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Chapter 102 My King Returns! (5000 words, ask for a monthly ticket!)

"What a terrible lethality!"

If it was just a little surprised to see the magician Merlin use the spell Murphy for the first time, now he is really shocked!

He finally understood why mages have such a high reputation in this world!

Although they are so rare, they rarely even appear in front of people's eyes.

The fire cloud above the canyon dissipated slowly. The land ravaged by dense fireballs was like a battlefield bombarded by small howitzers in the previous life. The ground was covered with stumps and broken arms. The Gnoll soldiers who were hit by the fist-sized fireball would undoubtedly not be bombed. Dead, the body made a 'popping' sound under the burning of the flame.

"Magician!"

"It's a magician!"

There was a burst of cheers from the soldiers on the front line, and the morale that had been suppressed by the jackals suddenly rose.

With the assistance of the spearmen, the Silver Shield and Eagle Banner infantry launched a counterattack, killing the elite Gnoll soldiers who climbed up the dirt wall one by one!

"Help them down to rest!" Murphy motioned to the general's guards around him, ordering them to help the exhausted magicians down first. After casting this powerful spell, they seemed to have aged a bit. It is undoubtedly a very unwise choice for them to stay on the front line without the slightest combat effectiveness. If they are accidentally shot by a stream arrow, it will be a loss for mankind!

Murphy understood.

These magicians are a bit like hot weapons from previous lives. Compared with this primitive world that still stays in cold weapon combat, these mages who master powerful magic and can use the so-called [elemental power] are simply hot weapons in the cold weapon era!

And at least at the level of the cannon!

The only downside is that they are fairly rare in number and have low sustain.

As far as the lethality of the magic just now is concerned, even the heavily armored Spartan fighters have no resistance at all. Unless you escape from the coverage of the fire cloud before the spell erupts.

In the face of such a serious supernatural power, I am afraid that only the priests can contend with it.

At present, the level of the temple in the territory is still very low, the accumulation of faith shown in the auxiliary system of "Total War" is not enough, and Athena, the goddess of wisdom, still stays at a low level of divine power. It seems that only after the territory is further developed, can we understand what the so-called [Power of Judgment] belonging to the goddess is in the mouth of the high priest!

A large fire and rain magic wiped out more than half of the attacking Gnoll army, and the remaining ones who were fighting with the Silver Shield and Eagle Banner infantry were also quickly wiped out.

As if deterred by the powerful power of magic, the attack of the Jackal Army that lasted for more than an hour finally slowed down.

The soldiers on the front line began to repair, and the priests of the God of War took out some holy water to treat them.

The casualties were quickly counted. The own side lost more than 800 people, of which the silver shield and eagle flag infantry accounted for 60%, and the rest were the losses of the pikemen. The loss of the wolf man was much greater. Not counting those who were blown to pieces, there were more than 1,800 wolf men completed from the corpse alone. And according to the fighting style of the wolf man, all the most elite adult male wolf men were sent to fight on the front line.

It can be said that in this one-year-old battle, more than half of the fighting power among the wolf men has been lost!

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Just when Murphy finished counting the casualties and was about to arrange other things, he suddenly noticed that some of his clothes were being tugged. He turned around and saw the thin figure in the long and narrow gray cloak standing behind him.

The thin face has a slightly feminine curvature, the eyes are large, with green pupils, and the expression is a little hesitant to speak.

"Do you have anything to say?" Murphy stopped his pace, turned around and asked in a low voice.

The man shook his head, then nodded again.

Murphy smiled.

He looked into the man's eyes and asked, "Is it there or not?"

hesitated for a moment.

The man finally nodded. He pointed to Murphy's black pupils, and said slowly, "Are you the one favored by God?"

God's favored one?

It's God's favor again!

Murphy frowned slightly, thought for a while, and nodded slowly.

"Then try to see if you can pull out this sword." The man took off the saber from his waist, held the sword and stretched it out in front of Murphy.

A very special sword.

The lines of the sword body are very smooth, it seems that it is not the standard commonly used now, but a bit like the saber used by the western knights in the middle ages in the previous life.

The scabbard is the leather of some kind of creature, hard and full of toughness, with complicated and gorgeous patterns carved on it, as if with a touch of the unique style of the elves.

Murphy stroked the scabbard lightly, then retracted it as if electrocuted!

He raised his head in surprise and said, "What kind of creature's leather is this?"

Hot!

Murphy actually felt hot when he touched it!

"Dragon." The man said lightly.

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dragon?

Murphy was stunned! Immediately an expression of disbelief!

"Sure enough! You are the one favored by God! You can feel its power!" The face of the person who didn't know his name or even his gender showed a trace of surprise! He looked at Murphy and said, "Hold it! Hold it by the hilt!"

With a slight tremor, Murphy slowly held the hilt of the sword.

Light!

Murphy saw the light!

The sky is full of light! The whole world is shrouded in light!

"Pull it out!" The man's voice sounded in his ear.

Murphy exerted force with his right hand and remained motionless.

He also held the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pulled it out vigorously.

Still motionless!

Finally, Murphy let go of his hand panting heavily, and the light in his eyes began to disappear. He looked at the person in front of him, shook his head and said, "I can't pull it out."

In terms of strength, he was recognized by the auxiliary system of "Total War" as having a strong physique, and he can even lift objects weighing nearly 200 pounds with one hand. If you use your hands hard, you can even lift objects weighing more than 600 pounds, which is more than 500 kilograms! But for some reason, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even pull out the sword.

"Really?" The man sighed in disappointment.

Turn around and leave.

Looking at the back of the man leaving, Murphy couldn't help muttering: "What a scary guy!"

As a person who is used to analyzing things in detail, Murphy is always easy to grasp some hidden things.

When he drew his sword just now, the blade was held in that person's hand. In other words, although the sword body and the scabbard are inseparable, it is the man himself who bears more than 600 pounds of strength from Murphy's hands!

His hand, with one hand, withstood Murphy's pull of more than 600 pounds!

Not even a sway!

What an amazing power!

Murphy now doubts whether he is a human being, because even if the chief priest of the God of War does not explode his strength, it is impossible for him to withstand all of Murphy's strength so easily and quietly.

"That's right." The man had just walked out a few steps, as if remembering something, he stopped and threw a package of things into Murphy's hand, and said, "I'll give you this back."

Click!

Murphy picked up the wrapped things in his hands, put them on the tip of his nose and smelled them suspiciously, and murmured, "Spices?"

BBQ!

An idea flashed in Murphy's mind.

It turns out that the seasoning for the barbecue was taken away by him!

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The time passed to one o'clock in the afternoon.

The whole army built fires and cooked meals one after another, and Murphy took out all the meat in reserve for the soldiers to eat!

Because just now, an eagle brought a new message.

The Southern Front led by Rottchild has completely defeated the Wolf Man, and the North and South lines have merged into one. The human army with a number of nearly 200,000 is driving more than 10,000 scattered elite Wolf Man towards the canyon. At the latest at four o'clock in the afternoon, the vanguard troops will be able to form a siege with the army in the canyon, attacking these gnolls from both sides, in order to wipe them all out in one fell swoop!

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Accompanied by a piece of good news, a piece of bad news was also delivered.

On the other side of the canyon, the Gnoll Headquarters at the rear finally realized that something was wrong.

The Gnoll tribe located on the northern line of the southern plain has urgently summoned an army of more than 50,000 and is coming! However, the mobilization power of scattered creatures like wolf man is obviously not invincible to humans. It may be a day or two before their army arrives with the real preparations and supplies. At that time, the elite gnolls on the front line had been completely wiped out, and the rest of the battle had nothing to do with Murphy.

Starting at three o'clock in the afternoon, more and more gnolls gathered in front of the canyon!

The jackals who had collapsed from the front line were recruited one by one, and soon the jackal army blocked by Murphy in front of the canyon reached more than 15,000.

The fierce battle started again.

The jackals launched a frenzied charge on the fortifications built in the canyon with a completely desperate style of play!

In just fifteen minutes, the corpses of the wolf man piled up on the ground!

The auxiliaries didn't even have a chance to clean up! The corpses of the wolf man were piled up layer by layer, until the wolf man no longer needed to climb, and could reach the dirt wall with just a light jump on the corpse!

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"Let the Greek heavy infantry make up for it!" After more than half of the Silver Shield and Eagle Banner infantry were damaged and most of the other soldiers were injured, Murphy had no choice but to send Lady Elizabeth's army together with the Greek heavy infantry to the battlefield! Even the noble knights of the aborigines were dragged into the frontline battlefield by Murphy!

Just one hour.

More than 100,000 arrows were all shot out.

Archers had to pick up ground shields and spears and go into battle as second-line soldiers.

Murphy stood on the dirt wall that had reached a height of six or seven meters due to the accumulation of corpses, looking at the Wolf man's main formation from afar. The Spartan conquerors guarded him all around, and any jackals who tried to get close were mercilessly beheaded!

"Half an hour."

Murphy looked at the high platform built by the Wolf man from a distance. It was an altar, and a group of Wolf man shamans were holding a special ceremony under the auspices of a big shaman wearing a necklace of some kind of creature's skull. They are blessing a kind of spell named [Bloodlust] by the aborigines for those Jackal soldiers who are about to go into battle. This spell can make the Gnoll soldiers enter a state similar to frenzy!

Our own losses have exceeded 3,000.

It was impossible to count the casualties of the Jackals. Murphy only knew that there was a whole layer of dead bodies on the ground!

Murphy's face was solemn, and he had been standing on the dirt wall without moving.

The Spartan warriors guarding him are like a banner, giving the soldiers fearless courage! Time and time again, the crazy attacks of the wolf man were blocked!

ten minutes later.

The last group of Gnolls who broke down from the southern line arrived, and the number of enemies increased to nearly 20,000!

The offensive just got crazier!

Murphy had no expression on his face, and silently let the Spartans around him also join the battle.

And most of the wounded Silver Shield and Eagle Banner infantry also took up arms again under his order! The Greek hoplites lost more than half in just half an hour, and the Spartan hoplites also began to suffer casualties. The Priest of the God of War finally joined the battle under Murphy's order!

The sky is stained with blood red!

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The wolf man's crazy offensive slowed down.

Everyone seized this moment to catch their breath, recovering their almost exhausted physical strength!

However, soon they were holding their breath.

There was a sound of neat footsteps!

The number exceeded 1,200, all of them were over 2.4 meters tall, wearing half armor and holding heavy weapons. After fighting for more than an hour, they were finally put into battle!

The soldiers clenched their weapons tightly, panting nervously, watching these formidable enemies approaching gradually!

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"It's past four o'clock!" Murphy looked at the magician Merlin behind him, and said expressionlessly.

He slowly drew out his sword, looked at the knights of the general guard silently guarding beside him, nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Ready to fight!"

The knights did not speak, did not make any sound.

They took up shields and spears, silently guarded Murphy, and followed him onto the battlefield!

Language is not required.

There is no need to inspire courage in soldiers.

——Because Murphy's action is courage! ! !

The Greek hoplites consciously formed a phalanx on the front line, and generals Leo Darlie and Marcus Kane also stepped on the front line silently.

Although he knew that he had to preserve his strength, he couldn't take care of that much at this moment.

Because all the soldiers from the city of Athens knew it.

Know the elite opponents of these high gnolls.

- It's me!

A belief in their hearts made them do so silently.

us!

there's only us!

Warriors from Athens!

Only we can fight these powerful high-level Gnoll elites on the frontal battlefield!

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The thin figure who had been silent all this time once again set his sights on the magician Merlin.

He slowly held his long, white fingers on the hilt of the sword. This time, the magician Merlin didn't stop him, but just nodded silently.

Gently take off the gray cloak on the hair.

Long hair like golden sand, emerald green pupils, skin as delicate as milk, and a pair of ears that are far more pointed than humans.

Wearing a dark blue armor under the cloak, the man jumped forward holding the hilt of the sword, and his thin figure jumped a few meters into the air and landed gently in front of the Greek hoplites.

"What is he going to do?" Murphy looked in astonishment at the thin figure who jumped to the front of the line and walked step by step towards the elite high-ranking wolf man.

Is he crazy?

Murphy still had a good impression of this guy who gave him the secrets of swordsmanship. Taking advantage of the high-ranking wolf man not charging, he jumped off the earth wall and grabbed his hand, and said hurriedly: "Go back! Do you want to go back? What to do! Fighting is not death!"

"I order you to go to the back now!"

Slowly removed Murphy's hand, with a soft smile on his face, he said slowly: "The next battle."

"Leave it to me!"

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The army of high-ranking gnolls paused for a moment.

They couldn't understand why the weak human beings stood in front of them alone.

They want to laugh, to ridicule the enemy's overreach.

But soon they stopped laughing.

The figure with long golden hair slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and a ray of light, golden light, flowed out from the scabbard.

Light!

Golden radiance!

This was the first time that Murphy saw the same golden light on a certain weapon as the statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom!

The drawn sword glowed golden.

This golden radiance that spreads for several feet seems to carry some kind of powerful power!

People can't help but feel fear and surrender!

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There were bursts of exclamations from behind!

Murphy heard the exclamation from the mouths of the aborigines, they were chanting a name!

——"Oath-Sword of Victory!"

I don't know who yelled those two words for the first time - my king!

"My king!"

"My king!"

"My king is back!"

"My king is back!!!"

Suddenly!

Murphy remembered a legend.

At the beginning of the First Era, that is, the age led by named human heroes from ancient times.

The three human heroes, the Knight of Truth-Charles, the Hand of Justice-Cesar, and the Growler-Hegel led mankind to defeat one powerful species after another, and finally fought for mankind at the beginning of the era when the living environment of monsters was extremely harsh. A piece of soil for survival and reproduction!

Among them, the Knight of Truth, Charles, is also the leader of the human heroes.

The only recognized king in human history!

He's not a pure-blood human, he's a half-elf, and his mother was an Elder Elf.

His saber [Oath-Sword of Victory] is also known as the King's Sword!

This is a mighty weapon from the Elder Elves of the First Era!

However, with the end of the age of heroes, [Oath-Sword of Victory] also disappeared from the sight of mankind.

But there is a legend that has been circulating!

When 【Oath-Sword of Victory】appears again! My king will return! The figures of heroes will appear on the left and right sides of my king!

Humanity will once again go to glory!

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Amid the cheers of "My King".

Murphy witnessed the most shocking power after coming to this world!

1vs1200!

[Oath-Sword of Victory] Where the sharp edge points, those high-ranking jackals will fall down one after another like wheat.

In just a few minutes, there was only one standing figure left on the battlefield.

Long golden hair.

A ray of breeze blows, revealing the sharp ears.

There was an eerie dead silence on the battlefield.

At this time, the sound of galloping horseshoes came from a distance!

Reinforcements arrived.

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"That sword has the power of faith!" At this moment, Murphy heard the deep murmur of the chief priest of the God of War.

My king?

Descendants of ancient heroes?

Murphy looked at the figure who looked up to him like a king, and a strange idea popped up in his mind.

Why?

With the cloak off, he looked so much like a woman?

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