The classmate died in front of her like this, and Sai Xiliu's heart twitched involuntarily, but at this time, she had no time to mourn for the other party.

"What the hell are you doing? Fight back! The barrage on both sides is too thin! Field Marshal Conrad stood by the bridge, not even paying attention to the rain of arrows rushing towards him, and shouted loudly to the bewildered soldiers on the deck. An arrow stuck in the column less than half a meter away from him, but the old marshal didn't look at it.

Standing on either side of the marshal, Lieutenant Colonel Sesilio and Lieutenant Colonel Geisel raised their staffs, and called out the shields at the same time, one left and one right. The translucent arcane shield enveloped the entire bridge, and the dense rain of arrows bounced away one after another.

A boulder the size of an axle roared towards the bridge, but was caught in mid-air by the Arcane Hand unleashed by Captain Millsay. He sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the boulder seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and flew back from somewhere, blowing the head of the slinger, the stunned troll, to pieces on the spot. The flying stones also exploded a second time, killing all the orcs around them. The nearest minotaur shaman was also badly injured and fell to the ground, dying, and the totem pole he had just erected was also blown down.

In a short period of time, Captain Millsay used his transformation magic to turn a huge stone into a gravel bomb, and the captain of the four-star mage and the total flagship is indeed worthy of his name.

This counterattack looked indeed beautiful, but before that, four members of the fleet command on the bridge had been hit by arrows, and one was killed, and even the chief of staff, Vice Admiral Wilf, was "lucky". His arms were pierced by an arrow. This civilian "elite officer", who had never been on the battlefield in his life, suddenly let out a scream like a pig. A dignified three-star magician of the Federation, whose cry is tragic and painful, is moving. Like a female antelope that has just been pounced on by a lion.

"Phew!" Sehireux immediately raised his staff and knocked out the chief of staff who was still yelling. Said loudly: "Misha, Misha, carry His Excellency the General to the infirmary in the cabin!" ”

The surrounding senior officers looked at the former student council president who was decisive and Valkyrie-like, and no one objected.

Marshal Conrad, who was standing on the high platform, looked at Seyriliu and nodded slightly.

"What are you doing in a daze!" Lieutenant Colonel Geisel also sighed in a deep voice, and turned back to his servant and ordered, "Rose, you go and do Miss Mischa a favor." Calbell, take your men to the foredeck to support! ”

Kalbell is a half-elven mercenary who is considered the best archer among the flagship sailors. He also has the rank of second lieutenant and commands a projection unit. Geisel ordered him to support the foredeck with a wide field of view, naturally in order to organize the sailors to return fire.

Geisel looked at the trembling Rear Admiral Reeves in the corner behind the bridge baffle, a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, but he said: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant General Werf has not been lightly injured, please take care of it, your skills in potions and medicine are very famous." ”

No matter how high Mr. General's potions and medical attainments are, he will definitely not be as good as the professional magic doctor on the flagship. The reason why Geisel said this is probably to give the other party a step down. Anyway, although this guy also wears the coat of arms of three stars, it is estimated that like the chief of staff, Lieutenant General Wilf, he is also an "academic mage" who has never seen blood. Staying on the command platform and taking care of him is just adding to the chaos.

Reeves quickly nodded gratefully, seeing that no one else on the bridge was interested in paying attention to him. He smiled a little awkwardly, and followed the stretcher into the relative safety of the cabin.

"Miss. I'll be right back! Misha lifted the end of the stretcher as she turned back and shouted to her lord.

Sehireu nodded. His eyes glanced at the calm Geisel, and he had to admit in his heart that although he was not as arrogant and "graceful" as the other party pretended to be, this top student of the Dugu Fortress Military Academy was very good, and he deserved to be his elite voice in the limelight.

Even if it's the son of the noble family of the gate valve, it can't be all waste, right? At least this guy is really capable.

In Seyleliu's sight, Lieutenant Commander Geisel had rightfully taken the place of Vice Admiral Villeff, and soon passed on Marshal Conrad's orders to the whole fleet. In other words, his herald was much more effective than that of the general, who had been hit by an arrow and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Even if the Federal fleet of specimens of the road is unreliable, there are still quite a few reliable officers like Sesileu and Geisel. The battleship had begun to spit out a roar of retaliation at the gun doors on one side of the hill, and the flaming arrows exploded continuously, and soon the mountains on both sides were shrouded in fire and smoke. At the same time, the sailors on the deck of the ship also raised their bows and crossbows under the command of the junior non-commissioned officer.

Soon, two two-pole cyclops were struck by the continuous explosions and the magic of the battle mage, and they were blown to death on the spot. The rest of the Cyclops were also attacked by the fire, and with a terrible scream, they began to retreat rapidly, and soon entered the hidden place of the mountain range, out of the sight and range of the gunners. These ancient monsters, though strong and bloodthirsty, are not stupid and do not have the fighting spirit to shed the last drop of blood like their orc friends.

That's true for Cyclops, not to mention the trolls who are making cameo appearances in the Creature Trebuchet. Although their IQ is not high, they can always see the scene of their companions being blown apart in front of them, and now they have learned to hide behind the surrounding rocks.

"Tsk!" The gunners of the battleship let out angry and unwilling complaints. The orc armies standing on the cliffs on both sides, once they find that something is wrong, can turn these craggy rocks and peaks into natural shields, even if they are as large as cyclops, they can hide, hide, and squat with their heads in their hands. However, where can these floating battleships suspended in the sky hide?

Of course, the enemies who did not flee were the majority. In the face of such an intensive retaliatory strike. Those orcs who are not afraid of death still stand in the skylit fire and continue to shoot, and it is estimated that it is these fighting nations in the great wilderness that can do this. If it is replaced by their vassal races, goblins and kobolds. I'm afraid that they have already dispersed in a hurry, and even centaurs and minotaurs will not be able to bear this life-for-life loss and collapse and flee for their lives.

Maybe. This race is the reason why it is able to subdue the ferocious trolls, the centaurs who come and go like the wind, and the steppe minotaurs, who are extremely strong in their individual strength, and become the true rulers of the vast wasteland. Even ancient beings with divine nature, such as the Cyclops and the Behemoth, were willing to form a strong alliance with them, in a sense, to obey their drives.

How terrible it would be for such a fighting nation to have a wise leader......

Such a thought flashed through Sehiru's mind, and then, in the rain of arrows that rained like a torrential rain. She heard a roar again, not the rough and bloodthirsty roar of the orc warriors, but a wilder, more aggressive and aggressive, roar of large carnivorous predators. As a magician, Sai Xiliu could even feel the uncontrollable trembling of the nearby magic elements.

That roar has a magical effect in it?

Flying Monsters? However, what kind of powerful magical beast can make the magic elements restless with a simple roar?

In the cracks of the mountains, countless figures flapping their wings rose into the air. This time. It wasn't the chirping black crows, but the big flying beasts that were big enough to carry a two-meter-strong man armed to the teeth in armor and soar into the clouds.

Wyvern? Dragon bats? Well, and the undead Greatwings? If only that's it. It was impossible to make the deafening roar that even caused magic to tremble.

It's not just Sehiru, but many of the magic officers present have such doubts, but they don't have time to think about it now. I can only think about dealing with these newly emerged flying demonic beasts and the master riding on their backs first.

The so-called "Wyvern" with fine scales. Of course, it's not the A-level wurm monster bipedal wyvern in the Warcraft Illustrated Book, that kind of Warcraft has the ability to spit venom and thunder and lightning dragon breath by nature. The body length is generally more than 10 meters, and the musculoskeletal strength is only below the weakest white dragon of the true dragon species, although the intelligence is only about the same as that of ordinary beasts, but it is also one of the predators that live at the top of the food chain.

However, the thin-scaled wyvern that appeared in front of the federal soldiers was a subspecies of the bipedal wyvern of the dragon subspecies, with a body length of only about 3 meters, a wingspan of no more than 5 meters, and no ability to use magic or spray poison. Their scales are small, resembling the skin of a snake or lizard, and they are not very hard at first glance, hence the name.

That said, the Scaled Wyvern is anything but extraordinary. An adult slender-scaled wyvern, with the claws under its feet, can easily kill an adult bison running on the great wasteland, and carry this behemoth weighing hundreds of kilograms to fly more than 100 miles and bring it back to his lair to enjoy.

Some of the most powerful warriors or shamans among the orcs are able to subdue and raise these beasts with brute force as their own flying mounts. Such orc warriors, who enjoyed great prestige and praise among the tribal community, were able to wear necklaces with more than six teeth, and were called "Owasio" by the orcs, which means celestial spirit warrior in orc language.

As for the dragon bat, compared to the fine-scaled wyvern, it is naturally a little guy. However, this kind of monster with the appearance of a large bat, since the name has the word "dragon" in it, it is conceivable that this is also one of the subspecies of dragons. They inhabit the rocky shadows of the mountains and huge caverns, and there are many deep and dark dungeons, and they are fierce and powerful, and they are social animals like wolves. Small communities have hundreds, and large communities have more than 2,000 individuals, and they know how to form alliances with each other. Once flocked to a certain number, they even dared to raid the towns of orcs and drow elves.

Of course, no matter how fierce the beast is, it is not enough to look at it in front of the pure masters of a fighting nation like the orcs. A powerful orc clan like the Burning Blade tribe with sufficient manpower is often able to subdue the entire dragon bat herd and its lair, and keep these large wild beasts alive as the tribe's domestic animals and mounts.

As for the Giant Winged Beast, there is no need to introduce it further, anyway, Sehiru had already seen it once in Black Man City two years ago, and he knew it. Some powerful Necro Knights will use them as their mounts.

A rough estimate of these flying cavalry composed of an alliance of orcs and undead. It was about 3,000 or more, but Sehireu had not had time to confirm the number in more detail. These flying monsters had already braved the barrage of the Federation fleet, but under the cover of their own arrow rain, they rushed into the queue of the fleet. Heavily armed necromantic knights and orc warriors leapt from their mounts, tumbled and landed on the deck, quickly introducing the battle into chaos and white-knuckle combat. The direction of their attack is also very clear, not to kill the ship's crew, but to attack the battleship's chamber and detonate the Tisru Core, which is the core of power and arcane energy.

Soon, the deck guard of a battleship was overrun by a few orc gentlemen who were so fierce that they were covered in hormones and a violent bloodthirsty aura. and a few tough combinations of tin canned necromancers covered in armor swept away. A necromancer, under the cover of the crowd, unleashed a ghoul and rushed into the cabin with a shiny crystalline substance. A bell later, the behemoth, which was tens of meters long, fell apart in a roar and a raging storm of magical power. The remnants of the hundreds of crew members, even if they were not swallowed by the magic storm, could only fall into the vast mountains with a scream as the broken and shattered fragments of the ship.

At this moment, the orc warrior and the necromantic knight who had successfully attacked, and the necromancer even had room to ride their respective mounts. With his back to the explosion of the air waves, he evacuated Shi Shiran, and he didn't look back, and the pure masters were in a mess.

A ghoul plus a bunch of exploding crystals for a warship. This business is decisively more profitable than selling powder!

"Those crystals ......" Sehireu felt that she should have seen that thing somewhere, but now in this fierce and tense battlefield environment, it was not her turn to think about it carefully. This time. She heard Misha's voice behind her: "Miss, be careful! ”

Sehireux looked up. A thin-scaled wyvern was spotted hovering over the bridge with an orc warrior in plate chain armor. The orc raised his hammer. The hammer head of steel suddenly seemed to turn into a transparent crystal, and purple lightning flashes swirled in it.

The orc warrior let out a high-pitched roar, raised his hammer high, leapt from under his mount, and with the momentum of his fall, like an aerial bomb, he slammed straight into Field Marshal Conrad in the center of the bridge.

It is naturally impossible for ordinary orcs to use the power of this magic, and with the strength of orcs, it should not be possible for a precious shaman to carry out such an almost deathsquad-like charge. It should be said that the orc's war hammer should have been blessed with the magic of the orc shaman.

Orcs with magical weapons will naturally only be the most ferocious elite warriors of each tribe, which can be seen from the fact that the other party has iron armor that is very precious to orcs, and the mount under the crotch is not a dragon bat but a fine-scale flying dragon. Such a powerful orc warrior from above is like a blow from the top of Tai, enough to smash the head of an elephant, but even so, such a lonely charge is brave, but it is always a little reckless. If these elite battle mages around the headquarters really let an orc warrior kill their own supreme commander in front of everyone, it would be really ridiculous.

The orc warrior was only halfway down, and the hammer head was still five or six meters away from Marshal Conrad directly below, and two lightning bolts struck out of thin air from the sky, quickly entwining him. Lieutenant Colonel Geisel raised his staff, sending the lightning to rain through the reckless orc's body, quickly scorching his muscles and internal organs, and he sneered and made a push motion. Thunder and lightning wrapped around the orc warrior's corpse and flew upside down, crashing into the mountain beneath his feet with his mount, the thin-scaled wyvern that was screaming in the sky.

It was just a small episode, and it didn't affect the commander's normal command at all, and it didn't even make the old marshal look up.

However, what does it mean that the opponent's attacking forces can already appear in front of the commander?

Soon, another enemy landed directly on the Nacibia. They did not parachute into the bridge as stupidly as the brave orc warrior before them, but they landed on the foredeck, and the defenders on the deck also lacked a way to effectively prevent the other party from landing completely. In less than five minutes, more than a dozen Death Knights and twice as many orc warriors had landed on the wide foredeck. The general flagship of the Federation Floating Fleet, the unsinkable Ark of the Sea of Clouds. Twenty years after the construction was completed, it welcomed the first alien gang landers.

This is already the case with the total flagship. The condition of the rest of the battleships is naturally conceivable.

Battlemages and crossbowmen's ranged attacks do shoot down a certain number of Flying Cavalry, but many more enemies have broken through the barrage of barrage and a storm of magical energy. Constantly rushed to the deck. Not only themselves, but also their fierce mounts, which were extremely formidable in their own right, causing great chaos and casualties everywhere they went.

In addition, taking advantage of the fact that the Federation fleet was gradually slowing down in the chaotic battle, the orc soldiers on the surrounding cliffs also threw out their hooks one after another, hooking the towering mast of the battleship, and all of them seemed to be a gigantic ape-like Tarzan, holding their war knives and jumping onto the deck. Do your best to support the "lone army" orc flying cavalry and necromantic knights.

The nimble orcs jumped directly into the holes on both sides of the ship's side that had been smashed open by boulders, and even smashed the gunwales directly with their clumsy bodies several times stronger than humans. They rushed into the cabin and slashed the gunners who wielded the flaming crossbows, and even knew the source of the magic that detonated these priceless magic weapons in order to cause even greater explosions and chaos. The gunners in the gun positions may be the greatest threat to the orcs, but when they get close enough to face the orcs' swords, they are as weak as lambs to the slaughter.

With the cooperation of the air cavalry, the artillery fire on both sides of the Federation suddenly weakened a lot, and the cyclops and mountain trolls who had shrunk their heads from behind the rocks they were hiding in triumphantly appeared again.

When allies have the upper hand, the mountain trolls are naturally as fierce as a raging fire that has been handed over fuel. Their bulky bodies aren't really good at jumping and running. But at this time, they jumped up one after another, and by their own size, which far exceeded the size of ordinary orcs, they also jumped far beyond the distance of ordinary orcs. Like a heavy meteorite falling from the sky, it landed on the deck of the Federation battleship. Some of the trolls, who were particularly heavy, even smashed their bodies straight through the deck. Crashed into the cabin inside. If that happens, the fate of the ship is already decided.

Of course. There's no way a noble cyclops can play the jumping gang like those dick trolls. They still stood among the peaks on either side, under the cover of the mountainous terrain. Continue to bombard nearby Federation warships with one-eyed deathlight and boulders.

It can be said that the battle has reached this point, and the orcs have turned the deck and cabin of the high Federation warship into their favorite and best hand-to-hand combat battlefield.

It was only at this time that the proud magicians of the Federation finally realized how weak they were when the warships suspended in the sky were no longer their natural barriers.

"Your Excellency......" Captain Millsay looked at the old marshal standing on the high platform, and gritted his teeth: "Please give the order to break through!" We don't have enough money left to rescue the avant-garde fleet! ”

Marshal Conrad closed his eyes and sighed silently: "The whole fleet floated 50 meters, maintained the current formation, and at the same time began to make a 90-degree turn, breaking through in a U-shaped movement in the direction of due north." ”

The old marshal's voice and expression were very calm, but he didn't know what kind of ups and downs would be in his heart. His order will mean that the nearly 10,000 people besieged directly in front of him and dozens of private armies belonging to various wealthy nobles will become the tail of the gecko. Abandoning nearly half of the army's forces and warships was a painful decision for any commander.

In addition, from a purely utilitarian and political point of view, when they return to the Federation and lose a large number of private soldiers and "private property", how will the heirs and even the politicians of the family's lordship and aristocratic faction treat this meritorious veteran? What a shock he will have in his old age, and he will even be subjected to an unjustified trial by a court-martial. The politicians of the gate faction will not care, it is precisely because of the stupid actions of their stupid sons who disobey orders on the battlefield and rush forward to seize merit that the whole army has been brought to such a tragic situation that is close to rout.

However, even if such an order is to be given to the whole army now, it may be difficult to give it to the whole army. The enemies who landed on the foredeck of the Nacibia had already begun to charge. The most powerful of these is a pale orc warrior with a double mace wrapped in bandages, and a covered necromancer with a long-handled sword. Their martial arts were exquisite, and their coordination was even more exquisite, and they had already cut down a dozen Federation soldiers in succession, rushing to a place less than twenty meters from the bridge. (To be continued......)

PS: It's still an update of the big chapter, so tickets are still needed