In the **** battlefield, the two method divisions attacked, but the morale was different.

"These mages are so weak!"

"Humans are very cunning. Will they show their weakness?"

"Weak yarn, it's just a fish!"

The shamans were much calmer than the pale-faced wizards. They did not exert their full strength at all, and some people held the staff and bludgeoned from beginning to end, even the earth shield was not cast.

"Jiyanshu!"

Falfort, in a golden priest's robe, sat on a white warhorse and snarled. Although he had restrained his emotions, his anger poured clearly from his voice.

At the moment when he saw Downton, he thought he was dazzled. To be honest, he had long forgotten the civilian paladin brought by Andrea. Such a small person might have died in a certain adventure early. The horns fell into the air, but today, he found that the other party with tens of thousands of elite armor stood opposite and challenged the king.

"If he won this battle, wouldn't he sit in the entire Frankfort?"

Falford thought with his ass, and knew that Downton would support Andrea to become the Archbishop of the region after he defeated the king. This was absolutely intolerable to him, so after the king made a request for help, he did not hesitate to take it directly. The priest group and the Knights Templar went out.

Compared to the mages, these clergy are much more elite, because all the priests belong to the light flame, except for some talented and outstanding people who will be sent to the holy city for further study, most will stay in the country, so in After Falford commanded, they raised the staff in their hands.

The holy singing rang through the battlefield, followed by a white gold halo that shrouded the mage regiment. It can increase the casting speed of mages by one fifth.

Uh! Uh!

Then there are two more auras, which are the magic that can reduce the loss of magic energy by one third and the sober magic, which can protect the caster from the fatigue caused by the cast, and keep the most sober mind, guaranteeing not to There will be chanting errors.

The three most basic divine blessings are completed. The priesthood group began to chant defensive magics with long casting time. Thirty seconds later, white oval shields were placed on the wizards.

Without the worry of death, the mage can finally rest assured of putting all their energy into attack, and there is a trend of reversal for a while.

On the ground, when the Indigenous Corps and the Third Light Infantry Regiment were 100 meters apart, they could no longer suppress the blood and began to run, and there was a little confusion in the formation.

The light step regiment is under the command of generals at all levels. Methodically advancing.

The priesthood group began to bless the triad with strength, agility, and endurance.

"This group of brainless idiots, it's **** it!" Seeing the infantry charge, the blood mallet cursed and shouted, "All attention, full firepower, and then support the infantry!"

The boring shamans are right. All entered the state of battle, one by one chanting mantras at the fastest speed. Communicate the natural elements!

Fuck! Fuck!

A black cloud appeared in midair, during which an arc flashed, and then gathered more and more, and then shot at the mage regiment.

boom! boom! boom!

The thick chain of lightning is like a dry branch of a century-old dead tree, with many forks, hitting the mage. Sputtering again, spreading around.

The mages dare to fight back, even if standing next to the priesthood regiment, they also desperately refreshed the shield, there is no way. The whole body is surrounded by blue lightning, and the test of psychological endurance is too great.

"The fools!"

Falford was almost mad, and the Masters confronted, paying attention to a first move. It was so unbeaten that he was beaten and beaten. "After casting the dullness, help the Masters increase defense!"

The priesthood group is chanting dullness for a maximum of 30 seconds, but the mage group did not even get through this time, and it collapsed directly after wave of lightning strikes from the shaman group.

boom! boom! boom!

As the first unlucky egg was struck by lightning, the shield became a scorched body. All the mage's heart sank, a cold sweat came out of his body, and he had kicked back, and then after the mage one after another Unfortunately, several mages finally couldn't bear the pressure of this death, and turned and ran.

As a hired mage, you have a distinguished status. Even if you run away on the battlefield, you don’t have to worry about being hacked to death by the supervising team. This is their reliance, so it runs without any scruples.

As the escapers appeared, the morale of the mage regime collapsed, and no one would be so stupid as to stay to die, so the mage withdrew from the battlefield almost instantly.

"Are there any problems with these guys' minds? Actually facing away from the battlefield?"

The Bloodmaul was stunned, but he didn't let go of this opportunity, the lightning storm expanded instantly, and then swept them.

The legal system is called the fortress profession, because the killing efficiency is the fastest. Before the priesthood regiment reacts, the wizard regiment is completely destroyed.

"What's this called?"

The observers were stunned to see the mages being shattered and killed by shattered shields.

"The mage who has never been on the battlefield is this virtue."

Some observers wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. They were fortunate to be able to come to watch the battle. After returning, they must tell His Majesty that the Mage Regiment must participate in actual combat training.

"Calm down and cover the magic of reducing benefit!"

Falford shouted and stabilized the emotions of the priests. In terms of pure attack, the priesthood regiment certainly could not beat the magistrate regiment, but the other party wanted to break through their defense. It was not that simple, so now the focus of the contest is inclined to both sides Infantry.

Xia Luo appeared on the battlefield riding a red wolf.

"Big Prophet, this small scene, you don't need to shoot!"

Blood Maul feels ashamed, but if the sage wolf takes action, what other faces of the indigenous people ask for the legion number?

When the three purple killer spells fell on the indigenous soldiers, the shaman division's counterattack also arrived. Instead of attacking the priesthood, they threw two green auras to disperse the indigenous soldiers. Yishen, throwing three purple auras at the same time, blessing the deity for the opponent.

The shamans chose the right timing to bless the magic arts. It was the moment when the infantry of the two sides came into contact and the attack took place.

Shrouded by a dull aura, the infantry phalanx just about to erupt was like being kicked under the hips when preparing for the cave on the wedding night.

Indigenous people were killed with great momentum.

Even if the infantrymen carried a tower shield, but in front of the ogres up to eight meters high, it was no different from paper.

The aborigines ignored the spears and hit them directly. The mace and stone mallet waved, flew a large number of soldiers, and spilled a lot of blood.

"Quick, protect!"

Falford looked at the eyes and shouted loudly.

The priesthood group's casting speed has been increased to the fastest, but the shaman divisions on the opposite side are not bad. The elements spread by the two sides collide in the air and burst into a roar.

It seems to be evenly matched, but the observers know that the priesthood is suppressed because no magic technique falls on the regiment. Their task is to support. If they cannot do it, they will naturally fail.

In the eyes of the ogres, the crowded people in front of them are yellow gold coins. They don't need to encourage morale at all. They are already full of firepower. They don't feel that there are many people in the other party, but they can't get much more.

Although the Third Corps is a main force, but without the assistance of the priesthood regiment, and seeing the ogre's fierce and fearless offensive attacks, it can't stand it, and the whole line collapses.

The ogres chased them and hacked them.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and no one expected that the battle situation would be such a one-sided situation, and the fighting power of the hilly indigenous people was presented for the first time to humans who always look down on them.

"Kill them all!"

The natives in the camp shouted and cheered for their companions. Some guys hadn't learned military discipline yet. Seeing that it was a fair battle, they ran out altogether, and a swarm of bees rushed to the opposite side, hoping to reap a few heads.

Someone took the lead and more and more natives rushed out.

"Arrow! Arrow!"

"Catapult, bed crossbow, attack!"

A roar sounded in the king's army. Ten seconds later, huge stones flew out of the camp and hit the indigenous people. Because of the hasty, landing was not properly calculated, some humans were unlucky and killed by their own stones.

Of course, under this kind of blow, some ogres were not spared.

"A bunch of fools, play the horn and let them back,"

Downton cursed, the good situation was wasted by these chaotic guys, because his distance was too far, and his catapult could not be hit.

The ogre heard the horn, some turned around, but some didn't even care, shouted and rushed forward, so those who watched also joined the charge.

The indigenous people were tall and long legs, not to mention robbing the heads of the harvest, so they rushed very fast. They did not wait for the 20,000-strong infantry regiment to return to the camp and caught up with them and strangled them together.

"too frightening!"

Watching the ogres hold the humble stone mallet and fly several human beings with each swing, the observers began to look squarely at the indigenous corps, wondering whether their country was also capable of building one.

Because the local infantry is in front, the bed crossbow cannot attack, the catapult is a projectile attack, and the trajectory correction time is too long, so the ogres rushed to the camp and some guys broke in from the roadblock~lightnovelpub.net~ Another Some simply started to hit the camp fence.

"Let arrows, shoot them to death!"

There were towers around the camp, and a team of archers stood on it. At this time, the domineering shooting was almost arrowless, but the lethality was not great.

Not to mention that the ogres are thick and rough, they also have stone skin and thorns blessed by the shaman division, and the arrows hit them, and they are directly rebounded.

"Push the crossbow vehicle up!"

Tens of thousands shouted.

The natives of the hills did not fear. Some elites even rushed down the tower, wielding a hammer with a hammer. After a dozen or so times, the tower collapsed, and the soldiers fell like boiled dumplings.

"What should we do now?"

Batty asked Downton, no one expected that a challenge would turn into a siege battle. If you retreat, the ogres will be shot by crossbow vehicles. The casualties are not small, but if you do not retreat, the loss of the siege battle is estimated. It also made him unable to bear. (To be continued,!

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