Section 17 Variables

But the triumph of victory had not yet faded, and he saw an incredible scene. The strange foe was still alive - he didn't know how to resist the powerful magic, and stood there unscathed.

"You...... What did you do?" Master Koenig took a step back in panic. It is impossible, it is impossible for humanity to survive in the face of such a force. Only those who have been blessed by the Chaos Gods and have long since fallen out of the concept of "human" can resist such powerful magic.

"Mortal, this is the limit of your strength?" he heard the mysterious opponent in front of him sneer. The apostate magician, dressed in knight's armor, stretched out a hand to the sky and began to draw strength from the wind of magic that seemed like an endless river. Master Koenig's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded, as his opponent had already absorbed so much energy that it was far beyond the limit of a hundred mages that could dominate.

It seemed that the whole wind of magic had succumbed to the will of this man.

A foul, sticky rain suddenly began to fall from the dark clouds, the sky was torn apart by bifurcated lightning, and the earth shook violently in the rumbling thunder, and large and small rubble danced on the broken ground. It's as if the world is beginning to fall apart.

A huge amount of force pressed down from the void and stabbed straight into the depths of Master Koenig's brain. He screamed and dropped the staff in his hand, holding his head in both hands, and fell to the ground and rolled in excruciating pain.

It's the power of chaos!, Master Koenig woke up in agony. He'd never seen anything like it, but it was a bit familiar. In front of him was not an ordinary magician, but a wizard of Chaos! only a wizard of chaos would perform magic in such a crazy way, and only those favored by the evil gods of chaos could resist the counterforce of such a magic.

He let out a dying howl. But before he could be killed by pain, the magic that destroyed mortal souls failed. However, Master Koenig had lost consciousness in excruciating pain.

Ashrufat fell to the ground. The feeling of nausea twisted his internal organs, he was frantic and dizzy, and his entire vision was ghosted.

Carrie...... What's going on?" Ashruphat struggled to keep his bile from spitting out.

"There was an error in the calculation. I used more force than you loaded...... Master, you've reached your limit......" Carrie explained aggrieved. "You can't fight anymore, go back now. ”

Ashrufat stood up, then understood what Carrie meant by what she said. His originally strong feet could barely support his body at the moment, and he had to rely on his sword to support the ground before he could barely stand on his feet.

The fires in all directions have been extinguished by the heavy rain, and the winter rain falls on the body, and the chill seeps into the bone marrow. There were still shouts of killing in the distance, but they were already ethereal. Ashrufat stumbled a few steps, but his legs fell limp to his knees in the muddy water.

"No, master...... You must leave ...... It's too dangerous here. It doesn't make sense for you here either, because you can't do anything anymore. ”

"I know it......" Ashrufat struggled to his feet again. He saw a horse corpse in front of him.

"Master, please don't stick to chivalry...... Your life matters......" Carrie whispered.

Ashruphat unleashed a cloud of dark magic energy that caused the dead horse to roll and climb again. Dark magic also has methods of attack and defense, but that's all he can do at the moment. But that's enough.

Ashrufat struggled to climb onto the dead resurrected horse and galloped towards the walls.

......

General Rudolph's tent was filled with a silence as if it were death.

Rudolph did not get angry, did not shout, and flew into a rage. But his silence was far more formidable than his roar. The St. Jean expeditionary force launched a suicidal attack last night. The whole process is simple and ingenious. The prophetesses summoned the Blue Knights first, causing a lot of chaos in the camp and attracting almost all the attention. Then, one hundred and forty-six knights rushed into the camp.

The reason why there are such accurate numbers is because all the knights rushed in with the consciousness of dying in battle. They never wavered or retreated, until the last one fell. In order to destroy these knights, who were determined to die, more than 400 Paro soldiers were killed.

The casualties may not be a big deal, but there is something else that really hurts. Of the twenty-four magicians in all, eighteen died on this night. Even the leader of the magicians, Master Koenig himself, was seriously injured and unconscious.

Now, the magical superiority of the Paro army is gone, and they have lost the possibility of conquering Drake City with minimal sacrifice and time.

"General!" the guard said, opening the tent and looking inside. "Master Koenig has woken up, and he wants to see you. ”

"Let him come. ”

Rudolph calmly ordered, while tapping his desk. Only the rhythm of his fingers revealed the true state of mind inside him. The sentries on duty, the officers in charge of the night defenses! all damn it! Unfortunately, they were all dead. So now he can't punish anyone.

Thankfully, he didn't put all his eggs in one basket. Otherwise, the anger and anxiety in his heart at the moment would be ten times more than now!

Master Koenig stepped out of the tent, and his surviving men were waiting for him not far away. In last night's bloody battle, most of the magicians were killed. Koenig himself was wounded in multiple places – and to make matters worse, he lost some of his memories of last night. This shows that in the fierce battle last night, he was seriously injured not only physically, but also mentally. Only a battle between magicians can have such an outcome.

Thankfully, there was no frustration on Master Koenig's face.

"Master......" One of his subordinates opened his mouth, but Master Koenig stopped him directly.

"Don't say it, I've made up my mind!" he replied softly. "From now on, I'm going to break the seal on the scroll with all my heart!, no matter what, we must win this battle, and it must be won by our hands. ”

He turned his head to look at the excavation site in the distance. The moles are digging really fast, and there are already four tunnels that have completed the scheduled work.

......

Standing at the top of the city, you can see the army of the Paro people gathered under the city. But this time they did not come out with cannons, but only lined up under the city, and it seemed that they only wanted to show off, and had no intention of attacking the city.

Multiple huge cars were pushed out, each with a person strapped to it. Eight carts, with a total of eight people tied, and the defenders at the head of the city recognized these people as the knights who had gone out of the city last night to attack at night. Each of them was scarred, apparently seriously wounded after the battle, and eventually incapacitated and captured.

Several horsemen rushed under the walls and shouted loudly towards the city. However, Leo, who was in command at the head of the city, couldn't quite understand what the Paros were shouting. These guys have a pretty strong accent.

"What do they say?" he asked the prophetess beside him.

"They say these knights...... It is a heinous crime to dare to attack the army at night, so it must be executed publicly!"

There was a commotion behind him, and Leo noticed that Ashrufat was coming up from behind, unarmoured, pale, and unsteady on his feet.

He was the only one who was able to come back last night. Covered in blood, he ran back to the city walls on a dying horse. Several daring soldiers dragged him into the city—many thought he would never get up again. However, it turned out that he was just overdrawn. Most of the blood on his body was someone else's, and the only real wound was an arrow in the chest - maybe magic or something, of course. In short, although it penetrated back and forth, the wound was not large, the blood did not flow much, there was no internal organs, and there was no fragment left in the body. The prophetesses thought that he would be fine with a few days of rest.

"What are the Paros doing?" Ashrufat asked, looking at the scene below.

"They are executing captives. "I don't know who said it.

The executioner below has already made his move. Right in front of the two armies, the limbs of a wounded man were chopped off and cut off by the executioners with a serrated axe.

The entire city and beneath it was silent, except for the cries of dying pain echoing. The knights at the head of the city silently watched the tragedy with gloomy and terrifying eyes, and clenched their weapons. And the militiamen and archers turned their heads and did not dare to look any further.

"Magic...... With magic!" Leo grabbed the prophetess's clothes beside him, eagerly demanding. "Kill them, don't let them suffer like this!"

The prophetess shook her hand, indicating that she had been prepared for this and that there was nothing she could do.

Seeing all this, Ashrufat suddenly burst out laughing, and only those who knew him well could hear how terrible the laughter was. If it weren't for the fact that Eshuruphat possessed superhuman willpower, Leo might have thought he was insane.

"Prisoners, we have a lot of prisoners!" his laughter suddenly calmed down, and he whispered orders to a small group of militiamen in an even more terrifying voice. "A few of you, go and choose a few Paros from among the captives, they must be officers! There must be some, pick a few more and bring them up! Then get a few big wooden shelves on which you can tie people. ”

"Wait a minute, it's not honorable. "A knight stepped forward and tried to stop it. But he was the only one who came out to stop him. Everyone else had gloomy faces and remained silent.

By this time, the first captive with his hands and feet amputated was already unconscious from serious injuries and bleeding. The executioner cut off his head with an axe. Then hang this bloody head on a bamboo pole, facing the direction of the city.

Now it was the turn of the second and third captives.

"It seems that they have no intention of going out of the city to fight. In Paro's army, Rudolph whispered to the lieutenant general. This was Master Koenig's idea, and the goal was to provoke the enemy and get them out of the city to fight. However, this does not seem to be a reliable approach.

This period of time is not long, but it is not short. The head of the last captive was cut off, but the enemy did not make any moves.