Struggle in the Steam Age

"Give me a reason, a reason why you want to attack with us. Otherwise, I won't allow you to join the team." The captain of the judge said firmly after hearing what Lawrence said. "There is no shortage of official-level spellcasters in our team, but your value as an important scholar is much higher than you think. If there is no special reason, it is impossible for me to allow such an important person Straight to the front line to fight."

"I am a warlock, and one of the abilities that my blood brings to me is the ability to accurately find those powerful magic items and quickly identify them." Knowing that time is tight at this time, Lawrence did not make any preparations. Instead, he directly stated his biggest advantage after joining the team.

"I believe that since the other party knows the importance of blocking our external communication, they will definitely attach great importance to this matter, and at the same time take some targeted precautions. For example, the one used to block our contact with the outside world Magic items are hidden, making it less easy for attackers to find."

"Besides, if these rebels can think of besieging us, they should also know how important the information we have is. This is the important reason why neither the messenger nor the information can be sent out just now. In this case, the other party only needs to After we determine our target, we will definitely send people to support it quickly."

"So the most important point in this operation is speed, and my ability should be able to help you find the target of this operation in the fastest time." Lawrence finally concluded. "So I think it makes perfect sense for me to be in the squad."

"-Okay, you come with me." The leading judge agreed to Lawrence's request after thinking for a while, and then called a soldier wearing a plate armor with a dagger on his belt and holding a shield in his left hand, and asked him Seriously exhorted. "Fredek, you just need to protect this warlock when we fight later, he is very important to us."

"Understood, I guarantee that as long as I live, no one will be able to hurt this friend." The big man named Frederick patted his chest with his right hand and said with a simple smile, then turned his head and looked at Lawrence stretching out the right hand. "Nice to meet you, my name is Frederick, a full-level shield warrior."

"Lawrence, an official-level warlock, and his marksmanship is very good." Lawrence said, reaching out his right hand to shake the opponent, and then said, "I'll leave it to you in a while, because I'm still a bit weak in melee combat." .”

"No problem, as long as you follow me after you go to the battlefield for a while." Frederick said confidently. "The only reason we couldn't rush out just now is that the high-level transcendents we left had to guard the basements where important supplies were stored and evil things were sealed. We could only send low-level transcendentals to try to break through."

"But so is the enemy." Having said that, Frederick shrugged his shoulders. "Their high-level transcendents are either in the palace, or they need to guard against our high-level transcendents. After the operation starts in a while, our high-level transcendents will help us contain the enemy's high-level transcendents, so What we have to face is just some enemies of the same level who have advantages in terrain and numbers—"

"Okay, keep quiet." Just as Frederick told Lawrence about the specific situation, the team leader took out his two-handed sword from behind and shouted to everyone on the field. "Everyone, get your weapons ready. After a while, the people who cover us on the city wall will cover us, and it will be our turn to set off."

Ten seconds later, several guards above the gate threw some spherical grenades into the open space in front of the gate, forcing the rebels who were firing on the top of the city wall in the open space to retreat into their bunkers.

Taking advantage of the weakening of the firepower in front of the door, the referee's door was pushed open. Then Lawrence rushed to the open space outside the door with only eight people in the team, holding his revolver grenade launcher tightly in his hand. And Nora was floating about two or three meters above his head, staring vigilantly around.

The special soul connection between the two allowed them to easily share their vision, so within seconds of rushing out of the gate, Lawrence saw a 3D map centered on himself in his mind. These 3D maps not only provide a rough outline of the surrounding environment, but Nora also thoughtfully marked the specific locations of the enemies she detected on the maps for him.

Boom—boom! Lawrence, who followed the team in small steps forward, aimed the grenade launcher in his hand at the window on the third floor of a side room and pulled the trigger. The grenade went directly through the window of the room and exploded.

The shock wave of the explosion pushed the hand-cranked machine gun placed in that room out of the window, and it landed on the street floor with a bang. The sound was so loud that it even overwhelmed the scattered shooting sounds and distant There were occasional explosions from the artillery positions.

"Well done." Frederick, who just threw a grenade behind a fence and blew away two rebel guards, cheered excitedly, then raised the big shield in his hand and said to Lawrence , "I'll help you block the enemy as much as possible, you just need to shoot."

However, very few people were willing to move such a heavy machine gun upstairs, so in the next sprint, Lawrence just used grenades to clean up those guys who were shooting black guns at the blind spot of direct fire on the roof.

The distance of this sprint is not long, after a minute or so. Lawrence and his team rushed to the door of a small three-story building. After Lawrence used the grenade launcher to empty the six grenades in the nest in one go, killed the dozen or so rebels who were stubbornly resisting after the sandbags, and blasted open the closed gate, the captain waved the sword in his hand first. one rushed in.

But just as he rushed into the room, four or five warriors wearing the standard breastplate armor of the Guards and uniform helmets rushed out from behind the obstacles on the left and right sides and under the opposite stairs, brandishing weapons.

"Well done." Seeing this, the captain advanced instead of retreating. He first avoided the tomahawk that was being slashed by the muscular man in the front with the sound of the wind, and at the same time held the sword in both hands and stabbed the second one who had just rushed out from behind the obstacle. Not yet ready, a warrior with a thick dagger in each hand with his chest wide open.

The second rebel soldier probably didn't have much experience in actual combat, so he didn't expect that the plate armor swordsman who rushed over could bypass the first person and attack him. Withdraw to the chest. But in this way, a bigger gap was exposed.

"Pfft!" The captain's two-handed sword directly plunged into the part of the two-handed swordsman's face that was not protected by a helmet, and headshot him. Then he drew out his sword and stabbed again, stabbing the shield raised by the third person. He stabbed the third guy who raised his shield back into the door that he rushed out just now.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he was finally able to take a breath and look at the current battle situation. What made him more happy was that although there were more Transcendents defending here than expected, they were still beaten back steadily with the cooperation of those Transcendents in his team.

For example, the big soldier holding the battle ax that he bypassed just now did not turn around to fight him, but chose to use a screen and a few broken tables in this room as cover to try to sneak attack from the side. Lawrence at the end.

But this kind of action can't be hidden from the eyes of the little doll Nora, nor can it be hidden from Lawrence, who is connected with Nora's soul. However, Lawrence did not choose to take a step forward and hide behind Frederick's shield, but pretended to know nothing and tried to lure the enemy into the bait.

Because there were only one or two dim oil lamps in the room to hide his figure, the warrior with the giant ax didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Lawrence, who was a caster, staring at the battlefield ahead, so he raised his battle ax violently. rushed up.