Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 652 654. Too reckless

"Crazy! They are all a bunch of crazy!"

Yennefer pulled out blue arcs of electricity from the fingertips of her hands. While cursing like a shrew, she accurately projected the arcs from her hands with extremely high spellcasting skills and hit the target.

It was a male warlock from the south. Yennefer's electric arc first shredded a magic missile he fired, and then fell on him.

The blue arc of electricity spread out, and a dozen Nilfgaardian soldiers around the wizard twitched and fell into paralysis.

On this high-intensity battlefield, a dozen people who were numb and stiff were almost like small sand dunes washed by waves, disappearing in an instant.

After Nilfgaard's warlocks entered the field, the killing efficiency of the northern warlocks was greatly reduced.

Because they inevitably have to put part of their spellcasting energy into spell battles with enemy warlocks.

"Tisaya, protect Triss! She just used too much force!"

Yennefer telepathically asked for support from 'Tissaya' again. Triss did show unparalleled killing efficiency at the beginning, but this was achieved by overloading Chaos Magic.

Although she recovered after relaxing for a while, she was still able to deal with ordinary people, but now that she had entered the spell battle stage, her remaining strength seemed insufficient.

"Isn't Rita Nied approaching you? Where is her fucking person?"

'Tisaya' shouted telepathically in a frenzy.

"Rita Nied is dead! She was almost rushed to her side by the Nilfgaardians just now, and then she instinctively used her best spell out of desperation. You know what it was."

"This stupid woman with the art of sealing the weapon!"

The sealing technique is a spell that can shrink a living being into a palm-sized sculpture. However, if the subject remains in the statue state for too long, irreversible kidney damage will occur, and in severe cases, death.

This spell is powerful, but there is no doubt that it has no large-scale lethality. It is not suitable for battlefield environments at all. On the contrary, because the level is not low, it consumes a lot of money.

Rita Nied was consumed by this subconscious spell and entered a low period of magic power, and then was hacked to death.

The result of the battle was only to turn a dozen Nilfgaardians into statuettes.

"But there's nothing I can do! People around me are dying too!"

Yennefer started to cry when she heard the telepathy of 'Tisaya'.

People were dying everywhere, and no one cared about anyone.

The cruelty of the battlefield far exceeded the imagination of this group of pampered senior warlocks.

In fact, wars of this scale and intensity have never been fought many times since humans appeared in this world!

So far, the only warlock who can consistently provide mass destruction may be Vilgefortz.

He is not only a warlock, but also a sky controller who has studied under the Druid for a long time.

Under his powerful magic power, the dark clouds on Umbrella Mountain showed no sign of dissipating from the beginning to the end!

Several streaks of blue thunder appeared on the field from time to time, like plows, pulling back and forth where the Nilfgaardians gathered.

The earth and rocks exploded and melted under the thunder, not to mention human armor and bodies.

Each thunderbolt can kill and injure dozens of people.

But it seems that even a mage like him will eventually run out of power.

After controlling the thunder and lightning again, the dark clouds in the sky gradually became thinner.

And Wigfortz, who was constantly shifting positions with the elite shield guards assigned to him to maintain his concentration on casting spells, was also pale at this time, looking like he was exhausted.

"I have used too much magic power, protect me."

The handsome archmage ordered the shield captain, who nodded solemnly. Although druids are also seen as weirdos who live in isolation, their acceptance among the people is at least better than that of wizards.

After giving instructions to the captain, Wigefortz's eyes seemed to have penetrated the mountain and looked towards the other side of the hill.

You started too.

The corners of Vilgefortz's mouth curved in an intriguing way.

Very good, let me see what kind of ‘thing’ you are.

Those gleaming eyes don't look like the muddleheaded, nauseous look of a warlock after his mana is exhausted.

——

"The basic decision was correct, but the execution was problematic."

Lan En took a quick look at the current battle situation in Umbrella Mountain and understood why the Northern Allied Forces were so hard and difficult when annihilating a group of defeated troops.

"Foltest and Vizmir were too impatient. They had never surrounded an army of this magnitude on the battlefield, so they didn't even leave an exit and sealed off the entire mountain and valley. !”

Saying that, Lan En shook his head.

"Too reckless."

Lincoln, who was standing next to him, thought that there had only been a few battles with humans of this level, so it would be abnormal if not reckless. But what the adults said must make sense.

"With all exits surrounded, these defeated soldiers will be inspired to fight in search of survival and return home, and regain the most basic centripetal force."

"They should leave an exit, and then continuously set up blockades, encirclement and suppression, and leave another exit on the road following this exit. After several rounds of repetition, the number of defeated troops can be weakened in stages without triggering a defeated army. desire to resist, so as to retain the other party’s vitality to the greatest extent.”

Lincoln was a little confused, but he probably understood.

"Then, sir, should we send someone to remind the two kings?"

"Reminder?" Lan En glanced back at his adjutant in surprise, "What's the point of reminding now? This thing should have been arranged before the battle begins, and then come in handy after the battle is won."

"Now? Which archmage can conjure several checkpoints out of thin air for him?"

With a 'click', Lincoln and the fifty-nine 'Embers' behind him looked stunned at the same time.

Almost instantly, the atmosphere of daily conversation shifted to the atmosphere of chilling combat.

Because Lan En has already put the [turbid current] sword on his shoulder.

The clicking sound was the sound of the heavy sword pressing against the shoulder armor, causing the locks and lining of the armor to collide and rub against each other.

“It’s too late and there’s no way around it.”

Lan En shook his neck from side to side, making a sound of joint movement.

Those cat eyes looked at the battle on Umbrella Mountain coldly.

"Raise the lion flag of Sintra, it's time to enter the stadium"

"The centripetal force generated by a group of defeated soldiers due to their desire to survive. Let me see how much effort it takes to defeat them?"

The 'Embers' behind them immediately raised their lances on their horses and drew their swords.

The sound of intensive friction and collision of steel is chilling and oppressive.

The blue lion flag of Sintra was hung on a lance by a knight as the symbol of the Northern League.

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