The King

  Chapter 46 Magic Array

  After Hudson finished explaining the ins and outs of the incident, everyone's expressions turned serious. It is not a good thing to be targeted by a powerful earl.

  Especially when they took the initiative to give excuses and let the other party catch the handle. Fortunately, Hudson was loyal enough and didn't betray them, otherwise he would have to peel off his skin if he didn't die this time.

   It's just that anyone with a discerning eye knows that since Earl Pierce made a move, the matter will not end so easily. I don't know how much trouble will be waiting for them next.

   After understanding the cause and effect, the way everyone looked at Hudson changed. Deep down in his heart, he sighed, "This young man can handle it", with a trace of guilt mixed between his brows.

  Of course, this kind of shame didn't last long before being defeated by interests. No matter how you say it, the meat you eat in your mouth must not be spit out.

   Received his share of the spoils, Hudson did not feel any surprise. Aristocrats want face, and they are even more greedy. If it wasn't for blocking his mouth, it is estimated that the pre-promised spoils would not have been obtained.

   Acting in this play is essentially to resolve everyone's jealousy towards him, so as to avoid unnecessary troubles.

   Judging from the current situation, it is very successful. Everyone's eyes were attracted by "Earl Pierce looking for trouble", and they couldn't care less about being jealous of Hudson's monopoly on military exploits.

  It's normal to think about it. Hudson offended the leader of the coalition army from the beginning of refusing to win over Earl Pierce. No matter how great the military exploits are, they will inevitably be discounted.

  Doomed to be worn in small shoes, what is there to be jealous about?

   After exchanging pleasantries with each other, the Fifth Army embarked on the journey again. Even the reorganized serf soldiers were not in the mood to take it back, or they didn't have the time to take it back.

  Returning to the establishment system means that the current food transportation tasks must also be re-arranged. No matter how efficient it is, it still takes half a day.

   You must know that the coalition army has only carried food and grass for seven days, and now it is the sixth day and there are still more than 30 miles to go.

  Continuing to command the peloton, Hudson is mixed. He is not blind, how could he fail to see that the Fifth Army has fallen into a split, and the alliance can only be maintained under the pressure of Earl Pierce, who had to hold together for warmth.

   Such a team, the combat effectiveness can be imagined. As long as Earl Pierce uses a little bit of tricks, the fragile alliance of the Fifth Army will fall apart.

  The unoptimistic outlook forced Hudson to be more cautious. Deep in his heart, there is a voice that keeps reminding him - "Steady the waves".

  …

  Dadir City, the **** siege battle is about to begin. In the coalition camp, the five star shapes with protruding fronts are connected in series by intersecting lines.

  Under the watchful eyes of everyone, five mages in white robes and holding staffs stepped into the formation. A group of apprentices who followed hurriedly placed spars one by one on the star-shaped line.

   "Aston Croatia, Sleeping Tamlet..."

  As the incantations continued to be uttered, a yellow beam of light was seen emitting from the pentagram array, which could be clearly seen for miles around.

  The movement of the coalition forces quickly alarmed the defenders in the city.

   "Magic" is a tall thing that has always been synonymous with mystery and power, especially for ordinary people.

  The supercilious Skeleton Lord also appeared at the top of the city after receiving the message. Just looking at it, the brow furrowed tightly.

   "High Priest, you are the most knowledgeable in the meeting, do you know what the enemy is doing?"

  Hearing the question, the gray-robed old man's heart sank. He didn't have the slightest liking for this mysterious Skeleton Lord.

  When you employ people, you can say anything nice, and once you run out, you will dismantle the stage. Thinking of him, the veteran of the Skull and Bones Society, he has made countless contributions to the society, but because of the previous mistakes, he was assigned the drudgery of hosting the Centennial Festival.

  Just thinking of the methods of the Skeleton Lord extinguished the unwillingness in his heart. There is still a chance of life if you are obedient, but if you refuse, you will not be able to survive, and you will not be able to die.

   "Holy Lord, what the enemy seems to have set up is a five-star ground-breaking formation, a magic formation specially designed to attack city walls.

   Thirty-five years ago, during the Franco-Dan war, I was fortunate enough to see it once. However, due to the participation of magicians on both sides, the formation did not exert its due power.

  But since the enemy has used it now, the power of this magic circle must be not small. We don't have enough magicians to stop them, it's best not to let them cast successfully. "

  Hearing this explanation, the Skeleton Lord secretly rolled his eyes. He hated this old guy who was an eyesore no matter what he saw.

   Said that he was well-informed, but apart from saying the name of a magic circle, all the rest were useless nonsense.

   Preventing enemies from casting spells is easier said than done. As long as you send someone close, the weak magician can take it down with a flick of your fingers.

   But the problem is that the enemy's magicians are under the protection of the army, and trying to take them down is like taking the head of the enemy's commander among thousands of armies.

   "Angela, lead the third and fourth armies to rush out immediately. Be sure to interrupt the enemy's spellcasting. When necessary, you can use the blood moon horn."

  The Skeleton Lord said indifferently.

  In any case, the Centennial Festival of Skull and Bones cannot be destroyed. All his strength comes from the gift of the Skeleton Lord, and he will never allow anyone to influence him to obtain more "divine grace".

  The monster that served as a sacrifice is on its way. Before that, he had to protect the sacrificial offering, not leaving any opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.

  In the view of the Skeleton Lord, as long as the Centennial Festival goes smoothly, no matter how high the price is, it will be worth paying.

  If it weren't for the fact that most of the troops in the city were mobs, even if they were sitting on the blood moon horn, they would not be opponents of the enemy troops outside the city. He would have ordered to go out for a decisive battle long ago.

  Accompanied by an order, the closed city gate began to slowly open, and a large number of rebels began to spew out.

   It's a pity that the time is still a step late. The soaring beam of light is coming directly towards Dadir City. Cracks begin to appear in the land along the way, and they are expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The city wall that was hit by the beam of light struggled a lot, but in the end it still couldn't avoid the fate of cracking.

   Cracks appeared one after another, and the originally rock-solid city wall was beginning to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The spar on the magic circle was also consumed rapidly, and soon turned into dust, and the faces of the five magicians who cast the spell were all pale at the moment.

   Obviously, the spellcasting just now was not easy. Even with the help of the magic circle, it still brought them a lot of pressure.

   "Tell Angela to stop the attack, order the First Army to send people to plug the gap, and never let the enemy take the opportunity to rush into the city."

  The Skeleton Lord hastily ordered.

   Fortunately, the range covered by magic is limited, and the cracked city wall is only a short section, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.

  (end of this chapter)