In the vast continent of Faerun, there have been countless large-scale wars, and although there has not really been a military theorist, the application of various tactics is not much worse than those famous generals on the earth. Almost all commanders know that a battle with a caster and a battle without a caster are two different concepts.

Especially when these guys with powerful destructive power come together, ordinary soldiers simply can't fight head-on. The earliest use of the human mage in warfare dates back to the dawn of the Nesshrel civilization, when the famous Grand Arcanist Iolum commanded nearly 10,000 spellcasters to launch an attack on the largest orc race in the country.

It was a genocidal killing, and countless war magic was applied to practice. After a year and a half of battle, the elderly, women, and children were slaughtered, and not a single orc was able to escape, and after a post-battle count, the total number of enemy corpses exceeded 140,000.

Everyone knew that the human soldiers were completely inferior to the orc warriors, as these gray or green-skinned creatures had more strength and longer arms. However, when Iorham started the war, he used less than a third of the enemy's forces, and the mage regiment played a crucial role in this.

It is precisely because of this successful experience that everyone has seen the huge role that the caster plays in the war. Since then, after thousands of years of evolution, all countries and city-states with sufficient financial resources have tried to form and cultivate their own mage groups. Worse still, they are in control of the country. For example, Serre's red-robed mage. Another example is the only floating city left over from the Nethril era, "Ghost City".

As a traverser, Henry certainly understood the strategic significance of the mage group, so he did not hesitate to spend a lot of financial and material resources, and it took eight years to form such a team of about 500 people. Of course, they were completely incomparable to the spellcaster organizations of Waterdeep City and the Silver Moon Alliance, with ninety percent of them below level five, mainly supported by the large number of magic scrolls accumulated on weekdays. As for the few poor spell slots themselves, let's keep the life-saving protection spells.

As the airship gets closer and closer to the battlefield. Many teenage boys and girls had nervous looks on their faces, staring at the battle situation below through the glass windows. Looking at these young juniors, Borken smiled with relief, and then commanded loudly: "Everyone prepare!" Check the harness around your waist one last time, and after three minutes, open the gates on both sides and prepare to start casting. ”

"Damn! It arrived so soon. What should I do if I suddenly feel like going to the toilet now? A boy with freckles on his face cursed in a low voice. It was clear that he was nervous, and not in any ordinary way. After all, it was the first time for these little mages to see such a large-scale war, and the shouts of killing were endless.

"Hahaha, Bean, you're scared. Don't worry. We're in the sky, and those stupid fishmen can't reach us. It was an equally young girl who spoke. The little girl was not only not afraid. Instead, he showed an eager expression.

However, the conversation between the two of them quickly drew the displeasure of a middle-aged mage. He reprimanded the two young men, "Shut up, don't speak." Immediately check the position of the scrolls and potions on your body, and remember not to release them indiscriminately for a while, and follow orders. ”

The same situation happened in the airship cabin no less than a dozen times, and the people in charge of the reprimand were all members of the command system of the mage group. They are usually spellcasters who have been above level 5 and have participated in trials, and are responsible for conveying the orders of the commander-in-chief. These guys have all seen blood killings, so they are much calmer.

Soon, the airship entered the designated combat position. With a command, the two sides of the caster's bulkhead were slowly opened. The seat was pushed to the edge by the robotic arm, and a strong cold wind blew, and everyone felt the biting cold.

"The first and second echelons, prepare the magic missile, and target the fishman at the front of the station. The third and fourth echelons are preparing greasy techniques, and a hundred meters behind the target are on the beach. The fifth or sixth echelon prepared the fireball technique, aiming at the place where the crowd was concentrated, and the others were on standby for the time being. ”

Immediately after issuing the order, Borken used teleportation to Debra of the Mage Tower, saying, "We have reached the skies above the battlefield and now need a wide area of illumination. ”

The latter sneered and asked, "Are you sure you don't need spell support as long as the lighting is on?" I'm afraid those little guys won't work. ”

"Don't worry, I'll take action if there's danger. These young people need to exercise, and these fish-people who can't fly are the best targets. ”

Borken had great expectations for this group of mages. He knew that it might be a little difficult for these people to be on their own now, but as the level of spell casting increased, the overall strength would skyrocket, and eventually he might be able to recreate the glorious magical civilization of the Nethrel era.

Debra didn't continue arguing, and a few seconds later, a ball of light suddenly shot out from the top of the Mage's Tower, instantly illuminating the entire island as if it were daytime. Many Sawah fish people suddenly feel dizzy and can't open their eyes at all. These sea creatures, accustomed to the dark, are extremely sensitive to bright light, so they suffer a big loss all at once.

Taking advantage of such a good opportunity, the mages who had just received the order began to activate the scrolls in their hands, and countless countless magic spells were released, and the enemies who were hit by surprise for a while, especially the magic missiles that flew down in pieces, a gorgeous mess, and each hit could cause a lot of damage. Not to mention the power of the "greasy technique" and the "fireball technique" in the back, which not only killed and injured a large number of the enemy's physical strength, but also caused huge psychological pressure.

The morale of the barbarian warriors and human soldiers, who were supported by magic, was high, and with the divine magic blessed by the priest and the druid, they instantly launched a beautiful counterattack. Vaughn laughed and asked while wrestling with Jacques Houas, "Hahahaha!" It looks like your army is about to be finished. How's that, is there any interest in surrendering to be my subordinate? ”

"Dream! I am a descendant of the great Sekora, the overlord of the deep sea. How is it possible to succumb to a land creature. ”

Jacques Houas knew that the situation was a little different. But in order not to affect morale, the duck is still dead. He glanced up at the air that was stuck. The airship that kept releasing magic began to turn blue. You must know that the Sawa Fishman is as Borken said, and has no power to resist this high-flying object, and can only watch the other party's wanton slaughter.

The half-orc warrior waved his two-handed giant sword a few times and sneered, "A group of robbers is also worthy of being called great? If you have something to do, you'd better hurry up, or you'll have no chance right away. ”

"Humph! Since I want to find death, I will fulfill you. Jacques Houas plucked the pearl from his neck, then bit his palm with his sharp teeth, let the blood drip on it, and prayed loudly: "Great Sekola! All the creators of the Sawa Fish People! Your faithful servant offers sacrifices here. On this battlefield, the souls of friends and foes are harvested by you. ”

As soon as the words fell, an inexplicable force made the pearl float, and after a few seconds, a dark red evil aura bloomed. Countless souls who died in battle were forcibly absorbed into it, regardless of race and creed, one counts as one, and no one can escape.

Seeing that the barbarian's soul was also forcibly taken away, Vaughn had an angry expression on his face. He roared angrily, "Blasphemy! How dare you do such a thing to a Tampas Heroic Spirit! I'm going to tear you to pieces! ”

"Hahahahaha! One qiē for the glory of Saikola! Come, let me give your soul with my own hands. With that, Jacques Houas rushed forward, its sharp teeth tearing off a large chunk of flesh in an instant. If it weren't for the orc warrior's quick reaction, I'm afraid this arm wouldn't have been saved.

Standing high in the sky, Borken made a keen discovery. As more and more souls were inhaled, the evil aura emitted by this pearl began to increase the strength, agility, physique, and magic resistance of all the Sawah fishmen. Now ordinary first-level magic doesn't have much effect, and it has become bloodthirsty and crazy mentally.

He didn't dare to slack off, and immediately used the teleportation technique to say to Debra: "Oh no, the enemy seems to have used an artifact, and immediately concentrate all the energy of the mage tower to launch a fatal blow." ”

"Damn, I didn't have to say I saw it too. The positive energy pool is charging the crystal at the top of the tower, and it will take a little time, so you can find a way to drag it out for a while. With that, Debra cut off the communication. She obviously needed to focus on strengthening the control of the mage tower, and if there was a mistake in this level of energy attack, maybe the top of the tower would be blown away.

"Delay for a while? It's easy to say, it's a veritable artifact. Borken muttered to himself, followed by an immediate order: "From now on, enter the unlimited attack, don't be afraid to waste potions and scrolls, use as many as you want." ”

All the members of the mage regiment were stunned by this order. You must know that everyone in this battle carried scrolls and potions worth more than 1,000 gold coins, and if they were all thrown out, it would be 500,000 gold coins. This is simply burning money, and it is a big burn.

Finding that these guys were still in a daze, Borken urged loudly: "Look what! Hurry up and carry out the order! ”

He also knew that this was burning money, but there was no way, if he wanted to stop the increasingly powerful Shahua Fish Man, this sacrifice was necessary. After all, you can make more money when the money is gone, but if the army dies or the city is captured, the consequences are unimaginable.

It can be said that this Arcanist left over from the Nessera period thinks in a similar way to Henry's way of thinking most of the time, which is why he was able to obtain the command of the mage group. Giving up some unnecessary things at a critical moment to preserve vitality is what a mage regiment commander should do.

Because spellcasters are so difficult to cultivate, each one is very precious. If Debra had been given the command, and with her unyielding character of not meeting her goals, perhaps after one or two fierce battles, the entire mage regiment would have suffered more than half of the casualties. Obviously, this was definitely not the outcome Henry wanted.

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Bow and thank all the book friends such as the waste man, the deep sea mud beast, maxmens, the terrifying toad, the boss and Ah Fat for voting for the monthly votes. (To be continued......)