Heroes of Silver Moon

Red clouds gradually appeared in the sky, and the barbarians on the city wall were still using the ant-attachment tactics, climbing up the city wall one after another and being stabbed to death by soldiers of the new army.

Originally, the city wall stretched for tens of miles, and the soldiers of the new army should be dispersed, but who let the barbarians only have dozens of ladders, and nearly half of them were still in the hands of the goblins who were still charging at high speed. There are no more than thirty on the wall.

Under such circumstances, the strength of the new army is very concentrated and sufficient. Basically, the kobolds and jackals will be stabbed to death by more than a dozen bayonets mounted on rifles as soon as they climb up the city wall, and finally fall powerlessly and unwillingly. city ​​walls.

And this kind of effortless killing also made the soldiers of the new army mature quickly on the battlefield. More and more soldiers abandoned their fear and their eyes became firmer.

There are more and more red clouds in the sky, and the colors are getting thicker and brighter, as if one big fireball after another is being bred.

The headquarters of the barbarian army, the most simple hay house in the center, uh, it is called a house, which is an insult to the word house. It is probably a pile of hay, barely built a space that can live in.

As if feeling something, the big goblin shaman, who was lazily sitting cross-legged and resting inside, suddenly opened his eyes in horror, looked at Simon's position, and murmured in disbelief: "Humans have master spellcasters? "

Running out of the haystack in three steps at a time, the big goblin shaman shouted angrily: "Guards! Guards! Where are the guards? Escort me to counterspell!"

No one suppressed the spellcasting ability of the human spellcaster on the opposite side. Those pioneers who tried and died in the past were really dying, and there was no value in dying.

The goblin shaman doesn't feel sorry for them to die, but he feels sorry for them to die without effect, and at least it will consume human combat power!

Under the call of the goblin shaman, a dozen kobolds, jackals, and even three master-level trolls with the strength of high-level professionals soon appeared in front of him.

"Great Shaman Watts, what happened?" a kobold who was not stupid asked.

"There are also master-level spellcasters on the human side, I have to go over and counterspell quickly!" the great shaman Watts said through gritted teeth.

"Master-level spellcasters of human beings!" All the guards exclaimed. Mages have always been the masters of the battlefield, especially master-level mages. reaction.

First, they are really stupid, and second, their magic resistance is also really high.

A group of guards composed of melee professionals rushed towards the battlefield with the great shaman Watts, while Simon's full force of spells on the other side had reached the last moment.

"Meteor fire shower!" Simon raised his right hand, then swung it down fiercely, casting this, the most famous fourth-level spell of the fire system.

The red clouds in the sky began to roll, and huge fireballs emerged from the clouds

The kobolds and gnolls who had already rushed under the city wall wanted to turn around and run away, but they were blocked by the goblins who were rushing forward according to their inertia. The two opposite torrents squeezed together, and the vanguard of the barbarians was in chaos.

Nearly a hundred **** of fire smashed towards the fleeing barbarians on the ground like meteors.

boom! boom! boom!

Just like the bombardment of heavy artillery, the big fireball hit the ground and burst, and the densely packed barbarians on the ground were blown up, crying for their fathers and mothers. After a round of bombardment, only the barbarians who could stand up on the ground remained half.

The brain recovered from the blank fragments, which is commonly known as the stunned state, and the barbarians who were still able to act on the battlefield began to flee crazily again.

When a group of guards rushed to the battlefield with the Great Shaman of Watts, what they saw was this scene of the army being defeated like a mountain.

"Phew, it's too late!" Looking at the rout and the dead bodies, severed limbs, and flesh and blood on the ground, the great shaman Watts said with a sullen face.

He really didn't expect that this time human beings would actually have master-level spellcasters. Fortunately, only the old, weak, sick and disabled went up today. ....

Cold sweat flowed down the forehead of the great shaman Watts. In fact, even if the 100,000 people died, the impact on the Gru Mountains would be negligible, but he, the great shaman, would definitely be punished. The probability is that the dog's head will be cut off.

These 100,000 people can die, but they must die to fulfill their purpose!

Looking at the dead bodies everywhere and the majestic city wall that rose overnight, the great shaman Watts narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and ordered to a high-ranking goblin shaman who followed him: "You hold the Bai Qi went to the leaders of the group of humans, told them that we were going to collect the corpses, and asked them not to attack."

The high-ranking goblin shaman was startled, and replied with trembling legs: "Big, big shaman, I'm afraid they won't agree!"

Not only will I not agree, but I will also kill me. This is what this high-ranking goblin shaman said in his heart.

"Just go!" The great shaman of Watts gave the high-ranking goblin shaman a cold look, and immediately made him feel like he was facing an ice abyss.

If you go, there may be a glimmer of hope, maybe those humans suddenly have a brain twitch!

But if he didn't go, then the big shaman would probably kill him immediately. Although he was only one step behind, a master-level spellcaster would completely crush an upper-level spellcaster.

And in terms of status, among the tribes in the Gelug Mountain Range, although high-level shamans are scarce, there are at least one or two hundred ~www.readwn.com~ and there are less than twenty master-level shamans. If he really killed him, no one would make the decision for him.

In just a few seconds, the high-ranking goblin shaman made the most reasonable choice, and replied with a sad face: "I, I can go!"

Simon held his staff tightly and stood on the city wall, his face turned slightly pale. The round of attack just now consumed almost a third of his mana and mental power.

For unknown reasons, since he became a master magician, his mana and mental power have been improving by leaps and bounds, and now they are three times the original one.

In other words, the mana and mental power he consumed just now were almost all of the newly promoted master mage.

It was because of such a huge consumption, coupled with this master-level turret-shaped long staff worth 50,000 gold coins, that Simon was able to deliver this shocking blow.

Seeing that his face was a little pale, Harris suppressed the shock in his heart, and said with concern: "Simon, are you okay!"

Hearing Harris' concern, Siegel quickly recovered from his stunned look, and looked at Simon with a complicated expression.

"It's okay!" Simon waved his hand and replied with a wry smile.

When other mages cast spells, they are afraid that their bodies will not be able to bear it, so they usually do so in moderation.

But he is fine, I don't know if it's troublesome, or he just likes the feeling of controlling power. For these powerful fourth-level spells that can be increased infinitely, he has always cast them to the limit in one go, until his body can't bear it anymore. Mana rushes so far.

"Simon, look!" Harris pointed his finger in front of the city wall, his tone seemed a little startled.

Both Simon and Siegel looked up and saw a goblin holding a white flag, walking towards here with three stops.

What is this doing? All three of them had doubts in their hearts.