the callings of the vision...... But the enemy was finally energized by the rage, and the cuirass warriors advanced from the rear of the battle formation, driving them away and pushing them back into the battlefield.

The terrible trumpets, mixed with the wails of the spearmen, and the roars of the warriors, rushed towards the walls in a scattered manner,

"The two wings are mercenaries, and the one in the center and the rear should be the last of the lord's family, and he seems to be ready to take a desperate gamble. ”

On the city wall, Meliane poked his gaze out of the battlement, crossed the battlefield that was still surrounded by green smoke, and landed on the local battle array, although the mercenary could not have the same combat experience as a professional soldier, but it was more than enough to deal with such a small scene. He just frowned and watched as the messy charge crossed the center of the battlefield. Eventually, he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to let the mages help us?"

"They have another task. ”

Edward's eyes narrowed, staring at the scrambled enemy as they crossed the central axis of the battlefield. With a wave of his arm, a group of half-elves emerged from behind the hidden battlements, arrows falling like a sparse drizzle, but each one. will take a life!

These old ghosts of the Psychic Warlock are very guarded, and he can't fully control them, especially in terms of remuneration, each of them is comparable to the members of the Internal Revenue Bureau of a certain country in his memory, so the Psychic Warlock finally reached an agreement with them. Even if they only carry out some ordinary commissions, and if they go to war, then at least Edward will have to pay five times the price, so taking a small hole and transferring them to destroy the cities of his opponents, and by the way, escorting the plundered population, is already the best Edward can do. As for the current state of affairs. It seems that he has to do it himself.

But fortunately, the overall situation has been decided, and the enemy in front of him is just a dying struggle.

Desperate and nothing can change the situation, there is still half the amount of explosives buried in the ground in advance, as long as the opponent rushes through the designated place. An explosion will cut off its main force as much as possible. The peasants will inevitably fall into a rout, and they will be greeted next. It's the arrows of the half-elf mercenaries, as long as they pay attention to destroying those ladders, the chaotic peasant soldiers will become their biggest obstacle.

That Lord also had more than two hundred medium-armored cavalry in the rear formation, in this plane, there is no tradition of cavalry not participating in the siege, as long as the magic can work, there are a lot of tactics, can make the city wall into a smooth road suitable for cavalry charge!

Therefore, my task is to be the caster.

The psychic warlock raised his gaze and focused on the figure wrapped in the robe behind the opponent, and at this time, the opponent just raised his hand, using a burst of magical luster, to create a powerful change on the battlefield!

The horn is blowing!

The charging procession suddenly separated a little! And among them, a dozen or so figures suddenly became conspicuous—they swelled up, and in the blink of an eye, they became twice as tall, two, and three times as tall!

Giant Magic?

Edward was stunned for a moment, but then noticed some disturbing details.

These huge figures, without exception, possess knotted muscles, thick skeletons, and bodies like small mountains, with a rumbling sound on the ground and bulging fangs, and their faces are by no means comparable to simply becoming larger.

The psychic mancer's heart sank.

This dying throes do seem to have some troubles - not the giant technique, but the shrinking technique...... It seems that they were hidden among the soldiers by shrinking before, although they have doubled in size, they still look much larger than ordinary people, but in the charge, they are indeed inconspicuous.

So, they are real giants!

Edward narrowed his eyes at the giants, it was the first time he had seen something this big.

Legend has it that dragons and giants were staunch allies once upon a time...... They each built an extremely brilliant civilization. But after all, it fell into a war for hegemony. So in the end, they used a decisive magic to fight. It is a terrible curse that will cause intelligent creatures to gradually degenerate back into savagery...... Eventually, the giants degenerated into a stupid, brutal race full of bestiality, and only a handful of giants were spared. And the dragons aren't much better. Their size shrinks, and they become more and more lethargic. Crucially, their wisdom dissipated as well.

For the giants and dragons, this is a great misfortune, but for some other races, it is indeed a great luck.

These colossal monsters are the equivalent of real-life tanks: they move quickly, their terrifying bodies are terrifying, and they can withstand huge blows...... In the face of them, the low-ranking infantry is afraid that it will not help to burrow into the fortifications, cover and concealment under their power are simply paper barriers, the infantry is widely dispersed, and more use of long-range attacks, or it will be effective, but even if fifty soldiers are combined, it is difficult to defeat a giant in close combat.

The usual practice is to drag him down with a bow and arrow, and after dispersing, the giants can only kill a few at most in a round.

But for the situation, Edward didn't have too many soldiers to do that kind of thing.

Of course, he didn't need to.

A fiery red fireball slammed into the giant! The flames shrank, enveloping a dozen feet around him! But when the blast and flames passed, the giant was still standing tall - apparently the rudimentary armor on his body and the spell attached to him by the other priest helped him survive the blow. Although half of his body had been blackened and scorched, and the roar of pain was like thunder, he was not dead!

“***。 Actually gave a false life to the giant!Is there already so much priest magic in the empire that it is useless?" Seeing this scene, Ep, who sent out the fireball, also scolded regardless of the image of the mage:

"Spare those big idiots, all the spells, the bows and arrows. Concentrate on the infantry in the back!" Hall's voice reached everyone's ears, and the words of the heart ignored all the noise on the battlefield, and also made them stunned by the fierce battle.

A giant ran forward, his movements seemingly slow, but once the height of his body exceeded fifteen feet. This slowness actually became an illusion, after all, his step was more than four times larger than that of ordinary people!

"Uss smashes flat, Uss bites!"

"Kill Us, Uspick!"

"Us's fist, all shattered!"

"Uz's enemies are dead!"

"Uss is the strongest!"

Uz carried a sledgehammer in his hand, a rudimentary weapon made of hardwood, stone, and rope, but it was also imparted with incomparable power by its sheer size—a single hammer head was the size of two people tied together, in the hands of a giant of infinite strength. This is already more powerful than the City Breaker. Even a wooden castle can't withstand a few beatings of this kind of thing!

The giant's skin was several times tougher than cowhide, and an arrow from a few hundred feet away could not penetrate his body at all! Even if there were some small holes drilled in his body after getting closer, it was meaningless except to stand on it like hair! And such an injury was as insignificant to the giant as tickling!

He roared. Sing your own hymn, which is also a war song. It's a glory that only the mightiest of giants can have and maintain, though only they can understand how this is different from roaring - as the chief warrior. Uz could sing the battle song almost as long as the patriarch as he charged, and in fact, Uss was already privately planning to add a few syllables for glory after he replaced the patriarch Phog, which was almost a certainty.

Thinking about these things that pleased the giants, singing war songs, within a few dozen steps, the city wall was already close in front of him.

Uss knew that this cyan fortress was obviously very strong, and the stones thrown by the giants from a long distance could only make a dull noise, but could not shake it!

That's right, Uss is the strongest!

The giant raised his sledgehammer and was about to turn it on the wall in a few steps, but at that moment there was a faint buzzing sound in his ears!

Then he saw those eyes.

It was a pair of human eyes looking down at him from the wall.

The man was still draped in a long piece of cloth that covered his body, and the resulting shadow obscured his face, but Uth still seemed to see it clearly...... A pair of small eyes, very ordinary, no different from those little humans. But Uss soon seemed to notice that the eyes were different from the rest of the world—there was a faint whiteness in them, nay, a brighter light than white.

It doesn't seem to be as annoying as the other villains, no, not just not annoying, Uss even thinks this villain is funny, much better than the guys around him who only know how to follow behind him and use his body to cover those pesky wooden thorns!

Therefore, Uss roared without hesitation, and the sledgehammer in his hand suddenly turned around and dragged out a scarlet blood rain behind him!

A dozen soldiers who charged behind him had lost their lives in an instant...... Under the huge stone hammer, their bodies were squeezed and burst like fruits, and the plasma flew to one side with the movement of the hammer head, and that bright red bloomed particularly dazzling in the center of the battlefield!

"What the damn giant is doing...... "The field commander was a middle-aged man in his forties, and although he was only a captain, his rich experience still made him immediately aware of what was going on on that terrible battlefield, and he couldn't help but scream!

"No way, they've been blessed with divine defenses, there's no way they'll be ......" The priests froze for a moment, then followed their chief's tone.

The giant swung his hammer without the slightest hint of stopping, and then pressed the raised sledgehammer downward!

There was a loud bang on the ground, and even people thousands of feet away could feel the tremor under their feet, and the center of the battlefield was like a thunderstorm......!

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