My wizarding career begins on Earth

Early morning in Northland.

Various energy particles are full of activity, and the grass and trees covered with ice and snow wake up in the sun, exuding a fresh smell.

A new day has just begun, but it seems like a long time has passed.

Lu He stood alone on the top of the mountain overlooking the battlefield.

He was silent, and the morning sun shone on his body, giving his tall and slender body a layer of pale golden brilliance.

Phil lost.

After losing the patience competition with him, he was worried that the legendary witch Sylvia would suddenly attack and kill the Heavenly Knights with the Sword of War, so he chose to go forward to supervise the battle.

Frye's breakthrough was unexpected and did not surprise him. After all, he spent a lot of resources on Frye and his promotion was just a matter of course.

Lu He suddenly smiled and looked to the northwest.

There is a snow-capped peak that looks like the edge of a sword, showing an icy charm that imprints itself on people's hearts.

Above the snowy peak.

A man was holding a large brown bow and wearing dark cyan armor. Even his face was partially covered by a lapis lazuli shield, only two muscled arms were exposed, with a cold look on his lips.

There were four people standing behind the man, all wearing similar metal armor, and the auras emanating from their bodies were all of knight level.

"Sir, are we still going to take action..." One of the four women couldn't help but ask.

The man holding the bow hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

The witch's defeat is certain. Even if they come to help, it will be meaningless. Instead, they will die in vain.

It should be said that I had known the result would be like this for a long time, but I just came here to see if there was any chance.

"Look for an opportunity to rescue Granny Rosa."

The man holding the bow looked at the great witch Rosa, who was being suppressed by an old knight, with a worried expression.

He was raised by the great witch Rosa, but because he did not have the qualifications to be a witch, he was gifted with archery.

Therefore, he was sent to Tianze Grassland since he was a child, where he became a disciple of a master of archery and achieved the rank of Heavenly Knight.

After hearing the news that the War Sword and the Soros family had joined forces to invade the witches, they rushed over quickly.

The battlefield where Granny Rosa was located was relatively remote. He thought he could successfully save her, but he didn't expect that someone would break through to the Sky Knight on the battlefield and attract a lot of attention on the battlefield.

"There's something wrong with that Heavenly Knight who broke through on the battlefield!"

The man holding the bow originally wanted to quietly shoot an arrow to rescue Granny Rosa, but his expression suddenly became serious.

At such a distance, he was confident of shooting the newly promoted Heavenly Knight, which was why he did not take action immediately.

It was an inexplicable feeling that the Heavenly Knight actually made him a little uneasy, and his heart was faintly throbbing.

The other four people were startled. They knew very well the strength of the adult, especially his strong mental power and the keenest perception.

But they immediately noticed it, their faces instantly became extremely ugly, and chills ran down their spines.

A strong sense of uneasiness came over me.

It was as if he was being stared at by some powerful beast. He looked around, but he couldn't see where the uneasiness came from.

A few people turned around and left without saying a word.

They are all experienced and elite prairie hunters with keen senses, which can make them feel this way.

In this case, it can only be...

Lu He withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the battlefield.

War is undoubtedly ugly.

There is never absolute justice, let alone absolute evil, there are only interests.

On the boundless mountains, the burning flames became more and more fierce. The buildings outside the Witch's Castle were occupied by knights one after another. No one could resist this heroic and magnificent force.

The shouts of killing shook heaven and earth inside and outside the city walls.

From time to time, you can see knights leaning on the rubble and falling in the collapsed and dilapidated alleyways.

Or kneeling on one knee, inserting the knight's sword on the ground to support his body, but did not stand up again.

Although there were no fatal injuries, there was no life breath left in their bodies. After all their energy and vitality had been consumed, by the end of the battle, they had no strength at all.

The toxic particles that were constantly inhaled during the battle could no longer be suppressed. At first, it was just a dry throat, but gradually evolved into the body's flesh and blood, and the energy was eroding, showing decay and exhaustion.

This is the power of witches' spells.

They can invisibly take away a large number of lives without having to confront them head-on.

Frye made no move.

He could sense that there was an unfamiliar but powerful presence on the battlefield next to him that was locked firmly on him, so he did not rush into the high-end battle between the two old guys.

Instead, he chose to wreak havoc on the backhand arranged by the witch and create a better environment for other attacking knights.

If they can continue at this pace, it will not be very far for their legion to break through the hinterland of the castle.

The truth is exactly what Fry thought.

And looking at the overall situation, the situation on the entire battlefield is gradually developing in a direction that is favorable to them. The living space of witches is becoming increasingly narrower due to the impact of the knights...

Steaming blood snaked on the ground, slowly approaching the slaves standing in front of the witch.

Even though they have been transformed by witches, they still wear equipment blessed by witches.

But waste is still waste after all and is vulnerable.

The two official witches secretly looked at each other and chose to use the light body technique to evacuate.

Ruthlessly abandoning the seven or eight witch apprentices and dozens of slave warriors who stood in front of them.

"Werner, Schuler, follow me!"

Amidst the loud shouts, the three knights who had just finished a battle decisively pursued the direction in which the two witches were evacuating.

The barbarians armed with war spears have cold hands and feet, and they have always boasted their outstanding close combat abilities.

However, when a group of knights attacked fiercely from the front, they truly realized their vulnerability.

At the moment of the fight, the war spear was almost shaken off by the sheer force, and he looked at the ferocious faces.

They want to avoid it.

But they found that there was no room to move, and several spears and swords stabbed at them from different angles, easily penetrating their bodies.

It is even easier to deal with witches who are good at long-range assistance and attack. As long as the spell shield covering them is broken, a simple blow can make the blood splatter on the tender body.

As more and more knight legions poured in.

This battle, in which attack and defense were completely unbalanced, soon came to an end and the witch was defeated.

I noticed the movement here.

The knights on the other two sides launched an even more fierce offensive, trying their best to contain the witches and prevent them from supporting them.

The old Duke swung the knight sword in his hand to the extreme.

Wisps of sword energy swirled around him crazily, eventually enveloping his entire body in a huge sword cocoon.

The old witch Rosa, standing above the gray mist, quickly sensed the dangerous aura in the air. She responded quickly and instantly deployed seven layers of invisible shields.

"Born in the darkness, wrapped in the original light, I am willing to hold a sharp sword and cut off this bondage!"

The calm and firm vows kept echoing in my heart.

Old Duke Gustavo opened his eyes suddenly, and the sword standing in front of him glowed with intense light.

The sword cocoon was torn open by the light, and the crisscrossing silver crosses were reflected in the air, leaving a deep ravine.

The strong sword intent enveloped the old witch.

Like sparks touching gasoline, translucent silver flames ignited all over her body.

This force does no harm to the body.

Instead, it directly affected her soul. Even though it was only for a short moment, it was absolutely heartbreaking.

She gritted her teeth and forcibly cast a spell to increase her flying speed and quickly retreated.

The old Duke did not pursue.

This killing move also put a huge load on himself, and his old arms and legs almost couldn't bear it.