Chapter 174 Yang Conspiracy, like a forest like a mountain, super magic
"Whether you attack us or wait there, you're finished, Moriarty!"
Standing proudly at the tip of the arrow array, Shahruman looked coldly at the guard squadron formation two hundred meters away, and smiled disdainfully. Behind him, two consecutive magical rays of light shone every minute.
Then, it was the wonderful brilliance of the first-level spell "Petrified Skin". At the same time, the two Blue Beauty potions were already in the hands of the mages, and they could be replenished immediately if the magic power was insufficient.
It can be said that with the addition of these three mages, Shahruman's side now has indisputable battlefield initiative and combat advantage. And as time goes on, this advantage will be continuously strengthened and strengthened.
Improvement. Until most of the soldiers in Shahruman's battalion are covered with the flash of petrified skin, then even without relying on the strategic magic deterrence and strikes of the fourth-level mage, Shahruman is absolutely confident that he can overwhelm the enemy's array head-on.
As for the guard squadron, if Moriarty planned to also summon beneficial magic for his soldiers, it would be impossible to catch up with the speed of the opponent's two mages casting spells at the same time. But if the whole guard squadron attacked by force, it would be impossible.
You will fall directly into the enemy's magic bombing trap.
"Hey, this is a real conspiracy! Crush them head-on with great strength, no matter how the enemy moves, they can't escape control. It seems that such a strategy must be the handiwork of General Miguel himself." From a distance, Lille looked at
Rehearsing every move of the two parties, he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart. At the same time, he was also worried about the future of his mage advisor's battle. To be honest, even if he was put in Moriarty's position now, Lear would not want to
Not sure how to deal with it.
However, just when the people watching the battle were worried, admiring, or happily looking between the two sides of the exercise, the guard squadron's phalanx suddenly moved.
"Guard squadron, everyone is here! Target, straight ahead, advance slowly!" White's roar sounded loudly on the training ground again.
As the deputy squadron leader's order was issued, the armored infantrymen in the first row of the battle formation first lifted the square shield from the snow with a "snap" and carried it on their arms. Then the ten of them formed a line and took a step forward.
At the same time, the second row of armored infantry also aligned their upper arms with shields and stepped to keep up. Behind them, the gunfire squad, the crossbow squad, the warhammer squad, the wolf cavalry on both wings, and the final rearguard infantry were all in uniform.
Advancing like a forest.
"Ka! Ka! Ka!"
In the wind and snow, the steps of nearly a hundred guards stepped on a palm-thick snow, making a rumble like a giant walking, which made people's hearts tremble.
"Oh my god, there is such a beautiful square array!"
"How did they do that?"
"Erassia's 'Heavy Armor Matrix' isn't that scary, right?"
Looking at the guard squadron that was slowly approaching Shahruman's brigade like a moving steel city through the heavy snow, the soldiers of the city defense army who were watching the battle no longer ignored the strict military discipline and started talking among themselves in low voices. And this
At this time, the officers who were supposed to scold and restrain their subordinates seemed to be completely indifferent. They just stared blankly at the perfect phalanx that had only existed in their dreams before, secretly speechless.
"What a wonderful phalanx march. I really can't imagine what method that boy Moriarty used to bring together so many soldiers of different races and still create such a beautiful and neat battle formation.
It seems that he is not only a magic genius, but also an outstanding commander." On the viewing platform, when he saw the phalanx of the guard squadron advancing, Cruyff, who had been silent all the time, could no longer bear it.
He praised in a deep voice.
"indeed."
Hearing such a comment, Miguel also nodded. Although he is still unhappy with Moriarty, this does not mean that the general will close his eyes and tell lies and belittle his "enemy" without principle. Even if,
If possible, Miguel has considered how to dig out some people from the guard squadron after the exercise to explore and replicate the training method of this perfect battle formation.
It's just that unlike Miguel, the boss's changing thoughts, as the real enemy of the guard squadron on the exercise field, Shahruman was really and abnormally surprised when he saw the steel battle formation slowly pressing towards him like a city or a mountain.
I felt a huge sense of oppression coming towards me. And the sense of sure victory and confidence that I had just gained from the huge magical advantage was mostly eliminated in an instant under this pressure.
"Come on! Moriarty, come up here if you feel like it!" As if to vent some of his emotions, Shahruman yelled at the guard squadron in the distance. However, all he received in response was mechanical footsteps.
The sound and the enemy formation that kept coming forward.
One hundred and eighty meters... one hundred and seventy meters... one hundred sixty meters... one hundred and fifty meters...
"Everyone, stop!" Finally, when the guard squadron's phalanx advanced until it was still 140 meters away from the "arrow cluster" of Saluman's battalion, White gave the order to stop again.
"Come up! You guys should come up!" Seeing the enemy formation suddenly stop, Shahruman was a little confused and a little wary, so he called out loudly again.
However, the guard squadron still responded with silence to the enemy's words.
"Your Excellency Captain, do we want to take the initiative to attack?" At this time, a mid-level soldier behind Shahruman asked in a low voice.
"No." Shahruman didn't even look back, and just spat out a few words from between his teeth: "Continue to implement the established tactics, don't be fooled by their teasing moves!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
At the critical moment, Shahruman's mind was still extremely clear. Although the movement of the guard squadron showed amazing integrity and discipline, which was admirable and even stunning, it could not directly change its disadvantaged situation. So as long as
If Shahruman himself makes no mistakes, then the initiative on the battlefield will still be firmly in his hands. Now, what the city defense army has to do is to continue to wait, waiting for its battlefield advantage to be strong enough to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.
However, what Shahruman needed was to wait, and what Moriarty needed to move into place happened to be the time for the other party to wait.
Passing through the gap in the square array, Moriarty calmly looked at the fourth-level mage in the center of the arrow array about 150 meters away, and began to whisper the curse.
"Well? What spell is he summoning? Breath of wind, petrified skin, or magic shield?" Soon, the fourth-level mage of Shahruman's team keenly detected Moriarty's spell, but he did not have any
Worry about being attacked. Because at such a distance, ordinary first- and second-level spells simply don't have enough range. Therefore, all the fourth-level mage can think of are some buffing spells similar to his own.
"It's just that it's too late to start summoning spells for the soldiers under my command now, isn't it? Ha!" The fourth-level mage finally sneered and shook his head, with a little more disappointment and ridicule in his eyes.
"It's the fireball technique..."
Unlike the blind and useless guesses of the fourth-level mage, just when Moriarty spit out the first spell from his mouth, the two great arcane masters on the viewing platform had clearly detected the content of the spell cast by the three-level mage.
.However, neither Mrs. Hanquan nor Dean Figaro believes that the second-level spell can hit the target across a distance of 150 meters, unless...
As if they thought of a possibility at the same time, Mrs. Hanquan and Figaro looked at each other inexplicably. However, Mrs. Hanquan's eyes flashed with surprise, while Figaro's eyes showed deep interest.
"Let's see, maybe there will be a surprise." Dean Figaro first withdrew his gaze and said with a smile for the first time.
"Okay." Mrs. Hanquan also nodded, but the surprise in her eyes turned into complexity.
About two minutes later, when the two second-level mages of Saluman's brigade drank the second bottle of Blue Beauty respectively, and were about to continue summoning petrified skins for the remaining armored infantry, suddenly there was a strong surge of magic in the phalanx of the guard squadron.
He stood up. Immediately, the fourth-level mage who received the telepathy stared at it, and what he saw was a red fireball the size of a basketball that had been formed in the palm of Moriarty's hand.
"Fireball? Why fireball? What is the use of summoning fireball?"
In an instant, the fourth-level mage seemed to have panicked. He could not understand the use of his opponent's summoned fireball in such an occasion. You know, the fourth-level mage's magic wand was currently storing three rounds.
Fireball. If it could be used, the fourth-level mage would have thrown all three fireballs to the guard squadron. However, the distance between the two parties has never reached the maximum range of the fireball. Therefore, the fourth-level mage will always
I have endured it till now.
Before everyone could react, the fireball in Moriarty's hand suddenly floated into the air and escaped from his palm. At the same time, a strong and dazzling golden-red light suddenly lit up on the fingertips of the mage's right hand, as if it was condensed.
The fire was like a fire. Then, Moriarty's fingertips were seen lightly touching the suspended fireball.
"Snapped!"
After a soft sound that seemed to explode, the originally stationary red fireball seemed to be strongly stimulated. Like a cannonball, it followed a flat, low-arc trajectory that was obviously different from ordinary fireballs, heading towards 150.
The Shahruman brigade fired at them rapidly.
"No! 'Remote Super Magic'!" When he saw the special magic light on Moriarty's finger, the fourth-level mage immediately shouted out loud, and at the same time his face turned as pale as an undead. Unfortunately, his voice finally faded.
It was still a beat too slow. By the time Saruman could react, Moriarty's long-range fireball technique had already been completed and activated.
Passing through the flying snow in the sky, carrying the flaming and destructive aura that definitely does not belong to the winter ice field, in everyone's astonishment, the blazing fireball descended on Shahruman's brigade.
