Mage Joan

Seeing the tragic scene of the comrades in arms around being burned by the rocket, angry Asa hunters also put on alchemy arrows to fight back.

However, the defenders were at the downwind, and the wind and sand from the brass mountain pass in the fall was so violent. The arrows they shot were blocked by the airflow, and the range was greatly shortened. It was almost impossible to fly 300 yards against the wind, let alone hit. Jackals hiding in the forest.

On the contrary, the arrows shot by the jackals with wind force easily floated over 300 yards, fell across the city walls like raindrops, and ignited several barracks, forcing Lieutenant Colonel Vasa to lead the guards to put out the fire.

Compared with the long-range shooting between the offensive and defensive sides, what makes Joe Ann worry about the follow-up actions of the enemy.

General Jumonville, riding a black horse, was commanding the troops to lay wooden tracks along the hillside, as if to push several heavy catapults onto the hill.

If these dangerous siege equipments are really installed on the top of the mountain, they can throw stones to destroy the defending city walls, and even throw wooden barrels filled with alchemy powder directly into the city walls.

A hundred pounds of gunpowder exploded violently, causing much more destructive power than "fireball". At that moment, the fall of the fortress of Nisesi entered the countdown.

"You must try to destroy the enemy's siege plan!"

The sense of crisis forced Joan to use his brain desperately to try to find a way to break the enemy.

At first he wanted to fly past the catapult that destroyed the Blue Man, but from afar he saw a red figure hovering over the catapult position, so he had to dispel this idea-with his own strength, he challenged the red-haired warlock Diego Antonioni to commit suicide. .

Joan did not dare to approach the airspace guarded by the red-haired warlock and had to retreat second, staring at the hill where the jackals were stationed to make an idea.

After a little thought, he turned and flew back to the city, landing on a trebuchet.

A soldier was standing next to the trebuchet, and since this section of the wall was not in the area attacked by the enemy, he stayed here to do nothing.

He was hesitating whether to drop the trebuchet to help the wall opposite the jackal being shot, and suddenly saw a figure of a half-man and half-eagle descending, frightened back two steps, and then recognized himself as a master of the army, and quickly saluted.

Joan waved his hand, beckoning him not to be too polite, and opened the door to ask: "Can we turn the trebuchet to the opposite and bombard the enemy hiding in the forest?"

"Mr. Master, this is probably very difficult to do."

The soldier's face was embarrassed.

"The trebuchet is too bulky, it is very troublesome to carry it, and in order to prevent the trebuchet from shaking during the process of throwing ammunition and affecting the accurate head, it has been fixed to the position with wooden piles and iron chains. If you have to move the trebuchet, you must first It will take at least half a day to untie the chain to complete the deployment again."

"If the enemy forces attack during this period, this section of the city wall will become very empty and may become a breakthrough point for the enemy forces."

Joan nodded heavily, not surprised by his hardship.

"I need a barrel of gunpowder, do you have any here?"

"Yes, yes, but this trebuchet is only equipped with eight barrels of alchemy gunpowder. How much do you need?"

"All to me."

"Uh, yes, please wait!" The soldier hurried to the nearest ammunition depot.

Joan looked to the opposite wall, the jackals on the hillside opposite were bowing and arrowing, and a thick wave of arrow rain was about to strike.

At this time, your barracks were still burning, the flames were raging, and the smoke was spreading.

If this wave of arrow rain falls, the officers and soldiers who are fighting the fire will have to fall a few people...

Joan resolutely flew into the air, hovering over the wall and quickly made a series of casting gestures.

"Súré!"

A strong wind was summoned by Qiao An in time, and the roaring air flow blew toward the arrows flying opposite, causing it to deviate from the original flight trajectory. Before falling close to the city head, they all fell down, splashing circles and ripples on the moat.

The defenders on the city's head saw the scene and cheered in unison, and countless gratitudes and even adoring eyes turned towards the tall figure standing against the wind.

Joan's face was still heavy.

The strong wind generated by the "Wind-making Technique" lasts at most one minute. After that, the wind direction returns to normal, which is still unfavorable to oneself.

The jackal can wait until the strong wind created by magic subsides before launching the offensive, but he cannot release "wind-making" endlessly, and must find a countermeasure that can be done once and for all.

The call from below interrupted Joan's thoughts, gathered his wings and landed, and saw the young soldier in charge of the catapult waving his hands sweating with sweat.

"Mr. Master, everything you want is ready, all here!"

Joan walked over and looked at it. There were eight wooden barrels of wooden containers beside the trebuchet. A group of young soldiers were wiping sweat. It seemed that it took them a lot of effort to move these wooden barrels.

Joan tried to lift a wooden barrel, which weighed hundreds of pounds. At his current strength level, he could barely lift two wooden barrels at the same time. However, under such a high load state, walking was very difficult. Can't fly.

"Mr. Master, beware, this thing is very dangerous, it will explode after a violent impact, the power is terrible!" a soldier reminded.

Joan nodded, gently lowered the cask, and began preparing for the spell. He first stimulated a "Sid Mana" to transform a bundle of strong enough rope into an "activated rope" and dropped it on the ground.

One end of the "activation rope" hangs up and creeps on the ground like a python, quickly tying all eight gunpowder kegs together, each tied with a slipknot, which looks like a thick string of sausages.

Joan then inspires three "mythical powers", successively playing the "mythical shield", "mythical mage armor" and "mythical transformation of the giant" that have been developed shortly before.

The optimization results of these spells have perfectly fulfilled his expectations.

The defense of "Mythical Shield" is 50% higher than that of ordinary "Shield", which has exceeded the level of "Tower Shield" and reached the level of "Shield Wall".

The defense power of "Mythical Mage Armor" has doubled from the "scale armor" level to the "full body plate armor" level.

With these two spell protections, and the natural defenses brought by the eagle feathers, Joan's comprehensive defense power has exceeded everyone on both sides of the battlefield-including those with tower shields and heavy armor.

The function of "Mythology" is to increase Joan's size by four times, and at the same time to increase the strength of 4 points.

The Jordonheim Hawks had been more than seven feet tall. At the moment, under the blessing of "Mythology", it expanded like an inflatable ball, and became a behemoth with a height of nearly 30 feet and a weight of more than 2000 pounds. Almost flush with the outpost of the Nisesi fortress, immediately attracted the entourage of the surrounding soldiers with amazed look.

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