There is a famous saying in "On War": The continuation of the history of war.

"The Art of War" also once said: The Lord must not be angry and raise his army, and he will not be discouraged and cause war.

Both of these sentences say that in war, try to be sane and not be reckless because of a moment of irritation. It sounds reasonable, but there aren't many of them that actually do it. In the Second World War, for example, there are too many examples of brain congestion in spite of casualties and mutual stumbling. You must know that at this time, they have already entered the modern era, and "On War" and "The Art of War" have long been known by most of the high-level officials, which shows that intelligent life cannot truly control its own feelings.

However, these are all theories that can only be born on the earth without supernatural powers, and they are simply a joke for the continent of Faerun, which is full of terrifying monsters and supernatural powers. You must know that almost all the wars here are waged by gods, all kinds of powerful and evil monsters, careerists, etc., and most of the time they are not for profit, but just to vent their anger or take out an enemy.

It can be said that the whole world is a playground for many powerful people, who can start a war at any time according to their mood, and the army and civilians are just some pawns that can be discarded at any time, and they don't care too much about how many high-ranking people die. It is precisely because of this that many times the commander rushes forward even knowing that he will fail, hitting him on the head and breaking the bloodstream. Because obeying orders is at most a death, but if you anger the master behind you, I'm afraid that even death will be a luxury at that time.

For example, the main purpose of such a large-scale attack was simply to collect souls for the gods they worshipped. To this end, nearly 100,000 people were dispatched at one time. As for looting, it's just a matter of hand. Now the whole army has been struck by the destruction of the mière. But he still refused to retreat, and Jacques Houas was even more like crazy, preferring to let the remaining compatriots be buried with him, rather than admit defeat and obediently return to the deep sea.

In the evening, the turquoise waters of the Angome Islands reflect the faint afterglow of the setting sun, and a large group of sand fishmen are slowly making their way to the bottom of the sea towards the island of Hart. They thought they were moving very stealthily, and they were unaware of the soldiers who were quietly deploying on the shore. Under the construction of Sycodi, tutors and students from the college district also joined in. In particular, the bards sang magical ballads that boosted morale and dispelled the fear of the unknown.

Debra touched the demon (pet) lying on her shoulder and asked Vaughn beside her, "Do you think these soldiers who haven't seen blood can be trusted?" Will it be directly dispersed by the fish-people who come up after a while? ”

"Don't worry, when the war starts, I will let the barbarians be at the front first, and then send these recruits in batches, so that the veterans and recruits will soon mature." Saying that, the orc warrior stretched out a finger and wanted to tease the "transformer cat pet", but the big black cat obviously didn't like it, and immediately turned into a hedgehog when the finger was about to touch it.

"Hahahaha! It seems it doesn't like you. Debra sneered.

Looking at the vigilant eyes of the "transforming cat pet", Vaughn could only smile wryly and shake his head. "Okay. Maybe it remembers the soup I was going to make back then, and it's such a grudge-holding little thing. ”

Just while the two were chatting. Suddenly, a soldier shouted: "Look! What is that? ”

Following the direction of his finger, water ripples appeared on the sea in the distance, and the area was beyond imagination. Debra sneered and said to the orc warriors, "Here they are." You'd better get these rookies ready, I need to go back to the Mage Tower to report to the master first. ”

Vaughn nodded slightly, and immediately turned around and shouted at everyone, "Enemy attack!" All troops in place! The bow and crossbow are wound and ready to fight. ”

With an order, a burst of "creaking" sounds rang out, and the giant crossbows defending the city were pulled apart, and arrows thicker than their arms were placed on the grooves. The soldiers on the towers and the city walls also raised their crossbows, and the tense anger before the battle quickly spread to everyone.

When the city of Bluvent was built, Henry had considered the defense of the harbor, so he built two semi-arced walls, which were like two arms to protect the area around the docks, and any ship wishing to enter had to pass through a passage that was not very wide. This means that the Fishman has to endure a rain of arrows, oil, and magic before rushing to the shore, and only God knows how many of them will rush through.

Soon a guy with a shark's head emerged from the water, followed by a large number of fishmen, and in just one minute, the entire bay was covered with an army of fishmen. Their numbers startled the soldiers of the city walls, and many of them trembled with their hands and feet. Although they were all veterans of training, this was the first time they had actually participated in the war.

Seeing the human soldier's appearance, Vaughn couldn't help but shake his head. Fortunately, it was the Barbarian Guards who were placed on the front line of the docks, otherwise these guys would not have been able to hold it. Thinking of this, he instructed an officer beside him: "I'll leave it to you here, I'm going to go ashore to command the front-line troops now." Remember, try to keep the number of enemies to a minimum, and don't let them rush too much at once. ”

"Understood!" The young officer nodded and replied excitedly.

After arranging everything, Vaughn quickly left the city walls and returned to the makeshift fortifications on the docks. The atmosphere here was noticeably different from that on the city walls, and the young barbarians were gearing up for the arrival of the enemy. For them, war means supreme honor, and there is nothing more exciting for these strong men than to cut off the heads of powerful enemies.

As for death, Tampas warriors who believe in the god of war will fear death? I'm afraid that the people of the entire Faren Continent will think this is a joke. These guys are a bunch of battle maniacs, who are there wars wherever they are, and they don't care about their own lives or deaths, just to win the final victory.

The Fishman was a very fast swimmer, and it didn't take long for him to approach the city wall. With the officer's order, countless arrows and ballistas began to fire, and barrels of fire oil were poured into the sea. Then a torch was thrown. Immediately, a large sea of fire appeared on the surface of the sea.

But the fire didn't stop these sea overlords. The experienced Jacques Hoyas immediately ordered the priest to begin blessing the "protective flames". He then instructed the soldiers, who were temporarily immune to fire damage, to push the oil to the sides, revealing a not-so-wide passage in between.

"Warriors! For the glory of the great Sekola! I now order you to charge! Kill all the things you can see! Jacques Hoyas shouted at all the fishmen. He knew very well that this operation would definitely be successful if it was not successful, so he left no room for retreat.

After receiving the order, countless fishmen frantically rushed to the shore, and even countless ballistas and arrows could not stop them. After all, the scales on these guys can play a good protective effect, and most ordinary arrows are difficult to kill even if they are shot, only the ballista is the real big killer, and each blow can directly penetrate two or three enemies.

Watch the surging enemies. Vaughn drew his two-handed greatsword behind him, chanting the barbarian's ancient war song, and greeted him. Before the fish-man who rushed to the front could react, he was about to be cut off by the face of the sharp magic weapon. The guys who followed behind were also killed one after another, and in less than a minute, forty or fifty corpses were lying on the beach. Not a single person was able to rush past the orc warriors, and the flaming "Giant Slayer" seemed to warn all enemies not to act rashly.

Blood and carnage accelerated the adrenaline rush, and Vaughn felt his nerves get excited, and after killing another enemy, he couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a roar.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!h

Jacques Houas, who was hiding in the rear, had a solemn expression on his face when he heard this voice. As a legendary warrior, he knows all too well what that roar means. There is a formidable warrior among the enemies, and he is about to break through the last threshold and enter the legend.

This is not good news. A legendary warrior is the equivalent of a meat grinder in war. One person can kill an army. They have steely muscles and bones, and they will not get tired for days and nights. If there is no opponent of the same level to contain you, I am afraid that even if everyone dies, they will not be able to achieve their goal.

Thinking of this, Jacques Houas gritted his teeth and creaked. To be honest, he didn't even think of going ashore if he could. After all, it's one thing to let your subordinates take risks, it's another thing to let your own life take your own life. In particular, the power of legendary magic is still fresh in my mind, and what to do if the enemy has similar means.

However, the current situation is really quite bad, and the fish-men who rushed to the beach could not break through the defense line at all, but were killed back into the sea by the barbarians led by Vaughn. Jacques Houas knew that he couldn't continue like this, otherwise there was a good chance that the whole line would collapse after a while. He took a deep breath and led the last elite to attack without hesitation.

Fish-man mages and priests began to chant incantations, and one spell after another was cast, and the human soldiers on the city wall were caught off guard and fell to the ground injured. The number of arrows shot in a moment was greatly reduced, and taking advantage of this opportunity, all the Sawa fishmen rushed to the shore one after another, and with the advantage of numbers, they pressed the barbarians back.

Jacques Houas and Vaughn quickly found each other in a hand-to-hand encounter, and at the same time collided fiercely. As the battle between the two became more and more intense, a vacuum gradually became vacant around the battlefield. Because they are all extremely powerful warriors, out of respect, no one will bother until the winner is decided.

Far away in the Mage Tower, Borken is keeping a close eye on the situation at the scene, and has ordered the Mage Tower to be ready to use its energy reserves for magical support. Just then, Debra burst in. As soon as she entered, she asked aloud, "Has the news been delivered?" ”

"Yes. Now that you've returned, hurry up and get ready, I'm going to lead the mage group to set off now, and I'll leave it to you here. With that, Borken stood up and was about to leave. As an Arcanist from the time of Nessreel, he was better at commanding mage regiments than anyone else.

A few minutes later, an airship full of mages and warlocks began to slowly rise into the air, heading in the direction of the battlefield. It can be said that this is the first time in Henry's territory that a spellcaster has been used in a large-scale centralized manner, and although many of the levels are not high, they are not weak at all in terms of lethality with sufficient scroll reserves. (To be continued......)