I Made Scientific Magic

"Master Jiade, does the second prince just let us follow? Grand Duke Rickman has already led people to attack the group of miners, and it is estimated that he will return triumphantly soon."

In a wilderness about a few kilometers away from the battlefield, a knight couldn't help asking when he saw his Lord Earl walking so slowly.

Conquering those rioting miners was a great achievement for nothing. Could it be that they just gave it up?

"Then what can we do, we only have this few people under our command, can we still beat them?" Earl Gad sighed helplessly.

His Royal Highness the second prince only gave him 1,500 people, and he couldn't do anything with this manpower. He didn't even dare to get too close to the battlefield, for fear that the grand duke would suddenly turn his gun and directly kill them all. Thousands of people were wiped out, and then evaded to those miners.

Don't think this is impossible, it involves a battle for the throne, if there is a chance to eliminate dissidents, the other party will never let it go!

Gad sighed for a while, and really couldn't figure out what the prince was up to. Even before leaving the capital, Hatar even gave him a very absurd task...

Suddenly, everyone present felt the ground shake violently, and then the sound of violent artillery fire came from a distance, which could be heard even several kilometers away.

"The battle is so fierce?" Gad was also a little surprised, and then thought that those bishops might be using some powerful magic. It seems that the winner will be decided soon.

Just as Gard thought, a dense and dark crowd appeared on the horizon of the distant wilderness.

This should be those defeated miners, right?

Thinking this way, Gard drew out the long sword at his waist, and the knights and guards beside him also clenched their weapons tightly, showing excitement on their faces.

Unexpectedly, Grand Duke Rickman brought so many elites and failed to wipe out all the miners.

But this is a good thing for them. Cut off the heads of a few miners and take them back.

"Wait, that seems to be the Duke's army..." A sharp-eyed soldier suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Gad paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that some of the fleeing people were still wearing armor with the kingdom's logo printed on them... This could never be a miner!

And the one who rushed to the front was very familiar to him, it was Salem, the Marquis of the Kingdom!

More than ten days ago, the other party led his own soldiers to follow Duke Rickman to send troops to conquer. He still remembered the high-spirited appearance. However, at this moment, the Marquis of the kingdom completely lacked the aristocratic demeanor of the past. His whole face was full of Blood stained, torn clothes, messed up.

The soldiers following behind looked even more tragic. Almost everyone had their hair disheveled, their armor was damaged, and they kept shouting. "Hell... Hell has come!" "The great Lord has abandoned us, God's punishment... this is God's punishment!"

"Lord Salem, what happened?" The horrified Gard hurried forward to stop the other party, and asked.

"Fire rain...fire rain everywhere...the army is defeated...Earl Johnson is dead, and Grand Duke Rickman is also finished...it is the great wizard, and the riot of these miners is related to the great wizard..." Salem saw Garcia De, as if seeing a savior, said with a pale face.

He saw Grand Duke Rickman fall off the horse with his own eyes, and this meeting may have been fatal.

Under Seren's constant narration, Gad finally figured out what happened. It was a terrifying great wizard who appeared on the battlefield and released an extremely powerful magic, which caused the legion's defeat.

Defeating a legion with his own strength, Gard couldn't help but gasped, what a terrifying power this must be.

"Hurry up, those demons may catch up at any time, escort me back to the capital, the matter here must be reported to His Majesty and the church immediately!" Salem said eagerly, holding Gard's arm tightly.

"Don't be so anxious, Lord Salem, where is Bishop Nord, are they behind?" Gard pulled Salem's hand from holding his arm, and asked again.

Salem shook his head in horror. They seemed to have been targeted by the great wizard. The fire and rain had been chasing them just now.

An archbishop was even hit in the head by a huge shell that flew from nowhere, blood splashed, and he died on the spot, so they had to scatter in all directions to have a chance of life!

"Since this is the case, it will be easy to handle!" Gad's eyes flickered, and he said regretfully. "I'm sorry Lord Salem, I'm afraid I can't send you to the capital, but..."

"I can take you to see the Duke!"

Hearing this, Salem's face changed suddenly, but Gad had already swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at his head, and a stream of blood sprayed out immediately.

Salem's body limply slid down and fell off the horse, with an expression of disbelief still remaining on his face.

"Do it, kill them!" Earl Gad held up his blood-stained sword, pointed at the soldiers with uneven armor behind Salem, and shouted loudly.

Those who can follow Gad to inquire about the situation are his and Prince Hatar's personal soldiers, and they will execute no matter how outrageous the order is.

After a short period of confusion, a massacre began!

The soldiers who fled along with Salem never imagined that just after escaping from the hellish battlefield on their front feet, they would be betrayed by their "own people" again on their back feet.

Moreover, in order to escape for their lives, they had already thrown away the heavy weapons in their hands, and they had no ability to resist at all. It was futile to escape, no matter how fast they ran, they were not as fast as arrows and crossbows...

Gad brandished the long sword in his hand, harvesting one soldier after another. This is the secret order given to him by the second prince Hattar, to keep these people here as much as possible, and weaken the power of the church and the great prince Harold. .

In his opinion before, this was completely a fantasy. How could those miners, He De, be able to compete with the regular army of the kingdom, and what waves could be caused.

Now the facts tell him that this is not just waves, it is simply a landslide and tsunami!

...

After the four massacres of artillery, muskets, fire rain, and Gard, in the end Rickman brought 15,000 elites to fight against the miners, leaving only a few dozen cavalry to escort Archbishop Nord, and fled back in a hurry. the king's capital...

At the same time, the news of the great defeat quickly spread throughout the entire capital!