Emperor of Arcane

"shoot!!"

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The overwhelming crossbow arrows covered the slave warriors who rushed out.

The slaves who had few armors were completely emptied out.

Occasionally, there were scattered lucky people who survived among a lot of unlucky people. They were instantly frightened and fled to the sides, howling.

On the contrary, the group of slave warriors at the forefront were not attacked.

They were able to successfully reach the formation of Gulf Territory soldiers.

But facing the bright metal armor and spears, the original courage to kill dissipated as he ran step by step.

If you don't go up any more, you will really die!

Yes, the distance between the two sides was not far. Before they could figure out the countermeasures, they had already rushed to the front of the array.

If you are afraid of death, you will die faster!

Led by dozens of brainless slave warriors, they rushed forward without fear of death.

"kill……!"

"rush……!"

They let out bursts of shrill roars, and along with other efforts, the soldiers kept shouting, as if to embolden themselves.

Then, they had a head-to-head collision in front of the solid defense line and were bleeding.

With the transformed warriors as the node, the heavy infantry as the fulcrum, and the shielded defense of the mid-level elite warriors, these stragglers cannot shake it at all.

After a few rounds of collision between the two sides, the Gulf Leader warriors understood their true strength and launched a counterattack at an extremely fast speed.

The spear stuck behind the solid shield was like an iron tortoise or a turtle shell suddenly transformed into a tank galloping around and roaring with artillery fire.

They were killed in a few strokes until they lost their armor and were defeated.

The slave soldiers who rushed in from the rear did not understand the cruelty of war at first.

They rushed out of the narrow passage, and before they could take a breath, they were about to receive the baptism of "selection" of crossbow arrows.

After luckily escaping, they only had time to cast disdainful glances at the other slave warriors on both sides who were pretending to be dead and evading, before they ran head-on into an unshakable copper wall.

The grievances in the slave warriors' hearts had not even been vented before they were crushed by the Gulf's leading formation in full formation.

Come quickly, die quickly!

Matthew has been searching with his eyes, sensing any area that emits mana fluctuations.

However, Matthew overestimated the drow spellcasters and underestimated their fear of death.

After they saw the densely packed crossbows, they had completely given up the idea of ​​approaching the front line of the battlefield.

Commander Liya, who constantly dispatched slave warriors and used attrition tactics, turned a blind eye to their actions.

No matter how many slaves die, just keep catching them.

Anyway, there are countless slaves in the entire underground world.

But if the caster dies, the situation will be completely different, and it may even lead to investigation and accountability from above.

Simple but cold-blooded value judgments doomed the slave warriors to charge to death one after another.

Just half an hour.

More than three thousand slave warriors fell on the narrow battlefield.

The corpses everywhere, like the blood in the stream, declared the brutality of the battle.

From the very beginning, the madness was filled with the roar of the desire to kill.

Later, the fear, avoidance, and fear of appearing in front of the Gulf Territory soldiers.

Continuously exerted tremendous mental pressure on the subsequent slave warriors.

What frightened all the slave warriors the most was that the Gulf Territory's solid defense line, which had been bearing the impact, never showed any signs of loosening.

Even the death or injury of soldiers rarely happened!

Facing a formidable enemy who cannot lose, how many of the warriors who have become hard-working men can continue to fight?

They are legitimately afraid and fearful, and then they start to retreat and escape.

What further fueled their arrogance was that the drow warriors, who were afraid of death, did not come to the front of the battlefield to supervise the battle.

There is no threat of death here, and the other side is extremely scary. How to make a choice is not too simple.

Soon, there were more and more corpses on the ground, and more and more slave warriors escaped halfway.

The pressure on Gulf Territory soldiers dropped dramatically.

After realizing this situation, Angela relaxed and immediately ordered:

"Take nutritional supplements in groups!"

The Gulf Territory soldiers who had completed their physical replenishment were back to their strongest state.

Facing the slave warriors whose threat level was greatly reduced, they waited for work and could always easily deal with them.

At this time, one fireball after another began to traverse the entire passage, blasting towards the slave warriors who continued to enter the passage.

The dazzling and scorching fire caught many monsters who were accustomed to the cold environment of the underground world quite unprepared.

Counting the number of fireballs in detail, Commander Liya's initial relaxation and joy soon turned into indifference and horror.

She carefully felt the power of the fireball technique and confirmed that it was all released by the same judge.

But it was precisely because of this that she felt even more worried.

The opponent has already released dozens of powerful fireballs in one breath!

Even if the opponent is a rare arcanist in the Netheril Empire, it is impossible for him to possess such terrifying long-lasting combat capabilities!

However, this is the fact!

The constantly flashing fireball technique continued to cause damage to the slave warriors who rushed into the passage.

Normal combat methods seem to be unable to break through the defense lines of human warriors!

"Obviously their numbers are smaller, but they are only 1/10 of what I released. Why are they so powerful in combat?"

"If we can change to a wider terrain and adopt a double-teaming tactic, we might be able to defeat the opponent..."

etc!

Commander Liya, who suddenly thought of something, stared at the small number of Gulf Territory soldiers with burning eyes, already having a calculation in her heart.

"Since you have a small number, let's see how long you can hold on!"

"If you don't get out of the way, you will die from exhaustion..."

"If you get out of the way, the huge slave army will directly surround the newly established camp..."

Although Commander Liya wanted to give her tactic a different name.

But after thinking about it, she realized that this was still the initial fighting method.

This made her feel helpless and angry!

"A stupid human actually took the initiative. That guy Sera deserves to die!"

After habitually shirking responsibility, Commander Liya's eyes fell on the side of the two passages.

Why not open another one!

The battle ahead was in a stalemate.

Matthew, who kept casting spells, suddenly received a communication.

"A large number of gnolls are coming!"

Obviously, the Jackal, as the original owner of this territory, was not willing to miss this opportunity to show his face, so he chose to appear.

Matthew was well prepared, and Yaya on the side raised his eyebrows. The latter cheered and shouted softly:

"Ah, I haven't gone to find them yet, but they took the initiative to deliver them to my door!"