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Faster and more impactful than the frightened rabbit, the forward herald's horse almost brushed against his armor cloak, and in the blink of an eye, Locke saw that the herald's helmet was completely crooked, and the bearded face was full of horror under the armor that protected his head.

Is there a danger to chase after him?

Strange questions of stupidity rose from his body, and he smelled the rusty smell of iron in the wind whipped up by the heralds, and the boy could not help but crane his neck and look in the direction of the cavalry galloping in front of the marching column.

Flash.

When the color on the top of the head is changed to a single white, this is the only word that comes out.

The axis of light, more dazzling and scorching than lightning, split the sky above the raiders, and the strong wind blowing towards the ground was dry and hot, and the temperature that carried the strange smell dried the saliva in the mouth, and the dust stuffed into the nostrils and mouth, and the clear blue sky was barely visible after the clouds disappeared in the squinted eyes.

"Calm down! Calm down! Stand still all in place!!"

The pale-faced supervising officer shouted at the top of his voice, and the scabbard, whip, and fist all greeted the short-eyed fool who was holding his head and screaming and running around.

Before all kinds of violence and all kinds of efforts can achieve real results, all the actions of the officers are zeroed.

A few black dots in mid-air grew from barely discernible pinholes to the moment they occupied the horizon of those looking up at the sky, causing loud noises and dust, and crashing to the side of the road in disrepair.

Dust particles obsessed the crowd's vision, filling the nasal passages and causing the victim to cough incessantly. Humans had to cover their mouths and noses with their hands and wait for visibility to improve, and before anyone could see what was falling in the center of the dust, a smell similar to burnt meat slices filled the air.

"This smell is ......"

The knight froze in his body, and his stiff and sloppy beard actually trembled.

Screams rushed out of the throats of the recruits who had squeezed past them, and also revived from the knight's memories.

"Don't look!Everyone, stand back!Stand back!!"

The officers drove away the recruits who came around to try to find out, endured the bitterness that surged up their throats and the turmoil in their hearts, and did their best to control the ranks and military discipline.

It is difficult to achieve the effect of the fluctuation of people's hearts by blindly suppressing them, and there are some images that are enough to produce unimaginable images that are witnessed by everyone......

"Magic!Pointed ears use magic!!"

"Nonsense! How could there be such a stupid thing?! Didn't you wake up?!"

"Go see that thing for yourself!"

"What to do...... Sure enough, you shouldn't be a soldier......"

"Almighty Mother Goddess, please bless your devout and humble believers......"

Turmoil, confusion, vacillation - before the battle was officially engaged, the morale of the raiding party was in question.

The plague known as Unstable Dìng情xù spread at a rate far beyond the control measures of the supervising officers, and the peasants in military uniforms who had never been in contact with their opponents, failed to recognize what kind of attack Shicai had, and had never even slashed their flesh with their swords, were shaken by the soldiers in uniforms who fought desperately to get a chance alive in the battle against the guy named [Enemy].

Locker, who had received a strict basic education and had been fully tempered in his personal psychology, was better than the rookie recruits who were much older than him, and his vomit was forcibly suppressed, and his face still had a healthy blood color.

can insist on being a knight, and the rookie boy can be proud. ...,

[This...... Can magic make it?]

The heart wrapped in the body that had lost its body and mobility contracted into a pitch-black mass, the drum-like contraction and vibration covered the hearing, and the vision of the mind was completely obscured by the falling object.

Eighty percent of the melted metal was a part of the armor, and after being baked at ultra-high temperatures, the cuirass that could withstand the sword curled up like a dead leaf that had drained water and life, and the strong body evaporated most of it, leaving behind carbonized and charred embers, and the skin, blood vessels, muscles, and bones were licked by the heat and turned into dry coke, and under that, the charred and pale broken bones were particularly piercing. The horrific appearance of the jaw on one side of the cheek elevates the horror to the point where it is beyond the psychological capacity of some people, and the chyme stomach acid in the stomach pouch flows back from the human mouth to the earth.

You're a big boy, and you're going to be a knight in the future, and a little scene can't help but be a real knight. 】

Muttering words of self-encouragement, the upper and lower teeth tighten their lips fiercely, the tingling sensation activates the paralyzed body and thoughts, and the briefly disorganized breathing adjusts back to a slow rhythm.

By the time he did this, his forehead was already covered with a layer of oily sweat.

Knight Pierre's appreciative gaze withdrew from Locke, and the boy unconsciously missed the joy of experiencing the affirmation of his mentor.

That would have given the boy some valuable life lessons.

The situation did not allow Locke's mentor to focus too much on the growth of his disciples, and it was more important and urgent to grasp the situation and make correct judgments than to educate children.

The beam just now must be an attack technique, and the power that comes out of the table is purely [outrageous] to be able to describe.

All phenomena that exist in the world will eventually disappear. Just as there is no sweet spring that will not be exhausted, there is no flame that will not be extinguished, and the cause of existence will inevitably produce the fruit of the end, and magic will not depart from this most basic conceptual category.

In the final analysis, the magic known as the "universal power" is also a [phenomenon] that requires the mental power of the caster and the driving force of Mana to achieve.

Therefore, there is a very delicate contradiction and balance between the power and range of the magic technique, especially the operation of the unleashing phenomenon, and the ability of the caster and the needs of the battle situation.

When a fire attribute mage releases a [fireball], he needs to consider a series of questions such as how many rounds and how many fireballs should be fired to annihilate the opponent on the premise of corresponding mental power loss, how much time it will take to recover in case of mental power overdraft, and where to go to take refuge.

[No matter how strong a magician is, he also has his own limits, so he must formulate tactics calmly and reasonably to reduce unnecessary attrition. High-altitude targets that move fast are generally as much as possible for mages to try to avoid wasting energy on them. 】

The most respected woman's past experience crossed her ears, and the knight of Pierre, who had crossed the line of death all the way to the battlefield with the reminder of that friend, witnessed the scene of breaking the iron law at this moment.

"Close your eyes! It's coming again!!!!!!!!"

The cold breath that swept through the forest ahead stinged his skin, and the reflex of experience, one step faster than his mind worked, made the knight shout a warning to avoid danger.

In sync with the constant oppression that sensed it, the deadly pillar of light once again swept over the heads of the human army.

Everyone stared in fear at the spectacle of three pillars of light obscuring the sky, ignoring any physical protection, and the high-temperature light arrows that ignored any physical protection filled the horizon without gaps.

The fine iron armor, which was supposed to be able to hold out for a moment under the flames, did not have any protective effect before the attack of the Mysterious Beam, and the target that was directly hit evaporated and vaporized in an instant under the flash of light, and there was not even any scum left. The glowing particles that split from the optical axis rays spread out in all directions, and even if they were stained with a single drop, the plate armor would melt in an instant, and the flesh of the griffons and knights would burn into twisted and broken pieces with a terrible hiss, and the scorching storm would then blow the dead knights, scattering all kinds of mutilated corpses in front of the eyes of the humans on the ground. ...,

"Is it a deliberate show of strength?"

Gritting his molars, a low moan of horror squeezed out from his dry lips.

The image of the process of the griffin knights being killed by the mysterious light is firmly reflected in Pierre's pupils, and the eyes of the scout knights, who recorded the frantic charge of the orcs, the arming of the enemy camp, the ambush position, and the killing of the Shura realm, once again captured the crucial scene, and the unreasonable scene of the mind analyst who turned on in full force in the moment of danger.

"It's actually a ......!!! of light"

Of all the manipulation magics, light is recognized as the least offensive phenomenon, and most of the techniques derived from it are for [lighting] and [signaling], and even if it is healing magic, glowing is only an incidental phenomenon, not the magic itself.

The devastating technique in front of him was obviously a powerful beam attack, which was enough to surprise the knight, and the power of the opponent's attack was even more astonishing.

"Hell, the elves guys...... Is it a monster?!"

The words that seeped into the cold sweat lost his body temperature, and he gritted his teeth and pulled his face out of a stern posture. The knight tried his best to be in the right position to be in the enemy's state.

-- If even a veteran guy like himself shows even the slightest panic, the rookies with zero experience will immediately fall into a wave of panic that has lost all my thoughts.

"Hold on! The attack of the thief army is nothing more than a blind fight that wastes mental energy! They can't sustain it!"

A warning clearer than the shouts of the supervising officers is like the rebuke of a god, the thunder that splits the sky.

The headless flies of confusion suddenly found its way, and the recruits and officers looked at the majestic knight Pierre on his horse.

At this time, the sky seemed to confirm the knight's words, and no longer shone with deadly light.

Bang bang.

The unhurried applause dragged the rhythmic rhythm from which it was difficult for humans to find good feelings and walked on the eardrum.

Falling from the sky - literally, not even a breeze lifted, and fell gently into the ground like a feather.

A handsome young man with a mysterious smile on his face stood on the ground—in front of the stunned human eyes.

Sharp sword eyebrows, a small nose bridge that is not quite straight, and a girlish thin lip slightly curled - the curved facial features enhance the slightly neutral balanced face with an extremely pure, art-like beauty. If it weren't for the addition of two peculiar elements, everyone would think that this is a traveling boy from a wealthy family, and if he holds a lute, he looks like a bard.

Silky black hair flowing with a foul-smelling breeze, eyes that are more vivid and dazzling than rubies, filled with cold and burning pupils.

After the addition of strange elements that do not belong to the scope of cognition, the young man dressed in the traditional national costume of the bright white elves inexplicably resembles a crow - a messenger who announces death and decadence on the desolate battlefield.

The boy reminiscent of an ominous bird clapped his hands and said words of praise with a gentle smile:

"It is really commendable to be able to make decisive judgments in an unclear state of emergency, and immediately play the role of an officer on the scene to pacify the recruits who are on the verge of getting out of control...... It is worthy of being a person with sufficient practical experience, and he cannot pick a thorn from it. ”

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Small theatre time

Brunhill: It's finally time for war.

Li Lin: It's finally another chance to play handsomely.

Brunhill: Will it make readers think that this is a dragon sky?

Li Lin: No, even if it's a war, blindly playing handsome and cool will only die without knowing how to die. Every plan, every action of the command in a war will have a profound impact on the future. If it weren't for thorough calculations, I would never have acted.

Brunhill: Looking forward to His Excellency Li Lin's expression.