Luo Chen nodded: "Yes, I also know who the opponent is! Let me tell you that the weakest part of the cloak is that weapons and equipment and the empire are two completely different directions, but in contrast, their combat effectiveness is very high, someone knows Is that why?"

No one answered, and when Luochen wanted to explain it to them, a student came out: "Teacher, I think it's because they have the courage to fight hard, and they can die with their lives. Those guys in the empire are used to being rich and noble before. When it's right, it won't be so hard!"

Luo Chen didn't expect that someone would be able to see everything in it, and nodded with satisfaction: "What's your name?"

The bald student seemed very excited: "Report to the Chief 3.7 Mage, my name is Phoenix Guest!"

Luochen smiled indifferently: "This name is too complicated, just call it Geist in the future!"

As if showing off, Guest glanced at the surrounding students, and then Luo Chen continued: "Follow me in the future!"

For an ordinary student, this is even more glorious. He said excitedly, "Yes, Master Chief Mage."

Having said that, Luo Chen jumped lightly and came into the air again. The stormcloak leader raised his hand, and all the soldiers stopped one after another, but their formation was indeed messed up.

Luochen said disdainfully: "Whoever leads the troops should come out and meet, this Demon Lord never kills unknown juniors!"

A group of students took a deep breath: "Isn't this a provocation, Master Chief Mage?".

Chapter two hundred and ninety-two fighting between life and death

In the crowd, a guy in a robe appeared faintly, and in his expression, there was a faint expression of a hero in the world.

"Hey, you are with people again, I can't change my name while I'm sitting, and I can't change my surname when I'm standing!"

Luo Chen looked at his indomitable appearance, and suddenly there was a raging fire in his heart: "You old thief, you have the nerve to say such a thing! Die!"

Toldiv had already received the order of falling dust, and he had planned the battle scene in his mind for a long time. Seeing the boundless sea of ​​people, his heart was extremely excited, and he raised his hand: "Let it go!

Just like the situation in the storm cloak just now, countless magic spells of different colors directly broke through the sky, and smashed into the opponent's lineup.

For a time, the soldiers of the Stormcloak were killed and wounded countless times.

It's no wonder that most of the soldiers in the storm cloak are warriors. Compared to them, the power of magic is powerful and irresistible.

Istar aimed at the falling fireball in the sky, and an axe swung out, splitting the fireball in two, and the scattered fireball bombarded the ground, emitting a scorching temperature, but it was only 10 times.

"Brothers, have you seen it? They only have this level of strength. What are you afraid of? Kill me!"

To his surprise, after the soldiers heard his order, they all stayed where they were. No one dared to move forward easily. Istar frowned: "Are you all afraid?"

A soldier came out: "Sir, why don't we wait for the reinforcements of the mage troops to talk about it!"

In fact, most of the soldiers in Ista's hands were from horse thieves or tomb robbers. It is not uncommon for them to be greedy for life and fear of death in the face of the real battlefield.

Istar chuckled: "Okay!"

After all, with a wave of the axe in his hand, the soldier's head flew directly into the sky, and soon fell to the ground, rolling non-stop.

Everyone saw this scene, and Istar raised the weapon in his hand high: "Kill them all for me, whoever retreats, kill without mercy!"

Falling dust was suspended in the sky, he did not intend to use the power of one person to resist the impact of thousands of people, although the attack of the magical vision just now greatly reduced the ability of Wintercastle to guard.

But at the moment, he still has more than 300 mages. As the saying goes, one person and one mouthful of ice thorns can kill all these thousand non-magic guys.

This is the truth. The students of the Magic Academy stood on the top of the wall one by one, condensing various magical reserves with their hands at the same time, and at the same time, flames, ice thorns, and thunderbolts stood out, and radiated toward the soldiers who came up. down.

Tordiv stood on the wall and ordered the students to release their magic. When he saw some rushing up with the help of his teammates, he threw an invisible long sword of air, which quickly pierced their hearts,

What surprised Luochen was Geist's performance. There was no attacking magic between his hands, but it was more deadly than any student's magic. With a wave of his hands, a phantom wolf appeared in the crowd.

The soldiers in the No. 10 Stormcloak also lost their lives in an instant. The wolf came to a soldier, and the guy sat down on the ground in fright. He said shakingly, "No, you do not come!"

It seems to be a kind of pleading, but the wolf with claws and claws will not listen to his orders and pounce on him directly. The soldier closed his eyes and waited for death to come. At this moment, an axe shot from the wolf's head. After crossing, the wolf's head was cut off immediately, and the phantom disappeared in front of him.

Istar gave the soldier a disdainful look: "You are really ashamed of the Nords!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Luochen in the air, thinking to himself, what kind of tricks this guy is playing, why he didn't come down to attack, isn't he afraid that those students will die in front of him one by one?

Istar gritted his teeth and rushed up directly, knocking back the magic flames. His speed was all fast, and he jumped directly to the city wall with the power of the impact, and quickly ran towards the city head.

The magic students on the top of the city couldn't resist at all. As soon as they turned their heads, their heads were cut off.

Once there was a breakthrough, the whole army's morale fluctuated, and the storm cloaks on the ground were holding up their weapons one after another: "Brothers, those mages are not omnipotent, the boss of Istar has already been killed, Brothers, run for me!"

When all the soldiers heard this, their eyes were red. They had been slaughtered just now, and now it was their turn.

Tordiv released an air shield in his hand and charged directly towards Istar.

Istar sneered: "Old boy, let's see how I can break your tortoise shell."

Toldiv sneered: "If you have the ability, try it!"

The two bumped into each other, and separated again in less than a second.

After sliding on the ground for a few meters, Toldiff was surprised that what the Chief Mage said was true. Those guys all possessed peerless skills, and there were cracks in their air shields.

Istar wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "You guy, the tortoise shell is really 360 hard, let's see how I break you!"

After saying that, he rushed up again, and Toldiv said coldly: "If you think I have this ability, you are wrong!"

His hands quickly flashed the power of lightning, and a lightning strike came out of his hands and hit him directly.

Ista subconsciously used the weapon in his hand to resist the attack from the opponent, but he didn't expect that the power of lightning seemed to be scattered, but the power of lightning was passed to his hand through the axe.

Istar was struck by lightning, and black smoke came from all over his body, but he remained silent.

As if nothing had happened yet, Toldiv threw out his shirt: "Boy, you are a good guy, let me show you how good I am!"

After speaking, Toldiv's muscles tightened, and at the same time, a vague phantom was condensed all over his body.

Istar opened his eyes wide, unable to believe the scene in front of him: "You, what did you do?"

Toldiv sneered: "Why are you afraid now?"

On the other side, the soldiers who rushed under the city wall put the long rope on their body directly on the city head, and they were burned down. People also followed the rope and turned into a pile of coke, but they did not give up and kept repeating this. In one scene, finally someone of them climbed to the top of the wall. .

Chapter 293 Teaching Students

The apprentices of Winterhold Academy seemed to have lost their souls at this moment.

Everyone didn't have time to react, and looked at the soldiers who were on the wall. They panicked.