My summons are weird

The sound of horseshoes plowed over the rugged mountain, leaving a series of hoofprints on the wet land after the rain.

The bloody smell was not diluted by the sudden rain. The muddy yellow soil on the hill was dyed blood red by the soldiers with their sharp knives. The rain washed away the blood in the pits and let them continue down the slope, splashing them along the way. on the road.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up on the plain, and the crackling raindrops slammed on Orkus's face, causing pain.

Seeing Orkus coming on a flying horse, the Soler soldiers who cleaned the battlefield along the way knelt down on one knee.

Orkus nodded slightly at them, then moved on.

Seeing a soldier taking off his armor and sweeping the battlefield like a mountain of corpses without any protection, Orcus called to stop him.

"What about your protection?"

The soldier who was named saluted first, and then replied respectfully: "My lord, I was destroyed by goblin's magic, and I survived by luck."

Orkus saw the purple scars on the soldier's chest and abdomen, nodded to him, and praised him: "You are brave and loyal, but I order you to retreat to the rear now, and let others take over the cleaning work."

"this…"

Orkus didn't expect that the soldiers didn't respond immediately, but hesitated.

"Why, the order of the seven sticks can't command you?"

"That's not the case!" The soldier quickly knelt down, "It's just that I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. The goblin insulted Celer twice and three times, and this time he can personally kill him..."

"obey orders."

Orcus interrupted the soldier's statement: "There will be many battles in the future, don't rush now, you are the hope of the empire to dominate Mostana in the future, and you should not be exchanged for one by the dying enemy way to kill."

After sending this regretful soldier off the front line, Orcus' expression became gloomy again, no longer the kindness he had just persuaded.

On the hill, Orcus found Gilbertos resting on a fallen tree.

Gilbertos, who had a close relationship with many nobles in Serer, and had outstanding strength, acted as the protector of the light cavalry in this surprise attack on Goblins.

The advantage of undeclared war is that when Celer's light cavalry appeared on the horizon, the goblin army assembled nearby didn't even have time to react, and they were rushed to the point where they could no longer organize effective resistance. .

The ice attribute shield magic and ice attribute interference magic attached to the knight by Gilbertos can provide defense and slow down the attack speed of surrounding enemies at the same time.

According to the magician watching the battle in the distance, "a cloud of cold mist crashed into the wheat field."

The goblins, the wheat waiting to be harvested, were first stabbed into candied gourds by the spears rushing forward, and then were thrown away by these powerful spears, smashing the other goblins into a daze.

The second wave of cavalrymen held long knives in their hands, and their equestrian skills were amazing. They were firmly fixed on the horse's back in various amazing postures so as not to fall during the chaos. forests.

The goblins wanted to disembowel the horses of the cavalry, but the chain armor wrapped in the belly of the horses was amazingly defensive. The iron tools they made could only leave white marks on them, and they were galloped before they could make any other moves. The horse's hooves stomped on the ground and could no longer be separated from the ground.

Later, the cavalry no longer slashed and slashed in actual combat, but continued to sprint on their horses, relying on their pure height and speed advantages to ruthlessly hunt down Goblins.

The goblin also thought of using various mechanisms to resist horses and caltrops to deal with cavalry charges, but with Gilbertos, a sixth-level magician, in charge, these props basically became decorations.

"Olkus? You shouldn't be heading to the Chongrong site, why did you come here?"

Gilbertos was shaken awake by his subordinates, saw Orcus wandering around the pile of burning corpses, and said in surprise.

"Your Majesty gave me a new mission, and the departure time has changed, so I'll take a look."

The light cavalry who swept the battlefield were no longer the light cavalry who had won the first battle. As the strongest marching force in the Celer Empire, they rushed to the next location non-stop after receiving a new task, as if they didn't feel tired.

The corpses of goblins were thrown by the soldiers into the cremation pits that had already been dug. Magicians who were proficient in fire magic sat in command and burned these corpses that were likely to cause plague into ashes.

From time to time, they could see some goblins pretending to be dead screaming and jumping up in the raging fire, rushing towards the sea of ​​fire in fear, but only sharp spears greeted them.

Playing dead is the most stupid choice. The Celerians seldom keep prisoners. The slaves are all found from ordinary people in the occupied areas. Those who are resistant are generally killed on the spot.

Let alone goblins.

Goblins and Celer had a long history of confrontation. When Fossberen was destroyed, they were the first to jump out and blame Celer.

In the following hundreds of years, the friction between Goblin and Celer continued to escalate.

The race that the entire Mostana disdains actually stepped on the empire's head and humiliated them continuously. Therefore, before the surprise attack on the goblins, many people shouted the slogan of "time for shame".

Orkus watched all this with cold eyes, feeling nothing in his heart.

He has no hatred for goblins, and he has another set of understandings about the grievances between goblins and Celer.

Orcus didn't quite understand why the empire had always been very resistant to talking about the history of its own annexation of Forsberen.

A wandering group swallows the original group, replaces it, and rises to become the hegemon of the entire continent. Isn't this a very good propaganda text?

However, the fact is that the empire, from top to bottom, is extremely sensitive to Fossberen, for fear that someone will touch it too much.

Goblins can choose to ignore the accusations and abuse of the Celer Empire. After all, the winner ultimately determines the direction of history, and the loser only deserves to live in a text that can be embellished by others.

However, this surprise attack on the Goblin coalition forces, from top to bottom, shouted "revenge" and "reckoning", which made Orkus, who was with books all day long, a little confused.

Goblin can be a brave enemy, but it should not be an object worthy of being destroyed by countless people in the empire as a "shame" and revenge by all means.

And the reason is still related to Forsberen.

Orkus rubbed the corners of his eyes, which relieved his tired eyes staring at the fire a lot.

He picked up a rough iron sword on the ground, and looked at the enchanting pattern on it with interest.

"Wind attribute enchantment..."

As he said that, he input the magic power and swung it twice. Suddenly, two wind blades blew out from the iron sword and rushed straight ahead, but the strength was soft.

The Goblin Alliance Army has also upgraded their weapons. This level of enchanted weapons should be used by some good Goblin Vanguards.

A giant battle-axe was found that confirmed Orcus' idea.

This size can only be the weapon of a berserker. The enchanted magic on it can strengthen the overall strength of the user. It should be suitable for the level of Mithril.

This is the power of a surprise attack. The goblins were not unprepared. Their weapon enchantment was quite good, corresponding to each level. However, they were defeated by a light cavalry that suddenly broke out, throwing away their helmets and armor.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Orkus, who was thinking sullenly, suddenly turned his head.

"I want to experiment with summoning a summoner here."

"As long as you can control it, please."

Gilbertos was disturbed by Orcus, and he lost sleepiness. He patted his mud-stained trouser legs, stood up and walked to Orcus, intending to see what he planned to experiment.

Impressed by the mountains of corpses and seas of blood around him, Orkus decided to summon the flesh and blood chariot again.

Gilbatos knew nothing about summoning, but as an outstanding magician, he could feel the continuous flow of magic power from Orcus, converging into the void.

"Swoosh."

It was that sound that made Orcus feel extremely helpless.

No summons came, and the magic power was lost again.

Gilbertos frowned: "Where's the summoned creature?"

Orcus said perfunctorily: "My summoning description was wrong, so I interrupted myself."

Gilbertos glanced at Orcus suspiciously, finally sighed, reached out and patted Orcus on the shoulder.

"Let's do less dangerous experiments...Kalani just got married, and she applied to go to the Chongrong battlefield with her husband. You should go and see."

The name Calani caused a crack to appear on Orkus' gloomy face, and some inexplicable emotions flowed on that wrinkled face that was no longer young.

His lips parted slightly, and then they were tightly closed. After a while, Orcus tremblingly patted Gilbertos' hand on his shoulder.

"I know...I know...but the child has grown up and doesn't want to listen to me."

"She didn't even tell me about her marriage in advance. I wanted to go, but her family blocked me."

"You don't even give face to those with seven sticks, you should teach them a lesson." Gilbertos waved his hand, signaling the surrounding soldiers to stay away.

"Then she will only hate me even more."

After a long silence, Gilbertos took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Orcus.

Orcus knew that Gilbertos was a good drinker, and he always kept a few cans of "thirst quenching" hidden in his body.

It stands to reason that you cannot drink alcohol when you enter the marching state, and magicians are no exception.

But His Majesty the Emperor chose to turn a blind eye to Gilbertos's little hobby, and the only requirement was not to let the people below see it.

Orkus didn't refuse, he took a big gulp for himself, the hot wine stimulated his mouth, and when he swallowed, it seemed like a flame was burning in his throat.

The feeling of being too irritating made Orkus cough violently.

He's not a drinker, but sometimes you do need these liquids to numb your head and get away from things.