Ride and Cut

The smoke is initially roughly in the middle of the two sides, and will slowly move towards the weaker side of the attack over time.

The Pompeii Mage Corps obviously has a larger number of people, higher professional titles, and a more formal organization. In theory, it is undoubtedly a spellcasting force far more powerful than its opponents.

Bate - many times theories are just theories. As long as anyone has eyes, it is not difficult to see that the elemental smoke not only did not hit the Stuart's face all the way as expected, but began to move towards the Pompeii mage in mid-air, slowly but unstoppably!

In other words, the Pompeii Mage Group, which has better book strength, is at a disadvantage in the confrontation!

Anyone who is a little knowledgeable knows that this cannot be blamed on the mages for not working hard.

There are too many off-site factors - Winter City, as one of the largest cities in Stuart, is equipped with a magic power extraction device. Using the magic circle to extract the original magic power contained in the magic crystal, after a series of purification and transformation, it can be directly used by the mage, which can save its own magic power and shorten the casting time.

The role of this super-large alchemy equipment in the mage's confrontation is self-evident, but because the structure is too complicated, there is basically no portability at all, and the Pompeii army from afar has never equipped it.

It's like two children fighting with mud, one is thirsty to drink milk and hungry to eat meat, but the other can only hold back tears with an empty stomach, full of grievances and resistance. This kind of unfair confrontation from the beginning cannot reflect the true level of the two sides at all.

In addition, there is a more important reason that one of the fire mages who blessed the catapult just now did not participate in the battle!

They didn't intend to slow down their work, but they were hiding in the carriage and concentrating on meditation.

In order to create an environment as quiet as possible for them, the mage servants wearing white gloves and tuxedos had to pull up the inner three layers and the outer three layers of velvet curtains on the battlefield, and ignited the fragrance of pure heart spices.

Since there is no free lunch in the world, naturally there will be no free spells. Earth-shattering power has always been at the cost of earth-shattering consumption.

The trebuchet is easy to reset, but the mana consumed is not replenished so quickly. Even if the supply of magic crystals is opened, these fire mages will have to rest for at least a quarter of an hour, and don't expect to be effective in a short time.

A series of factors have worked together to create the current embarrassing situation.

The hands of the Pompeii mages did not stop for a moment, and the spells left gorgeous tracks in midair, like meteors rubbing in the atmosphere.

With these powerful and dense spells, destroying the charge of an elite cavalry brigade head-on is as easy as bending down to pick up a straw.

But this can't change the fact that they are suppressed at all, because the opponent's spells are faster, more, and stronger! If it is said that there must be an injury in the struggle between the two powers, then it seems that the Pompeii people can only swallow the bitter fruit of failure at this moment!

"Damn, where's the Dragon Knight!" Even though Gao Shanbao was in the position of watching a play, Li Cha couldn't help feeling furious.

To achieve this virtue with an absolute advantage in strength is not enough to describe it as embarrassing!

Before the war, the legion branch had him, and it was the famous Stuart general Seedorf who was in charge of Winter City. At that time, he still thought it was funny, so what kind of a famous general can only defend the city? Returning to the "rock", even an "anvil" is not good in the face of absolute strength.

And now the lord is completely convinced - not to Seedorf, but to the pig heads of the high-level Pompeii Expeditionary Army!

Starting from the full firepower blasting the city wall, every step was firmly grasped by Seedorf, and the interlocking was astonishingly accurate. It's almost like the two sides are cooperating in acting. If there is a slight mistake in the process, it will definitely not be uncomfortable to the current situation!

The dragon knight assault will undoubtedly solve the current predicament, but with the strong strength of the Pompeii expeditionary force, it is undoubtedly a dark history for all officers to rely on the dragon knight to fight the fire.

The lord has not had time to do anything, and he has to memorize a black history first, which makes him not annoyed.

"Boss, look over there!" Gunther threw away the melon seeds, patted his lord's arm and pointed into the distance.

"Ang!" Before Li Cha had time to react, the dragon chant suddenly sounded. It was so long and loud that it seemed that thousands of yards of copper pipes were resonating, and it hurt people's ears.

When he turned his head, he saw two huge dragons with a length of more than ten blades flapping their wings soaring into the air, and the two figures on their backs seemed extremely small in comparison. It was Higuain and another dragon knight, Earl Zed. His mount was a mature Frost Dragon, which seemed to be a whole circle bigger than Higuain's Osiris.

"Hey." Even though Li Cha has always been displeased with Higuain, he has to admit that Dragon Knight does have the ability to break the deadlock.

The wide dragon wings flattened in mid-air, and the air current pushed the dragon to fly towards Winter City at an astonishing speed.

Watching the dragon gradually go away, the lord could not help but be obsessed with the scene in front of him-roaring, chanting, wailing; the bloody battle on the wall, the rain of arrows like locusts, and the bright smoke; the arrows in the tall columbine caught fire, the spells pierced the sky like meteors, and the mage's robes were hunting and flying under the agitation of the airflow.

There is also the huge dragon beast soaring into the sky, which is challenging the even bigger city in the distance.

All of this gathered together is a hundred times more shocking than any image Richard has ever seen. He took a deep breath of the cold air, and felt the most extreme visual impact rushing towards his face, and the hairs all over his body couldn't help standing up one by one.

Li Cha couldn't help but miss that precious camera that used to be. With a single press of a button, it can become eternity in an instant.

"It would be great if this could be recorded." So the lord murmured subconsciously. Sometimes even though he knew he couldn't go back, he still couldn't help but miss that convenience.

"I! I'm a painter!" Monet grabbed his brush and threw himself at the drawing board, rambling, trembling all over his body.

Li Cha turned his head and looked at the supposedly famous painter, who was starting to create like a crazy weirdo.

No matter whether it is the attacking side or the defending side, no one will stand still and act as a model. A warrior who is still in the limelight at this moment may have his head chopped off by the bed crossbow the next moment.

At the beginning, Monet was planning to describe it carefully, but the situation on the battlefield could not be described as fast-changing. How could he have so much time and brushstrokes.

So he quickly discarded this meaningless insistence as a shoestring. Instead focus on depicting that "feel" with a more deliberate brushstroke.

His eyes became brighter, and the expression of a layman became more and more puzzled.

Li Cha has seen the sketches he sketched for himself, and some previous paintings, all of which are very delicate and exquisite. As for this one, well, a very, very "impression" - in the eyes of some uninitiated, as long as it doesn't look like a painting, it must be of little value.

Unfortunately, the lord happens to be such a layman.