"Mana has a high ability to mimic, and the essence of a wizard's spell is to manipulate her to simulate everything in the world. www.biquge.info Like a wizard casting a fire spell, he doesn't actually cast a flame, but Mana simulates the ions, temperature, and power that make up the flame. Another example is that when a mage creates a slice of bread, he uses mana to simulate the structure, aroma and texture of the bread. However, no matter how realistic the simulation is, it is never reality, and when Mana gathers abnormally at one point for a long time, the forces of nature will intervene and disrupt the order between Mana, rendering the magic ineffective. So the sorcerer could burn down a palace with the flames created by Mana, but not a pile of torches. In the same way, the sorcerers use mana to make bread that can taste the taste in the mouth, but it cannot fill people's stomachs.

- The Little Lighthouse Wizards' Guild and Apprentice's Handbook, by Simmons Philezaniworth

"Stirrups on the feet!"

"Phew!"

"Sword unsheathed!"

"Phew!"

"Where are the enemy troops?!"

"Ahead, ahead, ahead!"

The knights of the Miles family roared like a rainbow, and the knights, who were only a dozen or so people, had an aura that could not be compared to even a million troops. It was not only the panicked fleeing animals in the surrounding woods who were startled by this thunderous roar, but also the Holy Knights, as their opponents, were also frightened by the astonishing momentum of the knights of the Miles family, and looked at their companions in confusion.

Poland hid behind the Holy Knights and shouted at his men, "Don't be intimidated by these country knights! We're Holy Knights, do you hear! You damned hillbillies! If you dare to disagree with our Holy Knights, you're going to die!"

Blake, who he pulled to his side, was completely panicked, and he clung to Plande's pedals so that he would not collapse on the ground. He kept the holy knights commanding, "Hurry, get on, kill them, they, they want to rebel! They must want to take revenge on me! Get on! Kill them!"

Just when the Holy Knights were in a panic, Han Long, who was standing in front of the formation, raised his long sword high, and then swung it at the Holy Knights in front of him, leading the knights behind him to kill the Holy Knights who were still in formation, and these ill-prepared Holy Knights were scattered by the Hanlong knights before they realized what was happening.

At this time, Haredith slipped into the battle like a slippery fish, and the agile Drow immediately set his sights on a holy knight who was struggling to fight two Miles Knights. He quietly approached his opponent from the side, then flipped on his horse, stabbing a pair of twin knives into his chest as the holy knight slashed his sword around parry.

Hareddick pushed the lifeless knight off his horse, and he himself rushed forward with a cinch of the horse's belly, his innate sense of balance as an elf allowed him to gallop without pulling the reins. Hareddic's two scimitars wielded the lives of many of the Holy Knights along the way, and his actions quickly attracted the attention of others, and the two Holy Knights managed to break free from the cresting of the Miles Knights and raised their spears to kill him.

One of the two guns was aimed at Hareddick, and the other was aimed at the horse he was riding at the crotch, vowing to cut the damned elf under his horse. The holy knight who stabbed Haredik's horse stabbed the spear in his hand with the force of the charge, and the horse jumped up in pain and neighed with its front legs.

The two knights saw that they had succeeded in their blow, thinking that Haredik would be thrown to the ground by their own horses, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill him. But they suddenly found that the elf who had been riding on horseback disappeared at some point, and just as the two knights were looking around the chaotic battlefield, a black shadow fell from the sky. At some point, Haredik, who jumped high from his horse, aimed at the head of a knight, and with the force of the fall, cut out an X-shaped scimitar in both hands, and took a large head with him while falling on the back of the enemy's horse. ...,

The sudden killing of his companion made the other Holy Knight angry, and he raised his spear to stab Haredith, but the Drow was faster than he did. Before Haredith could sit down on his horse, he threw a scimitar in his hand, which arced in the air in an arc of death and plunged deep into the knight's chest.

The situation on the battlefield was one-sided, with the knights of House Miles dividing the Holy Knights into small pieces and forcing them to fight on their own, each of which faced a siege of two or three House Miles knights. Compared with the knights of the Miles family, who are strict in discipline and skilled in battle, these holy knights are as incompetent as a group of babies who have just learned to walk, and soon the original number of holy knights on the battlefield was killed by the knights of the Miles family, and the remaining few holy knights also completely lost the desire to fight, and they wanted to run away when they turned their horses' heads, but it was too late.

The knights of House Miles had taken complete control of the battlefield, and they surrounded the few remaining Holy Knights, and then chopped them up

Plant watched his men be wiped out by these country knights with almost no resistance, and his heart was terrified. He glared angrily at Blake, who was frightened by this flesh-and-blood Shura field, and his whole body was trembling, and he didn't know how many times he had cursed this noble boy in his heart, if it weren't for this damn mourning star, how would he get this situation. But as soon as he thought about it, his subordinates would die when they died, and he wouldn't lose a piece of meat anyway, but if he could use Blake to catch up with the Du Evil Deng family, there was no need to talk about the glory and wealth of the rest of his life, and he didn't have to do these head-to-head things anymore.

So Plant leaned over from his horse and said to Blake, "Hey, the little imp of the Dumadon family!"

Blake, who was already terrified, didn't notice the disrespect in Plande's tone at all, and looked up blankly and returned: "Huh?

Prand's stinking face full of stubble said to Blake in a threatening tone, "You just wanted to get rid of those knights, and now they are going to kill you!

"Ahh

At this time, a severed hand flew out of the battlefield, and the severed hand, which had just broken away from its body and was still spurting blood outward, smashed into Blake's calf, and then rebounded to the ground, and the five fingers that had lost the control of the brain were still tightly gripping the blade, but twitched slightly. Blake immediately screamed, and climbed onto his horse without hesitation, hugging Diland tightly, not daring to look at the severed hand on the ground again.