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There have been countless large-scale wars on the vast continent of Faerun. Although a military theorist has not yet been born, the application of various tactics is not much worse than those on the earth. This article started by 　　. Almost all commanders know one thing, that is, the battle with the caster and the battle without the caster are completely two concepts.

Especially when these guys with powerful destructive power get together, ordinary soldiers have no way to fight head-on. The earliest human wizards used in wars can be traced back to when the Netheril civilization just emerged. The famous Great Arcanist Iolum commanded nearly 10,000 spellcasters to launch an attack on the country's largest orc tribe.

This was a genocidal killing, and countless war magics were applied in practice. The tall magic portal surrounded the entire area. After a year and a half of the battle, no matter whether it was old people, women, or children, all were slaughtered. No orc could escape. After the war, the enemy’s corpses were counted. The total number exceeds 140,000.

Everyone knows that human soldiers are completely at a disadvantage when facing orc warriors, because these gray or green-skinned guys are stronger and have longer arms. However, when Iolum launched the war, he only used less than one-third of the enemy's forces, and the Mages played a vital role in it.

It is precisely because of this successful experience that everyone can see the great role played by the caster in the war. Since then, after thousands of years of evolution to the present, all countries and city-states with sufficient financial resources will try to form and cultivate their own wizard groups. What's more, they directly control the country. For example, Searle's red robe mage. Another example is the "Ghost City", the only floating city left over from the era of Netheril.

As a traverser, Henry certainly understood the strategic significance of the wizard group, so he did not hesitate to spend a lot of financial and material resources, and it took eight years to form such a team of about 500 people. Of course, they are completely incomparable with the spellcaster organizations of Deepwater City and the Silver Moon Alliance. Among them, 90% of them are below level 5, and they are mainly supported by a large number of magic scrolls accumulated on weekdays. As for his poor spell slots, let's keep a life-saving protection spell.

As the airship gets closer and closer to the battlefield. Many teenage boys and girls showed nervous expressions on their faces, staring at the battle below through the glass windows. Looking at these young juniors, Borken smiled in relief, and then said loudly: "Everyone prepares! Check the belts around your waist one last time, and open the gates on both sides in three minutes to start casting the spell."

"Damn! I arrived so soon. What if I suddenly want to go to the bathroom?" a boy with freckles on his face cursed in a low voice. Obviously, he was nervous, and it was not normal. After all, it was the first time these little mages had seen such a large-scale war, and they were shouting and killing them.

"Hahaha, Bean, you are actually scared. Don't worry. We are in the sky, and those stupid murlocs are out of reach." The same young girl was speaking. Not only was the little girl not afraid. Instead, he showed an expression of eagerness.

However, the conversation between the two of them quickly drew dissatisfaction from a middle-aged mage. He reprimanded the two young people: "Shut up and don't talk. Check the position of the scroll and potion on your body immediately, and remember not to release it indiscriminately, and follow the order."

The same situation has occurred no less than a dozen times in the airship cabin, and all the people responsible for the accusations were members of the command system of the mage regiment. They are generally more than five-level spellcasters who have participated in trials and are responsible for relaying the commander's orders. These guys have seen blood kill people, so they are relatively calm.

Soon, the airship entered the designated combat position. With an order, the two sides of the bulkhead of this spellcaster airship were slowly opened. The seat was pushed close to the edge by the robotic arm, and a strong cold wind blew in, and everyone felt the biting cold.

"The first and second echelon, prepare magic missiles, and the murloc at the front of the target. The third and fourth echelon prepare for greasy art, and the sandy beach one hundred meters behind the target. The fifth and sixth echelon prepare for fireball, aiming at the place where the crowd is concentrated. ."

After Borken issued the order, he immediately used communication skills to tell Debra in the Mage Tower: "We have reached the battlefield, and now we need a wide range of lighting."

The latter sneered and asked, "Are you sure as long as the lighting doesn't need magic support? I'm afraid it won't work with those little guys."

"Don't worry, I will take action if you are in danger. These young people need to exercise, and these murlocs without flying ability are the best targets."

For this group of wizards, Borken had great expectations. He knew that it might be difficult for these people to be alone now, but as the caster level increases, their overall strength will rise linearly, and in the end they might be able to reproduce the glorious magical civilization of the Netheril era.

Debra did not continue to argue, a few seconds later, a light ball suddenly shot out from the top of the mage tower, instantly illuminating the surroundings of the island as if day. Many Sahua murlocs suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't open their eyes at all. These marine creatures accustomed to darkness are extremely sensitive to strong light, so they suffered a great loss all at once.

Taking advantage of such a good opportunity, the wizards who had just received the order began to activate the scrolls in their hands. Countless countless magics were released, and the enemies hit by surprise were caught off guard, especially the magic missiles that flew down. A magnificent mess, every hit can not be caused, not only a large number of physical power to kill the enemy, but also caused a huge psychological pressure.

The morale of the barbarian warriors and human soldiers who received magical support was high, and with the magical skills blessed by priests and druids, they launched a beautiful counterattack in an instant. While fighting with Jacques Hoyas, Vaughan laughed and asked, "Hahahaha! It seems that your army is going to be over soon. How about it, are you interested in surrendering and being my subordinate?"

"Dreaming! I am the descendant of the great Cycora, the overlord of the deep sea world. How could it be possible to succumb to a terrestrial creature."

Although Jacques Hoyas also knows that the situation is a bit bad. But in order not to affect morale, the duck mouth is still dead. He raised his head and glanced at being stuck in the air. The airship that kept releasing magic, his face began to turn blue. You must know that the Sahua Murloc, as Borken said, has no resistance to such high-altitude flying objects, and can only watch the other party's unscrupulous massacre.

The orc warrior waved his two-handed giant sword a few times and said with a sneer: "A group of robbers are also worthy of being great? If you have something to do, you'd better use it quickly, otherwise there will be no chance right away."

"Huh! Since I want to die, I will fulfill you." He said that Jacques Hoyas took off the pearl on his neck, then bit his palm with sharp teeth, let the blood drip on it and prayed loudly: "Great Cycora! Creator of all the sahua murlocs! Your loyal servant offers sacrifices here. You will harvest the souls of enemies and mines on this battlefield."

As soon as the voice fell, an inexplicable force made the pearl float, and after a few seconds, a dark red evil aura burst out. Countless souls who died in battle were forcibly absorbed, regardless of race and belief, one counts as one, and no one can escape.

Seeing that the barbarian's soul was also forcibly taken away, Vaughan showed an angry expression on his face. He roared angrily: "Profane! How dare you do such a thing to the heroic spirit who believes in Tempus! I'm going to smash you into pieces!"

"Hahahahahaha! All for the glory of Cycora! Come on, let me personally offer your soul." As Jacques Hoyas rushed forward, his sharp teeth instantly ripped off a large piece. flesh. If the orc warrior hadn't reacted fast enough, I'm afraid this arm would not be able to keep it.

Standing high in the sky, Bolken made a keen discovery. As more and more souls were inhaled, the evil aura from this pearl began to increase the strength, agility, physical strength, and magic resistance of all Sahua murlocs. Now ordinary first-level magic has no effect, and the spirit has become bloodthirsty and frenzied.

He didn't dare to neglect, and immediately said to Debra using the communication technique: "It's not good, the enemy seems to have used a divine weapon, and immediately concentrate all the energy of the mage tower to launch a fatal blow."

"Damn it, you don't need to say that I saw it too. The positive energy pool is giving the tower time. Try to find a way to delay it for a while." Debra interrupted the communication after speaking. She obviously needs to focus on strengthening the control of the mage tower. If there is an error in this level of energy attack, the top of the tower may be blown up.

"Delay for a while? It's easier said than done, it's a veritable artifact." Borken muttered to himself, and immediately ordered: "Enter unlimited attacks from now on, don't be afraid of wasting potions and Use as many scrolls as you have."

All the members of the wizard group were stunned by this order. You must know that everyone in this battle carried scrolls and potions worth more than 1,000 gold coins. If they were thrown out, it would be 500,000 gold coins. This is simply burning money, and it is a big burn.

I found these guys still in a daze~www.ltnovel.com~ Borken urged loudly: "Look at what! Hurry up and execute the order!"

He also knows that this is burning money, but there is no way, he wants to stop the increasingly powerful Sahua murloc, which is necessary for sacrifice. After all, money can be earned again, but if the army is dead or the city is captured, then the consequences are simply disastrous.

It can be said that the arcanist left over from the Netheril period, most of the time, thinks in the same way as Henry, which is why he can obtain the command of the wizard group. Abandoning some unnecessary things at critical moments to retain vitality, this is what a mage regiment commander should do.

Because it is too difficult to cultivate spellcasters, each one is very precious. If she were to be replaced by Debra to command, with her unstoppable character of not reaching the target, perhaps the entire wizard group would have to suffer more than half of the casualties after one or two fierce battles. Obviously, this is definitely not the result Henry wanted.

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