The power of war mages lies in this, they are like mobile turrets, and in the dense queue that is still mainly hedged by cold weapons, the damage caused is infinite!

That's right, this assessment is very correct, it is infinity!

Because right now.

Kant's mage army has not yet fully demonstrated their power.

As for these fireball spells.

But an appetizer for the mage's apprentices!

As the staff lit up again, in the faint fluorescence, balls of energy the size of fists appeared.

Then the apprentices threw them forward, as if they were throwing baseballs, but they were so fast that they were not much more than the stone balls thrown by the slings, and they smashed directly into the group of fanatics head-on.

This is the most basic war spell for the mage apprentices of the Einface Empire.

【Magic Bullet】

5 spell slots per person per day.

120 people, that means 600 magic bullets, in the shortest possible time.

This basic spell is almost instantaneous, the cast time is only 0.5 seconds, and if the mage comes to release it only 0.3 seconds, and the legendary archmage casts the spell, almost a single thought can eject all this energy.

But now these 600 magic bullets have long been energy bullets, but they seem to have covered the front of that group of fanatics.

It's like the heaviest, deadliest, and most irresistible hammer.

Whizzing by.

In the end, it was smashed those fanatics!

Then, the formation that had been bombarded by the fireball technique was full of holes, and then it was smashed by the roaring energy projectiles, and one by one they opened their teeth and danced their claws, and when they were about to pounce on the front row composed of the Rhodoks, they instantly retreated.

The fist-sized magic bullets exploded, literally like the heaviest sledgehammer.

Little by little.

Unusually heavy.

Smash those semi-demonic fanatics backwards.

Blood spurted out of the mouth, and the internal organs were even shattered by the hammer, and with the blood gushing out of the mouth, fragments also appeared, and in the scarlet eyes, a painful look also appeared!

Even these semi-demonic fanatics can't resist the outpouring of spells that have formed into a scale!

120 mage apprentices.

Well prepared to wipe out an elite squad of nearly 500 people!

This is where the caster's strength lies.

Otherwise, it will be up to the world of Warwind, where all kinds of legendary creatures coexist.

As a human kingdom and one of the number one overlords in the continent, the Einface Empire can live very well, and even rule a large territory, and the biggest credit is the construction of the war mage.

There is no need to study too advanced theories, and there is no need to contact too many spells.

The mage system is completely integrated with warfare.

Or rather.

It's to serve the war!

Only a few of the most powerful spells are studied.

Use the spells that are most suitable for the battlefield and have the most lethal and destructive power to win on the battlefield!

The idea of the Einface Empire is that I don't need to outmaneuver all enemies in theory, as long as I physically wipe out the opponents, then I lose the skeptical theory, and I lose the market.

The one who survives is the winner!

Right now.

Half-demonic fanatics have truly tasted this idea.

was killed by 360 fireballs, 500+ fanatics were directly killed, and at least 800+ fanatics were injured in varying degrees of severity, and the next 600 energy bombs completely shattered the front row of fanatics.

These most basic and direct magic bullet techniques have killed nearly 200+ fanatics.

And right in the rear.

The formation of those fanatical believers had completely shattered.

Completely lost the previous appearance of the tide rushing over, about to crush the reef!

This means that the madness that should have been indomitable, with the madness of the rich smell of blood, and the madness from the demon, to defeat the human forces in front of them, who were just ordinary humans, just looking at slightly stronger!

More than half of the 3,000 semi-demonic fanatics were lost in a single charge!

Next.

Those charges that have been sparsely scattered.

But they couldn't move at all, and the elite heavy infantry of Rhodok who were ready and ready for battle!

The broad shield is like a low wall, but at the gap and the top of the low wall, a sharp spear stabs straight forward, just like daily training, piercing it neatly and uniformly, without the slightest sense of lag.

The golden tip of the spear pierced through the muscle that should have been harder than leather.

The black robe was in tatters.

But the body underneath was completely pierced by the tip of the spear.

Bright red and black blood flowed, and the half-demonic fanatics who were still charging fell in droves in front of the low walls of the Rhodocs, howling terribly and finally dying.

Their counterattack, the long swords and short axes in their hands, could only "clatter" on the broad shield like a door.

Except for the cacophony that resounded through the space.

There are only a lot of traces left.

Of course.

And the corpses of this group of fanatics, layer by layer, stacked in front of the dense formation of the Rhodoks, miserable into small walls, getting higher and higher, and the number of people killed in battle is also increasing!

Frontal confrontation, the Rhodoks are never afraid!

Compared to the fighting of the cavalry.

Relying on mages and crossbowmen is much simpler.

Swapping on the battlefield is more advantageous, often before the broad shield is smashed, they can desperately kill several fanatics who have fallen into madness, and even the low wall composed of layers of broad shields can hold on to the same place.

It's really like defending the city, so that those fanatical believers can only break in after consuming a lot of troops.

Brilliant golden weapons can deal damage to zealots.

Or a fatal injury.

Layers of Rhodoks fought bloodily to stop the fanatics.

Those fanatical believers also ended up charging frantically like a battle to the death, like a flesh millstone.

Whoever is afraid and wants to retreat will lose this war, this is the slaughterhouse of life, the place where the living and soul die, whoever can really control the Dongjun Territory, who can get the symbol of the ultimate right!

Kant looked at all this in front of him with cold eyes.

Salander's cavalry was dying.

Rhodok's infantry were dying.

And the enemy.

The fanatics of the Scarlet Sect are also dying.

But he did not continue to reinforce, there are only so many troops in his hands, but most of the current fighting troops are still conventional troops, and the trump card troops that are really in his hands have not yet attacked.

For example, the Lion Knights, the Royal Knights, and these mages who are ready to fight.

No action.

There is no action.

Because their lord Kant is still waiting.

His gaze looked ahead, through the noisy and tumultuous battlefield.

Gibran looked at himself with the same scarlet eyes, just as Kant looked at him.

are waiting.

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