Monster Minotaur

They are getting closer. Glock looked at the Maro Legion, which was getting closer and closer under the protection of the magic shield, and turned to look at the calm Refola beside him and asked: Now our artillery has failed to do its job. With the estimated lethality, these 1,500 Maro warriors will be a big threat, do we really not want to use that thing?

You have to believe in the abilities of your soldiers. This is an essential quality for a legion commander. What's more, isn't their training completed by your own hands? Refola looked at the flames that were constantly exploding on the light blue shield. Said: We have already expected what countermeasures they will have, and such a situation is not particularly unexpected. Exposing all our cards too early will only make us fall into passivity sooner. We have to do it by surprise with that thing.”

If something else appeared to block the power of the artillery, then Refola might still feel a little anxious, but he already had a strategy for the Magic Shield Lightning Legion. When they set off from Thunder Bluff, the chief mage of Thunder Bluff gave them three secret weapons to use against the magic shields of the big cities they encountered.

These three weapons were conceived by Mo Yan, who came from another world, and Archmage Ryze personally studied them for several months and realized them with the power of pure magic. It is very novel in both its conception and appearance. When it is functioning on the battlefield, the whole world will be shocked.

The principle of this weapon is not complicated. If it is explained clearly, even a mage who has just graduated from the academy can easily make a usable finished product. But just like a certain transaction in the history of the earth, a group of German scientists went to the United States in a submarine to ask for a method of making special glass for submarines. The secret I gained at a considerable cost is to just keep stirring while making it.

No one will think that their efforts have no effect, because this can also be regarded as the most accurate expression of the so-called rare and easy to do. This weapon, which has not even been named, can be considered top secret. Even with the three finished products currently deployed in the Lightning Legion, not even Refola has the right to touch and look at them. Zhili and Mo Yan's SS closely guarded this mysterious weapon 24 hours a day until Refola decided to use them .

The Maro army under the light blue shield is approaching. The huge gap in numbers makes the front row formation of the Lightning Legion very thin. The Salt people in front of the formation must ensure that they can stop all the Maro people to protect themselves. The cannon and those little short legs. As the entire formation continued to approach, a group of about two hundred cavalrymen in Maro's team left the main force and circled towards the flank of the Lightning Legion.

The fifty Salt warriors who were preparing for this situation in the rear quickly rushed to the place where they aimed to attack, and behind them were two hundred gray dwarf musketeers. Two hundred and fifty people quickly arrived at the predetermined position. The gray dwarf musketeers quickly lined up in three rows as they had been trained in the past, raising their guns and aiming at the trotting cavalry.

Hold on... hold on... The commander of the gray dwarf musketeers looked at the Maroon cavalry that was getting closer and closer, shouting to himself and everyone else. The current distance is not the most effective. . The roar of the horses' hooves became louder and louder, and the swords in the hands of the cavalry gleamed in the sun.

The fear brought by the tall cavalry continues to expand in the hearts of these not-so-tall dwarves. This is the first time they use flintlocks to fight cavalry. All they have been shooting at are either targets or some places in the forest. Ordinary monsters, it is completely different from the feeling on the real battlefield.

boom! A young gray dwarf at the forefront finally couldn't help the fear in his heart and pulled the trigger. This gunshot aroused the tension in the hearts of all gray dwarves. The first row of musketeers all fired without receiving orders. More than sixty rounds of projectiles only hit five or six people or horses. At that time, the distance between the cavalry and the cavalry was not very close.

Damn bastard! Let me know who fired the first shot, and I will definitely beat him to death when I get back! The musketeer commander yelled loudly, looking at the cavalry who had reached the optimal shooting range, and quickly ordered the second The platoon of musketeers on standby stepped forward to shoot. After firing more than two hundred rounds of projectiles in three columns, the result was only fifty people.

The cavalry under attack quickly expanded the distance between them, making the subsequent rounds of shooting completely useless. Any mistake on the battlefield will have fatal consequences. The musketeers, who could have fired at least four rounds, were forced to fall back behind the Sartes after being able to fire only three times because of the nervousness and fear of a young man.

The Salters, who were responsible for protecting the flanks, quickly filled the gap left by the gray dwarves' retreat and put up the iron shields in their hands. In his hand was a spear twice as long as a normal spear, pointing directly at the Maro cavalry who were already close at hand. The sound of the shield colliding with the horse in the next second was louder than the gunshot just fired.

The feet of the Salt people who formed the human wall formed a mound of earth behind their feet due to the huge impact, and half of their soles were sunk into the earth. The Maro cavalry were restrained outside the human wall and failed to penetrate this small defense line as they imagined. The strength possessed by the Salt people who have been fighting monsters all year round allows them to stop the oncoming war horses!

The Maro cavalry, whose impact was offset, fell into a situation that all cavalry least wanted to see. The Sartes, who had regained their composure, threw away the spears in their hands that had pierced the bodies of several cavalrymen, pulled out the long swords at their waists, raised the shields in their hands, and surrounded the more than a hundred Maro cavalrymen, harvesting them. These bewildered enemies.

The cavalry in the rear began to flee in the direction they came from, while the cavalry in contact with the Sartes could only fall off their horses wailing. Losing the impact was equivalent to losing their most powerful weapon. They could only try their best. They must leave this meat grinder, otherwise they can only become nameless corpses on the battlefield under the blades and roars of the Salt people.

Although there are some small mistakes, it is a wrong start. Kira looked at the few Maroon cavalry who retreated, smiled and said to the Carthage companions beside him: Such a powerful race has joined the war. , no single Maro legion is our opponent, and we will eventually regain our land.

In Maro's square formation, the legion commander with a beard looked at the formations of the two sides that were about to come into contact, and the cavalry who escaped back shouted to the archmage beside him: We need the help of magic, our soldiers If we are not the opponent of these barbarians, find some way to destroy their formation! Otherwise, we will have no choice but to retreat.

The power of magic slowly gathered around the young Archmage, and several military mages surrounded the Archmage as the main body of spell casting, helping him to steadily gather more and more magic power. The complicated mantras were chanted quickly, and when the Maro Legion was about to come into contact with the Salt people, this magic power seeped into the ground and escaped towards the Salt people's formation.

The power of magic caused huge rocks to emerge from the ground without warning. The huge force caused the flat ground to break into bulges. Those Salters standing on it staggered around, and some even fell from a height and had their heads bleeding. The originally neat square formation was instantly destroyed and became messy and abnormal.

The Maro soldiers, who were already close in front of them, took advantage of the opportunity created by the mage to charge. The spears in his hands stabbed the fallen Salt people indiscriminately, and some people were killed before they could get up. A large number of Maro people were like ants, moving towards the formation of the entire Lightning Legion. During the charge, even the gray dwarves who were protected had to take out their axes to fight these Maro soldiers who broke into the formation.

The clash of swords echoed throughout the battlefield, with flying blood and broken limbs everywhere. The human body that fell to the ground splashed with blood. Faced with such a sudden situation, the Salt people were at a disadvantage. Being divided and surrounded, some people were attacked from both sides and could only form a small group to temporarily resist.

Almost. The power of magic is not only possessed by one party. The skinny black-robed man standing in the middle of the Lightning Legion showed a sinister smile when he looked at the battlefield with many corpses. The spells that had been prepared long ago were released, and the magical power that had just dispersed regrouped on the battlefield, but this time their role was no longer to control the earth.

The dead bodies stood up again one by one, picked up the fallen weapons and began to attack the Maro soldiers around them. Green light burned in their eyes, and these corpses controlled by magic temporarily became weapons in the hands of the mage. When the battle is the fiercest, when the Necromancer is at his most powerful, there are countless corpses on the battlefield for him to control.

Hundreds of undead blocked the gap breached by the Maro soldiers, making the entire defense system complete again. The Salters, who had come back to their senses, began to push back into the Maro formation after clearing away the enemies in the formation. The gray dwarves took out black iron bullets and lit the fuses on them.

He used his thick arms to throw him into the group of Maro warriors. The violent explosion that followed turned these unsuspecting soldiers into pieces of meat flying in the sky. The Lightning Legion, which has advantages in both strength and equipment, does not only have explosive weapons such as artillery.

I'm leaving first. The young archmage snapped his fingers, and the magic staffs held by the Maro soldiers in front of them all exploded. Of course, the equipment at the forefront of the phalanx has been set up with self-destruction spells, considering the possibility of being taken away by the enemy.

The archmage rode up to the large carriage he was using, and began to use the teleportation magic that had been prepared. He smiled and looked at the astonished bearded man and said: Even if I create a chance for you, you can't Defeat these barbarians. The experiment I want to do has been considered a success. And the task of defeating this army will be completed by others... And you, haha... Death is the best punishment for your failure. .”

Asking for recommendations and monthly votes, what should I write? The battle is not good... the war scenes are not good... emotions seem to be bad... I feel a little disgusted with myself... I can't express the scenes in my mind...