Ride and Cut

Higuain's own strength is obviously not as weak as it looks. The dragon's spine has at least three blades away from the ground, and the height of two floors. When he jumped off, his footsteps were light and steady, like a dead leaf slowly falling.

Li Cha couldn't even do this himself, and it would be no problem for him to jump from the height of Ten Blades, but there must be a big pit on the ground.

"I want you to regret your arrogance for the rest of your life!" Higuayi, who is tall with five blades, drew out his small saber, which is a little more delicate than a porcelain doll, and it seems ridiculous to say harsh words. But what is not ridiculous is that a stream of crimson grudge burst out from the blade, condensed and restrained.

This level of vindictiveness is at least not far from that of Dracula. Considering Higuain's age, it is obvious that he is very talented in fighting spirit, and he does not rely entirely on the dragon for food.

Li Cha stretched his waist with a grinning grin, and the power surge started.

Compared with fighting qi, the effect of the prayer of the holy word is relatively restrained, and most of the others have no reaction. Only the middle-aged Frost Dragon who had been lazily lying on the ground turned his head abruptly, staring directly at the lord of the Alpine Fort with his huge eyes as bright as topaz.

The wisdom of dragons is no less than that of humans, and their lifespan is much longer. Therefore, in terms of insight, they are often very outstanding.

"Our task now is to break through Winter City, I hope you will exercise restraint!" Zed was still trying to stop this meaningless dispute.

"The knight has the responsibility to teach the arrogant scoundrel a lesson!" Higuain swung his long sword and put on his cloak without wind.

Just as the lord was about to speak, a burst of low voices interrupted him.

"Vori!"

The things that came into view made Li Cha subconsciously say vulgarity, but everyone present did not realize it at all, and all of them opened their mouths, as if they woke up and saw the sun rising from the west.

In fact, although they did not see the sun, they were not much different.

Three blazing huge fireballs soared into the sky from Winter City, and after reaching the peak, they began to fall at an accelerated rate.

Obviously, the practice of blessing trebuchets is not a Pompeii patent. Although the mages in Winter City are far inferior to the Pompeii Expeditionary Army, and they can't make a big deal of shooting meteor showers with dozens of catapults at one time, but if they are more capable of hitting the vital points directly, they may be stronger.

There are many advantages to having a good position for the defender in a siege battle, such as no need to calibrate at all. Because the shooting elements had already been marked, the first wave of aim was ridiculously high, and the Pompeii mages flew straight towards the midair.

There are several court mages in the mage group, who have the title of high-level mage, and their magical attainments are beyond doubt. The air mass that originally supported the mages began to move slowly, avoiding the falling trajectory of the stone ball.

After all, there are only a dozen people, and the positions are relatively concentrated, so the target is actually quite small. Coupled with the fact that it is difficult to achieve precision in curved shots, it is almost a dream come true for the three stone balls to directly hit the group of mages with certain mobility!

According to the current trend, the stone ball will pass ten yards away from the mage group, and then vent its power in the barren open space behind.

But how could mage Stuart let go of this opportunity and hit the three stone balls with his own spells. Everything was like a repeat of the previous scene, and the stone ball with extremely unstable elemental structure immediately began to burst.

The Pompeii mages, who were already at a disadvantage, ushered in a life-and-death test.

Facing the astonishingly powerful stones, the outermost water vapor shield lasted for a few breaths before vanishing into nothingness. A few mages are more clever, they have already prepared shields, and finally barely blocked these stones.

But Master Stuart has no defensive pressure, and this is a good opportunity for them to beat the underdogs. The ensuing spells were like sharp knives, piercing the softest and most defenseless underbelly of the mage group.

Except for a few high-level court mages, they are still calm in the face of sudden changes in the situation. Ordinary army mages were simply unable to deal with such a violent attack and defense transition, and in an instant, pieces of mutilated corpses fell one after another like dumplings falling from the sky.

The surviving Pompeii mages immediately gave up the fight and quickly retreated from the battle.

Looking at all this, Li Cha was left dumbfounded.

A mage is the pride of the army, and a 40,000-strong army will not have many mages accompanying the army, which is very precious. Their preciousness can also be proved from another angle-to this day, the famous Eagle Knight doesn't even have half a serious mage under his command, only a group of two-blade wilderness shamans.

In other words, in just a few breaths, the spellcasting power lost by the expeditionary army was at least equivalent to five "Alpine Fort spellcasting teams".

Even though these mages had nothing to do with him at all, Li Cha still felt suffocated. In order for Gao Shanbao to suffer such a loss, hanging himself from a tree with a crooked neck was his only choice.

The consequences of the three stone balls are more than that.

When the gravel flew further into the distance, the soldiers around were suddenly in bad luck. Although they were wearing armor, they were no different from barebacks in front of the astonishingly powerful and extremely hot flying stones, causing casualties and casualties immediately.

The worst part was the engineers who operated the catapults. Many of them were carrying a thick leather bag, and there was a sound of "gudong gudong" in it when they moved a little.

Before Pompeii started projecting, he had drenched the stone ball with the liquid in his skin, and there was a clear smell of wine at that time. In fact, it's not just alcohol, in order to further increase the purity of the fire element, additional "phlogiston" extracted from asphalt was added.

It takes a lot of manpower and material resources to separate that little ignite from the massive asphalt. The reason why Pompey was willing to pay such a heavy price was of course because it was worth the money.

As long as it is slightly touched by the gravel falling from the sky, the liquid in the skin bag will immediately start to spurt and burn.

Once this kind of fuel is ignited, there is no possibility of extinguishing it at all, and it will never stop until the last moment.

"Ah!" A shrill scream seemed to come from the depths of the soul, and the affected engineers rolled and struggled, and soon turned into people of fire! Even where they touched, there are still long-lasting traces of fire!

This is why fire magic will always be an evergreen tree on the battlefield, and the ability to cause secondary spread damage is completely incomparable to other magic.

The first offensive of the Pompeii Expeditionary Army ended in failure, leaving corpses and wounded soldiers unable to retreat, and the frontline infantry who suffered heavy losses began to retreat. They were greeted by burning siege engines and cheering Stuarts.

Soldiers on the front line are brave and fearless. They have done everything they can. But under extremely unfavorable conditions, their bravery could not change the established defeat.