Lord of the Oasis

"Back up? No, we don't need to back down."

Hank Scholar leaned on a cane, his wrinkled face was still calm.

He was expressionless.

Old age does not reflect age, but also has far more experience than ordinary people.

This is not the first time for him to have such a tragic battle. What's more, as a senior scholar in the Principality of Lions, Hank has mastered the extraordinary powers that need to be studied, such as spells, while studying the literature.

"Stone skin for body protection."

The cane lightly tapped on the ground, and in front of Hank Scholar, the brown light quickly spread over.

The Swadian infantrymen, who were still struggling to resist, were shrouded in this brown light, and the whole body seemed to be condensed with brown stones. Although it was a thin layer, they stood like stubborn stones.

Even if someone was hit by the gnoll's mace, and the stone layer on the surface shattered, they could bite their teeth hard, instead of vomiting blood and falling to the ground as before.

Apparently Hank Scholar, the spell cast took effect.

"This is…"

Kant's face was stunned.

Originally wanting to reach out, dragging Hank Scholar away from here was a meal.

"This is Earth-based 1st-level magic, body-protecting stone skin."

Hank Scholar smiled slightly, with a bit of self-satisfaction in his eyes: "I have trained this spell to an expert level, enough to resist 5 heavy blows from the gnoll, which is equivalent to everyone wearing fine scale armor."

"This is really...really good." Kant couldn't help swallowing.

The Swadian infantrymen in front were no longer retreating due to the fierce collision of the gnolls, and even stood firm, re-formed the defensive array, and continued to stab and slash with spears and scythes.

The infantrymen who stabilized the front and reorganized the pike phalanx had entered a short stalemate with the gnolls.

This is a war of attrition.

The mill of flesh and blood, the slaughterhouse of life.

The night sky seemed to be shrouded in the blood of the fighting.

As long as either side can't bear the tragic consumption, and fear arises in their hearts, this short-term stalemate will be broken, and the feared side will be slaughtered by the victor because of the flight.

Fighting on the battlefield is inherently cruel.

"I did not expect that…"

Kant shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Hank, you are still a mysterious mage."

Getting along with Hank Scholar in the academy, Kant's impression is that this is just a very high-level scholar, but in normal times, there is no expectation at all, he is actually a mage.

The Hank scholar chuckled and said, "Although I am a senior scholar of the college, I am also an honorary mage of the Mage Association."

"I don't understand, it's like two worlds to me."

Kant shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm surprised."

Although he knows the Mage Tower, he also knows the so-called Mage Association.

But in fact, this is only recorded in various documents.

The Mage Tower, which is really next to the Lion Castle, is a forbidden area for Kant. Even as the youngest son of the Duke, he is not qualified to enter it, and it is impossible to understand it in depth.

This is also the reason why he chose the academy instead.

"The Mage Association is very strict with the selection of Mage, this is no secret."

The Hank scholar heard the loss in Kant's words.

After pondering slightly, he still comforted: "Although mages have mastered extraordinary power, they can only possess it through years of research and experimentation, and it takes at least 30 years to become a strong person."

"30 years, that's a huge price."

Kant smiled bitterly. Although he coveted extraordinary power, the price was really not something he could afford.

Not to mention having a golden finger.

He is not necessarily inferior to those extraordinary powers.

Just like the banner of [Deterring the Enemy] still held in his hand,

As the battle stalemate, more and more gnolls were stabbed to death by scythes and spears, the red bottom became more vivid, and the golden lion became more majestic.

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

But on the battlefield, the faint sound of thunder was passing.

The gnoll chief, who was in the middle of the battle, commanding the clan to fight, was a little bit more shocked in his tyrannical eyes.

Not only it, but the gnolls in the back also raised their heads.

The sound of this thunder is getting louder and louder, but the stars in the sky are bright, and there is no dark cloud at all, which makes all the gnolls very puzzled.

"Ow—"

There were gnolls howling in terror, their original language.

And all the gnolls in the back began to riot, and even the gnolls who were still roaring in front, and the gnolls who were fighting towards the human troops with red eyes, all began to retreat, and the fierceness and cruelty in their eyes were fading.

The spreading awe and fear gradually appeared in the eyes of these gnolls.

They found the source of the sound.

50 heavy cavalry-like squire knights have already raised their spears, and they are overwhelming!

"It's the Hobson Knight."

Hank Scholar's old face was a little more relaxed at this time.

With a slight smile, he turned to look at Kant, raised his cane and said, "Since the plan is in progress, Baron Kant, I will release a second-level spell later, and you will be needed next."

"Of course." Kant nodded.

This was planned, but no Hank Scholar cast the spell.

But there is no doubt that it was the spells released by Hank Scholar that allowed these low-level troops of Kant to successfully resist their attacks when faced with the brutal, violent, and extremely large number of gnoll troops, thus making the battle situation better. a turnaround.

"Venom droplets."

The cane was raised forward, and Hank Scholar's eyes flickered slightly.

A mysterious connection was communicated, and a khaki light immediately condensed and turned into a green liquid. Following the thoughts of Hank Scholar, the Swadian infantrymen who were still struggling to resist in the street smashed heavily. Among the group of gnolls, scattered and splashed!

"Chichichichichi-"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooh-"

The green liquid was stained on the body of the gnoll, and a strong corrosiveness appeared in an instant.

The smoke rose, and the strong stench filled the air. This was the corrosive effect of the chemical reaction between the green liquid and the flesh and blood, causing those gnolls who were contaminated by the liquid to let out a shrill howl.

But the screaming didn't last long.

A few seconds later, the highly corrosive liquid penetrated the contaminated skin and fur, and even the entire blood vessels. Even the gnoll's vitality was tenacious, and he knelt on the ground coughing blood in pain, and his convulsions were completely dead.

Immediately, the werewolves within a dozen meters were emptied from the dense gnoll army.

"Baron Kant, don't hesitate."

The Hank scholar reached out and patted Kant's back, and said solemnly: "This is a good opportunity, don't waste it."

"Okay." Kant came back to his senses instantly.

With the [Power of Deterrence] held high in his hand, he pulled out the short sword at his waist and shouted loudly in front of him: "The warriors of Swadia, move forward and kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

The few remaining Swadian recruits roared.

The peasants who suffered heavy casualties also responded, holding up their scythes high and marching frantically.

A burst of courage burst in their hearts.

Even on the roof, the militiamen who had already held fighting hoes and fan-shaped shields and were fighting with the gnolls shouted angrily, and a strong hatred erupted due to the death of their companions.

The troops with less than 100 people seemed to have completely forgotten about death.

Just in Kant's order, he roared and held his weapon forward, and even abruptly beat those gnolls who rushed into the street, and even defeated these primitive races with fear, which produced a rout!

[Might of the Enemy] The special effects are activated at the same time:

Special effect ③The enemy army will be more likely to collapse due to cowardice.

Special Effects ④ Enemies killed on the battlefield will additionally boost their morale.

When morale goes up.

When the situation is at an advantage.

Even a coward can become a screaming butcher!

Even ordinary farmers have become Swadian warriors who dare to fight forward!

"Long live Swadia!"

"Long live Lord Kant!"

The eight remaining Swadian recruits hold hatchets.

The 19 remaining militiamen wielded fighting hoes.

There are also the remaining 53 farmers, who are also chopping with long-handled scythes.

They seemed to be crazy, they rushed forward viciously, and straightly killed all the gnolls at the street entrance. Even if they lost themselves, they had to kill all these gnolls out of their villages.

"Ow--"

The gnoll chief clad in chainmail was howling angrily.

However, it was originally extremely authoritative, but now it is unable to restrain the panic that has been shaken and even spread to the entire army, and the troops begin to flee.

Most notably, the part of the front line that was in contact with the human forces, those who had been killed began to retreat.

And the sides.

Hundreds of gnolls widened their eyes in horror, staring a hundred meters ahead in panic, a group of heavy cavalry from Wu Yaya was charging, and the target was them.

In the dark night, the rising sand and dust seemed to cover the sky.

The hooves pounded the ground heavily, and the strong vibrations and thunderous sounds made these gnolls almost untenable.

Ten years ago, the fear of the human heavy cavalry came to them.

A massive collapse began.