Ride and Cut

The smoke is roughly in the middle of the two sides at first, and will slowly move towards the weaker side of the attack over time.

The Pompeii Master Group is obviously more in number, with higher titles, and more formal organization. In theory, it is undoubtedly a more powerful spellcasting force than its opponents.

Battle—In many cases, theory is just theory. As long as there are eyes, it is not difficult to see that the elemental smoke not only did not hit the Stuart's face as expected, but began to move towards the side of the Pompeii in mid-air, slowly but unstoppable!

In other words, the Pompeii Masters, which have a better book strength, are at a disadvantage in the confrontation!

Anyone who is a little knowledgeable knows that this must not be blamed on the mages for not working hard.

There are too many off-site factors—Winter City, as one of the largest cities in Stuart, is equipped with a magic extraction device. Using the magic circle to extract the original magic power contained in the magic crystal, after a series of purification and transformation, it can be directly used by the wizard, which can save its own magic power and shorten the casting time.

The role of this super-large alchemy equipment in the confrontation of the mage is self-evident, but because the structure is too complex, there is basically no portability at all, and the Pompeii army from afar did not have it.

It is like two children fighting in mud. One is thirsty, drinking milk and hungry and eating meat, while the other can only hold back tears on an empty stomach, full of grievances and hard resistance. This kind of confrontation, which was unfair from the beginning, does not reflect the true level of both parties at all.

In addition, there is a more important reason because of those fire mages who used the spells for the trebuchet just now, one of them is considered to be none of them participating in the battle!

They are not deliberately sabotaging their work, but are hiding in the carriage and concentrating on meditation.

In order to create as quiet an environment as possible for them, the servants of the mages wearing white gloves and tuxedos had to pull up the inner and outer velvet curtains on the battlefield to light the fragrance of the fragrance.

Since there is no free lunch in the world, naturally there will be no free spells. The earth-shaking power has always been at the cost of earth-shaking consumption.

The trebuchet is easy to reset, but the consumed magic power is not so fast to replenish it. Even if the magic crystal is open for supply, these fire wizards will have to rest for at least a quarter of an hour, don't expect to be effective in a short time.

A series of factors work together to create an embarrassing situation.

The hands of the Pompeii wizards did not stop for a moment, and the spells left a splendid trajectory in the air, as if meteors were rubbing in the atmosphere.

These powerful and dense spells, frontally destroying the charge of an elite cavalry brigade, are as easy as bending over to pick up a piece of grass.

But this can't change the fact that they are suppressed at all, because the opponent's spells are faster, more, and stronger! If the competition between the two powers is bound to have one injury, then it seems that it is only Pompeii who swallow the bitter fruit of failure at this moment!

"Damn it, Dragon Knight!" Even though Gaoshan Fort was in the theater, Richard couldn't help but burst into flames.

It is not enough to describe this virtue with absolute strength advantage!

Before the war, the legion ward passed him, and it was Stuart star Seedorf who sat in Winter City. At that time, he still thought it was funny. What kind of **** star would only defend the city? Returning the "rock", even the "anvil" is not easy to use in the face of absolute strength.

And now the Lord Lord is completely convinced—not Seedorf, but the pig brains of the high-level Pompeii Expeditionary Army!

From the beginning of the full fire blasting the city wall, Seedorf was firmly grasped every step of the way, and the interlocking accuracy was surprisingly accurate. It's almost as if the two sides are cooperating in the acting. Anything that makes a little mistake in the middle, it will definitely not be uncomfortable at this point!

The dragon knight assault can undoubtedly solve the current predicament, but with the strong strength of the Pompeii Expeditionary Army, it has been reduced to relying on the dragon knight to fight the fire, which is undoubtedly a dark history for all officers.

Lord Lord has not had time to do anything, so he should learn a piece of black history first, which tells him how he can not be annoyed.

"Boss, look over there!" Gunther threw away the melon seeds and patted his lord's arm straight into the distance.

"Ang!" Before Richard had time to react, Long Yin suddenly sounded. The long, loud and bright brass pipes resounding like thousands of yards long sounded in resonance, making people's ears sore.

When he turned his head, he saw two giant dragons with more than ten blades flapping their wings into the air, and the two figures on their backs looked extremely small in comparison. It was Higuain and the other dragon knight, Earl Zed. His mount was a mature Frost Dragon, which looked a whole lap larger than Higuain’s Osiris.

"Huh." Even if Richard has always been uncomfortable with Higuain, this little kid, he has to admit that the Dragon Knight does have the capital to break the deadlock.

The broad dragon wings were flattened in mid-air, and the air current pushed the dragon to fly to Wintery City at an astonishing speed.

Watching the dragon gradually go away, the lord could not help but be obsessed with the scene before him-roaring, cursing, wailing; **** battles on the wall, rain of arrows like locusts, bright smoke; arrows on fire in the tall columbine, spells like meteors Like cutting through the sky, the wizard's robes hunted and danced under the agitation of the air current.

There is also the huge dragon beast that soars in the sky, challenging the larger Xiongcheng in the distance.

All of this came together, and it was a hundred times more shocking than any image that Richard had seen. He took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling the most extreme visual impact rushing toward his face, and his whole body could not help but stand up one by one.

Richard couldn't help but miss that precious camera once, and with the touch of a button, it can become eternal in an instant.

"It would be great if this can be recorded." So Lord Lord murmured subconsciously. Sometimes even if he knew he couldn't go back, he couldn't help but miss the convenience.

"I! I'm a painter!" Monet grabbed his paintbrush and rushed to the drawing board. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com talked and shuddered, trembling all over his body.

Richard turned his head and looked at the painter, who is said to be very famous, and started to create like a crazy weird.

Whether it's the offense or the defender, no one will stand still and be a model. The warrior who was still in the limelight at this moment might have his head cut off by the crossbow in the next moment.

At the beginning, Monet was still preparing to describe it carefully, but the battlefield situation was not enough to change quickly, how could there be so much time and brushstrokes.

So he quickly abandoned this senseless persistence. Instead, focus on depicting the "feeling" with more arbitrary brushstrokes.

His eyes became brighter, and the expression of a certain layman became more puzzled.

Richard has seen the line sketches he hooked up for himself, as well as some of his previous paintings, which are very delicate. As for this picture, um, it's very, very "impression"—in the eyes of some laymen, as long as the painting is not like it, there is definitely no value.

Unfortunately, Lord Lord is just such a layman.