A group of mages? What can a group of mages do?

Do the La Rochelle people think that a group of mages is enough to annihilate thousands of our army?

This thought only stayed in Grote Cauces's mind for a short moment. When he saw the sand and stone piled up half of the city wall on the side, the thought disappeared.

What destroyed the Earth Dragon Legion and made them unable to retreat into the city now? It was the mountain that appeared out of thin air, the summoning object of earth elements, and the creation of earth-type mages!

What is the name of Amasil's mage tower? The Green Tower! Which one has the most mages in the Green Tower? The most earth element mages!

If he, as a commander, doesn’t even have such a sharpness, he might as well just commit suicide now!

Yes, although these earth element mages are indeed unable to reproduce such a huge creature - such a mountain, at least they have to be personally cast by extraordinary mages. However, a sufficient number of earth element mages can also change the terrain. Now they are stationed here. If those mages cast quicksand traps under them, or the earth is shaking, can they easily crush their defense line?

Grote Caucsis felt a great panic in his heart. If he was really buried here by a group of mages, swallowed up by quicksand, or crushed to death by the collapsed city walls, he would have been infamous for thousands of years in the army of O'Saint Emma!

Even his uncle Odric Caucsis, the prime minister who was far away in St. Hercoint, had to be scolded together!

Wait for a moment...

He suddenly felt stunned for a moment, looked down at his hands, his hands were trembling violently, and even if he consciously controlled them, he could not stop at all.

Why am I scared? Why am I already expecting what happened after the defeat?

Shouldn’t we, Aosaint Emma, ​​be invincible in the world, crush all these ants that dare to hinder us?

But...why am I confident in my heart that we will eventually fail?

"General, General!"

Jerome's cry instantly magnified in his ears, and he turned his head in panic and met Jerome's gaze.

"Earl Louis, Earl Jeremiah and Bernard ask you whether to continue to stay here or..."

"Stand? What to guard!"

Grote Caucsis screamed suddenly. In the blink of an eye, a large number of soldiers were swept into meat pies in the darkness that were engulfed by quicksand and smashed into meat pies by the city walls. He felt that his eyes were about to burst out with the flesh and blood of the corpses.

"Transfer the order, immediately pass the order, and let Jeremiah, Bernald, Louis, Ferguson, and Itley, let their infantry rush forward with shields, first drive the archers of the La Rochelle back, and then let Baker lead his Dragon Eagle Knights to destroy the La Rochelle's position!"

Yes, the number of these La Rochelles is only 10,000, and the number of teams outside their city is nearly 10,000. Even if it is a little damaged now, whether it is the individual strength or team combat capabilities, can the La Rochelles' infantry be compared with the infantry of the great Aosaint Emma Empire?

Yes, it was the sudden appearance of the mountain that disrupted his previous thoughts. Grote Cauces, who had originally planned to compete with the La Rochelle people head-on, suddenly opened up. Now that the mountain has collapsed, and no subsequent mountain appears, which means that the earth elemental mage who caused all this has also been drained of its power.

Since that's the case, I will just re-engage the original tactics and break through the La Rochelle people from the front. Isn't it all done?

But when his eyes fell on Zerom's face again, he found that the other party's face was painful, wrinkles twisted at the corners of his eyes, and said with difficulty:

"But, General... Knight Barkel has never returned, and neither has the Dragon Eagle Knights and the cavalry troops of the entourage..."

"We have no cavalry at hand."

We... have no cavalry anymore?

Grote was as if he was struck by lightning. It was natural that the Dragon Eagle Knight's combat power was no wonder. He could become the guard of the Earth Dragon Legion, and he was ranked among the top knights organized by Osaint Emma.

But at this moment, Zerom told him that the Knights had not returned-

"Click-Click-Click-Click-"

The sudden sound of the sand and stone not far away made Grote's tense nerves stir up again. He could no longer maintain a calm mind. He closed his eyes and pointed his hand forward: "There would be no cavalry without cavalry, but the same is true. Let the infantry push them up!"

"Push up the shield, the mage applies dispersion in the rear, and first regain some control of the battlefield!"

The order was quickly executed, and rows of infantry soldiers, carrying shields, flipped out from the current earth wall position, and forced them toward the La Rochelle archers who were still shooting in front.

"Those Osaint Emma people are coming out!"

The news quickly reached Atsk's ears. He rode his horse, pressed forward and looked around in person, and then confirmed: "The people of O'Saint Emma can't help it. They want to fight us head-on."

"A head-on battle?" The generals on the side sneered, "Does he think we will have a charge between infantry with them with integrity?"

"Memphira, let the archers retreat." Atsk held back his smile - as long as the Osaint Emma follow his script, the battle will inevitably be won by a huge advantage. "Put our 'new product' and let these Osaint Emma taste it-"

The archers who were harassing on the front line looked at the shield soldiers who were pushing up the shield, and jumped like rabbits while shooting arrows, keeping a distance, and slowly retreating back to the position.

If these Austrian Emma infantry want to pursue, they have to put down their shields. If they put down their shields, they have to be shot. They can only hide their bodies behind the shields and listen to the jingling sounds of arrows hitting the shields. Occasionally, those arrows wrapped in black flames will fall, but there are already lessons of the destruction of Count Augustine. The mages behind dispersed them in time without any damage to the formation.

They were like a tough wall, gradually advancing towards La Rochelle's position.

Grote Caucsis kept observing the situation on the front line through the Hawkeye telescope. Seeing that his troops were advancing smoothly, his heart suddenly became much more stable, and his previous fear dissipated a lot.

"Let the wanderers find those mages and harass them. No matter what they are doing, don't let them succeed." He calmed down and ordered again, "The follow-up troops followed up, first, the third team turned to the south, and let the private army withstood the first wave of attacks from the La Rochelles. Our people cut from the side, and don't be impatient."

Under his command, the infantry soldiers who were still on standby in the position also raised their weapons and pushed forward. A shield soldier dispersed the archers, and the La Rochelle's catapult carts did not fire for some reason. Their progress could be said to be unimpeded.

"Where are the La Rochelles, they just put us forward?" Grote Cauces looked at the smooth scene, but his heart skipped a beat again.

Normally, the La Rochelles would never give up the control of the battlefield that they had already obtained. If the La Rochelles' goal was to force them out to fight, then they should have had a fight at this time, but the La Rochelles' people did not move at this moment.

Should the commander on the opposite side fight or not?

He began to worry again, and he picked up the Hawkeye telescope and observed the front, but saw dozens of dark things seem to be rolling out in the La Rochelle positions...

"What is that?" He frowned. Each of those things was nearly three meters high, like a large, dark box with four wheels underneath. He could not see clearly what it was.

The front-line troops were also confused.

"What did the La Rochelle people come out? A crossbow?"

"How can a crossbow cart grow in this shape?"

"Then you can't say it's a bunker, right?"

While the two private army commanders were talking, the La Rochelle people who pushed out the dark iron boxes quickly returned to the position, and the black boxes gradually drove towards the position of the Osaint Emma private army without anyone guarding them.

Since the soldiers who pushed it let go, magic fluctuations gradually came from these iron boxes. The magic elements of cyan and red occupy the lower and upper half of the iron box respectively, and then the cyan condensed on the wheel, while the red condensed on the front end of the iron box.

Then, the speed of these iron boxes moving forward suddenly seemed to ride on the wind, and rushed towards the position of the Osaint Emma people!

"Those things are coming, their speed is getting faster and faster!"

"It will spit out, it will spit out, it will spit out!"

Amid the screams, these iron boxes had already rushed to the front of the shield soldiers at the forefront of the Osaint Emma people. Just when the shield soldiers thought they could block their charge momentum with their shields, the front ends of the boxes suddenly spurted out long tongues of flames, just like a dragon's breath. The high temperature instantly curled the two heavy shield soldiers in heavy clothes through the shields!

The originally rigorous front was torn apart by this unknown thing in an instant. The flames rushed into the Osaint Emma formation in the iron box and sprayed out from all directions of the box. Both the soldiers on the side and the soldiers behind were burned by the flames!

Driven by the wind element, their speed of progress seemed to be unhindered at all. They were completely a fully automatic charger, rushing around the Osaint Emma formation!

The troops of Osaint Emma, ​​which had been purged before, were stabbed in dozens of bright flames. None of them could stop the eruption of these things that had never been seen in time. Screams rang out everywhere in the queue:

"Help! Help!"

"Where is the mage, where is the mage?! Extinguish the fire, put out the fire quickly!"

Seeing this tragic situation, even La Rochelle, who was the initiator, was a little confused.

Atsk Angels looked at the front line for a while and quickly retreated to the position. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's so cruel. The thing that the Lurea Institute invented is a bit too cruel."

"Don't we attack now?" The question was Hagen Trongé, who rubbed his sword's hilt with his hands, could not help but rush forward to cut over the Aosaint Emma people.

"Don't worry, Ms. Lydia has made it a point to emphasize that before these 'elemental chariots' are blown up, don't rush to launch an attack-"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

As soon as Atsk finished speaking, he heard a loud explosion sound not far away. When he came to the formation to look, he found that there was an "unmanned land" in the array of the closest Aosaint Emma people-

Not all the soldiers standing here were driven elsewhere by the "Elemental Chariot". The lawless and unruly chariot in a queue was destroyed under a profession-level attack.

But it was precisely because of the destruction of this elemental chariot that more than a hundred soldiers lost their lives—

When the elemental chariot was destroyed, the magic of the entire vehicle was condensed to its extreme in an instant, returning to its core:

A magic crystal worth more than one thousand kinterry.

The strange magic runes engraved on the magic crystal instantly cause the surrounding magic power to be chaotic, and then trigger a regional magic explosion.

This scene made Atsk unable to help but remain silent. He stood still at the tragic scene in front of him for a while, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound from the explosion in his mind.

Even he couldn't figure out what kind of pattern the next war would be going on now that the products of Lurea civilization arrived.

Extremely long-distance catapults, powerful chariots with self-destructive capabilities, unique magic transformation methods, unpredictable advancement devices...

"This... the elemental chariot, if it is heading to us, how should we stop it?"

Sogel Winkler's inquiry came into his ears.

Atsk nodded and shook his head again:

"It is obvious that it is absolutely impossible to let these elemental chariots rush into the array and destroy them on their way. This is the only solution."

"Can the archers' volleys stop them?"

"But the time for the wind element to be promoted is too short. When you mobilize the archers to prepare for a salvo, they have already started. The archers cannot hit the target of their estimation of movement speed."

Atsk sighed and said, "In fact, there are many solutions, the premise is to keep a sufficient distance from the other party. The wind element advancement is not enough to support the super-long-distance advancement. We can only blame these AoSaint Emma people for being too close to us."

"If the distance is far enough, you can also destroy it with war weapons or professional-level warriors-"

Unfortunately, it was too late for the AoSaint Emma people.

Elemental chariots exploded in the Osaint Emma position, screaming in his ears and fire in his eyes.

The troops of these thousands of people, Aosaint Emma, ​​had completely collapsed before they could even reach close contact with their opponents.

When the third elemental chariot exploded, Grote Caucsis had already put down the Hawkeye telescope in his hand.

He collapsed on the horse's back with weakness, feeling sad, but he couldn't even squeeze out a tear.

And Zerom, who had just returned, returned to him at this moment, and whispered in his ear:

"General...we sent the troops to the flanks, and were destroyed by the cavalry of the La Rochelles."

He had a cardiac arrest and fell off his horse in an instant.
Chapter completed!