Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

If he hadn't begged the Lord by pulling his sleeve, Durt would not have been allowed to come to the battlefield of Jackdaw Town.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel lucky that his shameless actions allowed him to see a battle scene he had never experienced in his life.

The charging battle formation composed of hundreds of noble knights did not even touch the sandbag bunkers piled up on the defense line of the pioneer army, and they were defeated and fled like a group of headless flies.

Until the end, this group of elite knights could not enter the defense line of their own soldiers. There was no bloody and cruel close combat, nor was there a one-sided massacre of cavalry against infantry. There was only a piece of trampled mud in front of him, and countless corpses lying on the ground, some human and some horse, most of which were incomplete and bloody, which made the young spellcaster who rarely experienced cruel battles feel a chill.

Six terrifying magic-powered cannons blew up the enemy at a distance of seven or eight hundred meters. Within the three hundred-meter charge distance, these noble knights who had undergone professional training since childhood and had superb skills were pierced and shattered by magic guns like thin paper, without any resistance.

Durt couldn't help but think of the teachings of his mentor in the academy - low-level spellcasters without the ability to fly should try not to let themselves fall into the battle siege of mortal knights, because as long as the long-range magic attack is ineffective, once they are allowed to charge close to the enemy, and the spellcasters have exhausted their magic power, it is almost a desperate situation with no chance of survival.

And these ordinary civilian soldiers under the command of the lord, with only the magic guns in their hands, so easily killed these elite knights under their horses, just like treating some chickens and pottery dogs.

The knights carefully trained by secular nobles are just like this...

The battle between the blood warriors and the church's trial army was still going on in the mountains and forests behind them. Durt was no longer worried about the outcome of the battle - he knew very well that almost all of the extraordinary warriors who usually followed the lord were equipped with the same magical weapons as these soldiers.

Moreover, there were two high-level spellcasters who served the lord participating in the battle. They were real high-level combat mages.

The sunset gradually disappeared into the towering Jackdaw Ridge. In the front battlefield, except for the part of the Northern Army responsible for chasing the deserters, the remaining soldiers were arranged to clean up the battlefield. They seemed to be used to seeing broken limbs and corpses, and walked through the battlefield without any fear, chatting while picking up the knights' armor and exquisite weapons scattered on the ground, and collecting the bodies of these poor bugs.

Durt saw with his own eyes that when a soldier was stripping the armor off the corpse, he found that the knight had not died immediately, so he used the bayonet equipped on the magic gun without hesitation and pierced the opponent's neck with one knife.

...

Earl Feigen has not yet come to his senses and figured out how he was defeated.

Obviously, the knights' charging phalanx had already braved the bombardment of those magic catapults and finally approached the enemy's weak defense line, but they suddenly fell down in groups, and then the remaining people fled in panic as if they saw the devil and the god of death. No matter how he shouted and scolded from behind, there was no way to save these brave knights who had sworn allegiance to him in the past.

The mercenaries and militiamen who were temporarily recruited were even more vulnerable. They fell into chaos without even figuring out the situation. The long swords in the hands of the dozen guards who were accompanying the earl were all broken, and they barely protected Earl Feigen from the chaotic battlefield and prevented the earl from being accidentally injured in the chaos.

In the chaos, the guards holding the flags even lost the flags representing the lord's identity and family honor. Earl Feigen was too lazy to blame his subordinates, and could only be forced by the guards to retreat quickly to the defense line of Grizzly Castle.

It was not until nightfall that Earl Feigen's team found a flat area by the lake to set up camp. Many family knights who were separated in the chaos on the battlefield also followed the horseshoe marks of the large group of people and horses to find them and reunited with their lord.

The whereabouts of the recruited mercenaries and forced laborers were naturally unknown. When they were defeated, they abandoned the donkey carts carrying supplies and food without hesitation, causing the Earl's men to be forced to slaughter horses to eat tonight.

Baron Ross, the representative of the vassal nobles, had been hanging at the end of the charging knights' phalanx from the beginning, and was lucky to have his life back from the battlefield. Earl Feigen was naturally aware of his cowardly behavior, but he had no intention of pursuing the other party's responsibility at the moment.

There was only one simple tent left in the camp, which naturally belonged to the Earl.

In the tent, the few remaining small nobles who fought with the army gathered around Earl Feigen, looking at their lord palely and silently, and everyone looked miserable with lingering fear.

Count Feigen drew out his long sword and stuck it into the ground, asking in a deep voice, "Who knows what kind of magic and weapons they used to be able to shoot farther than a bow and crossbow, but their attack method is completely unclear, and they caused our elite knights to be defeated inexplicably!"

Baron Ross sat cross-legged on the ground with awkward posture, enduring the wet and cold feeling in his crotch under the armor, and replied tremblingly: "Old Earl, I... I didn't see clearly at all. When the knights gathered, I Only heard the priests of the church judges shouting loudly that it was the caster who was attacking... Then, not far away in front of me, a knight seemed to be struck by thunder, and his body and limbs suddenly split into pieces, and The horses under their crotch turned into a pile of minced meat together... It was simply... a scene like hell."

The leader of the personal guard muttered in a low voice: "That's the spell caster! Only those evil wizards have such terrifying means. Their weird magic is simply impossible for ordinary people to resist."

"Impossible!" Earl Feigen frowned, "I have seen them cast spells many times in the past. They require long-term spells and time intervals, and they will not harm us at all at such a long distance. The magic attack is no more than two or three hundred meters long…”

Speaking of this, Earl Feigen suddenly recalled when he was on the battlefield. He vaguely saw dozens of balls of blazing white lights lit up behind the enemy's defense line. He slapped his thigh and stood up and realized: "I remembered it! Their positions Those trench-like things in the rear, and the strange long sticks holding no gun tips in the hands of soldiers... that is their secret weapon!"

Baron Ross said carefully: "Even if we figure out what the weapon the other party is using... we have all been defeated, what should we do next?"

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The Count glared at him with some shame and annoyed, and defended with a tough look, "We have not completely failed yet! It's just a defeat in a battle, look at your cowardly appearance! As long as I return to Grizzly Castle, I can go back Recruiting an army, this time I will never underestimate the enemy so much. His Majesty the Grand Duke has officially declared war on the Federation of Spellcasters. We just need to wait for His Majesty to send more reinforcements who are good at dealing with Spellcasters. There will always be a comeback. Opportunity.”

He paced back and forth in the tent, and said viciously to himself: "That guy's wasteland territory is entirely dependent on the chamber of commerce in the southern border to provide food and daily necessities. I just need to stick to Grizzly Castle and send people to cut off all the leads to Jackdaw Town. The trade channel, without the supplement of food and food, will definitely not last long..."

But before the count's words finished, a violent noise suddenly sounded outside the camp. When he rushed out of the tent with his personal guards, he found that everyone in the camp was thrown away his armor and ran away with his head. The bonfire not far away was splashed. The soil suddenly faded, and he heard the knight's armor being penetrated by magic weapons and making a harsh sound...

Before the count could react, the personal guard snatched a war horse and pushed him onto the horse, "Earl, go quickly! They are here!"

Earl Fagen, who was lying on the horse's back, looked around and found that in the deep woods outside the camp by the lake, countless bright torches had lit up at some point, and there were also many illuminated magic stones. White light.

How did they catch up with themselves so quickly?