By the time the Scourge Legion's commander found out, the other party had already figured out that it was less than two kilometers away from the Calamity Legion's troops besieging Dalaran. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The earth roared.

The kind of huge vibration that can bounce even a few centimeters high on the ground can't hide it from anyone.

It's not that there are no monsters in the Scourge Corps. The cave-dwelling demon transformed from a spider demon is one of them, but it definitely doesn't have this kind of frequent shock.

"No! this is not our troops!" said Dark Dean Gardin, who was commanding the army in the rear.

At this time, none of the lich had reacted to what was going on.

The fog suddenly lifted, and an army of crimson armor, like a giant red dragon awakened, showed its claws to the Scourge Legion.

"For the Holy Light!" led the charge were five hundred paladins with silver hands.

"For the rest of the dead—" The Lordaeron knights followed, wielding their light-blessed weapons.

The earth-shattering slogan could be clearly heard even by the soldiers of the Dalaran Infantry Regiment, who were fighting on the Dalaran city wall five kilometers away.

The people of Dalaran were pleasantly surprised by the sudden appearance of this army that suddenly appeared behind the Scourge Legion as if by magic.

"Reinforcements!?"

"Thank God!"

"It's the Lordaeron here!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

Without reinforcements, you will lose if you hold for a long time.

This has been the same truth for the ages!

In a situation where even the magic communication is cut off, let alone cavalry, and even griffons can't fly out, looking at the terrifying legion of the dead like an endless ocean, any ordinary person will quickly lose his courage. If it weren't for the hundreds of mage towers behind him that kept sweeping away these monsters with extraordinary power, the Dalaran infantry on the front line would have collapsed long ago.

Without any warning, the Scarlet Crusaders, a few strong reinforcements on the entire continent, were suddenly ushered in, and the morale of the Dalaran people was greatly boosted for a while.

On the tallest mage tower, Antonidas, who was struggling to calculate the cost of mana and use it as rhythmically as possible, watched this scene with the same surprise.

The next scene made Antonidas even more happy.

The gargoyles, who were constantly hovering in the sky and swooping down on the top of the city from time to time to harvest the heads of humans, began to turn around and kill the charging cavalry under the command of the dark abbot Gardin.

Most of the low-level undead creatures are sluggish, and it is impossible for low-IQ ghouls, zombies, and skeleton soldiers to instantly turn around and counterattack.

Using gargoyle counter-charges and cave-dwelling ranged attacks to crush the human cavalry charge as much as possible was already the best way Dean Gardin could think of.

Looking at those gargoyles roaring from the sky, even a veteran general like Mograini couldn't help but tingle his scalp.

Knights and cavalry do not have any anti-air capabilities.

Even Paladins have limited ranged attacks and have extremely short ranges. Paladins can fight, carry and add blood, but there is no long-range attack, and this natural shortcoming is not something that can be solved at all.

Lordaeron had no shortage of warriors who charged at the spear front, but Mograine didn't want his good boys to waste their lives at the hands of the opposing air force.

If the army advances slowly, of course, there can be cover from the archer regiment and the mage regiment, but then the opportunity to surprise is also lost.

It's not that Mograine didn't think of leading the mage regiment to charge on horseback.

Unfortunately, most mages simply don't have the ability to move and cast spells. The low-level mage must pause, sense the elements around him, and then resonate and connect with the elemental world before slowly reciting the incantation......

By the time they made a move, the daylily was really cold.

Thankfully, I still have Duke on my side.

There is no other peerless powerhouse in the alliance who has both [High-Speed Movement Spellcasting] and [Super Multi-Casting Spells].

It is generally accepted that in the field of [Multicast], even the two Archmages of the Sun, Antonidas and Anastrian, have bowed to Dukegan.

I just don't know if Duke's craftsmanship is rusty after ten years.

"It's all up to you!" Mograine looked at Duke, who was charging with him on horseback, with an undisguised pleading look in his eyes.

"Leave it to me!"

Just three words, sonorous and powerful!

And Duke, who is full of evil today, for some reason, makes Mograine and Abidis feel an inexplicable sense of peace of mind and trust more than the usual Duke who always has a gentle smile.

The wind, I don't know when it blew.

This is the exact opposite of this season, with winds running from east to west.

Thinking that it was God's help, Mograini was stunned to find out that the source of the wind was actually Duke beside him.

Not only the wind, but also the fire.

The Lordaeron horse that Duke was riding seemed a little frightened at first when he saw the fire under his feet, but the mysterious light emanating from Duke's hand quickly calmed the horse, causing it to immediately fall into a state of self-forgetfulness and gallop.

So fast!

That's far faster than a normal arrow!

Is that the mage's Blazing Rush?

How could it be so fast!?

Mograine didn't know much about magic, he only knew that he had this supermagic specialty. Of course, he couldn't have known that Duke had been baptized by the Altar of Storms and possessed the power of wind and thunder.

Under the double acceleration, Duke was almost a streamer to outsiders.

At that moment, Duke was alone and empty-handed, and with a crimson magical radiance, he slashed into the Scourge Legion's formation.

Front, hundreds of ghouls with ruined faces and hideous fangs poured in.

On the two wings, poisonous spiders thrown by cave demons show their terrifying mouthparts in midair.

In the sky, it is a gargoyles that enter a state of swooping with wings between them, and can easily tear a knight and a horse to pieces.

High, medium and low attacks are hit at the same time.

Even the paladins with big hearts and courage showed surprise when they saw this scene.

The next moment, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Fire!

Fiercer than the fire of the prairie fire.

Stronger than the fire of the burning sky.

Suddenly, from the hands of a thousand and twenty-four mages that appeared in the void, a thousand and twenty-four fireballs the size of a water tank were raised.

Duke looked up, no sorrow or joy, and a string of familiar and unfamiliar green subtitles poured down from Duke's retina.

Yes, relying on the transplanted magic circuit, Duke reorganized his magic circuit.

It's like silting up a river, and using a boat to dig up the silt is certainly a solution, but it is also possible to wash away the silt with a larger amount of water, but more violently and quickly.

The previous rank had temporarily fallen, and Duke lacked the magical power to solve the problem. When he has a foreign aid that is not much inferior to him, everything is solved.

"Illusia, your gift, your love, I've received it—" (To be continued.) )