Chapter five hundred and forty-seven love magic, army formation, breaking formation
"Sure enough, I still love the elements the most."
A bolt of lightning and a fireball killed a pair of Pegasus knights with a wave of his hand, and Moriarty couldn't help but exhale softly with "comfort".
As a magician at heart, someone loves magic after all. Especially with the magic aura and the elemental field, more and more low-level spells can be cast instantly. How can it be called "cool"!?
Next, without the elf knights' air strikes to restrain them, the two-sword rangers who had just gathered around were massacred by Moriarty again. A moment later, nearly ten elf warriors were collectively killed, and a huge chaos ensued.
The clouds disrupted the flow of mist throughout the street.
"Try to leave as soon as possible."
Taking advantage of the small gap he had just made, Moriarty quickly looked left and right, suddenly spread the flame wings on his back, and tried to break through from the air.
However, just when he was fluttering his wings and was barely a few feet off the ground, an invisible pressure suddenly came under his hood, forcing Moriarty back to the ground, and he was unable to take off again.
At the same time, as if stimulated by the ignited black flames, in a large area nearby, a massive amount of white mist surged toward Moriarty from various streets as if it was a shark smelling blood. In the blink of an eye, the clouds undulated.
Just as the roaring waves hit the table, new white mist elves emerged quickly, occupying the entire street.
And unlike the previous "stragglers", these newly emerged elves are not only numerous in number, but also have a wide range of professional categories: not only include double sword rangers and Pegasus knights, but also wear leaf rings on their heads and hold harps and short bows.
A harp archer and a specialized defender wearing heavy armor and holding a buckler high.
But the most surprising thing is that all the white mist elves are standing in an orderly manner with sharp edges and corners, forming a strict battle formation. There is also a battlefield aura coming out from the formation, invisibly frightening everything around them.
"army?!"
Seeing the sudden appearance of the hundred-man army formation, Moriarty couldn't help but his eyes turned cold, and his expression became more solemn than ever before.
It's not that he was just afraid of this battle formation.
If you really push forward with domain-level power, no matter what the military formation is, it will be broken through like a hot knife cutting through butter, unless there is a strong Yakuza of the same level in the opponent's formation.
However, if it is not allowed or inconvenient to use the power of the domain, then it will be difficult to compete with the tightly organized military formation by relying only on personal martial arts or low-level magic. You must know that the rules of the world, the army is
The most powerful killing machine. It is the most efficient defense system that can be condensed by mortals or mid-to-low-end forces. Even high-level professionals can easily kill hundreds of scattered soldiers, but when faced with a well-trained
When the squadrons gather together, they are still touched, and they may not dare to attack at will.
Now, Moriarty is in a strange ancient ruins, with the remaining power of the Moon God covering everything. It is better to use many alien powers as little as possible to avoid overly irritating the local restrictions. Otherwise, just like the Wings of Black Flame just now
Just like that, it triggered a huge counterattack from the ruins. It was really unexpected and the gain outweighed the gain.
Quickly, the elf battle formation was formed, and there were faint shouts and shouts from the mountains, and they began to slowly press towards the target. It really felt like the oppression of the top of the mountain.
Seeing this, Moriarty finally just sneered, then swiped the edge of his sword and rushed forward to kill.
No matter what, trying out the quality and strength of the elven military formation in front of you can be regarded as a different kind of "archaeology".
Sure enough, unlike the previous stragglers, when they saw the enemy on the opposite side taking the initiative to bully them, the military formations that were advancing toward each other immediately stopped.
At the same time, the specialized defenders in the first row stepped forward, raised their round shields, and moved closer to each other, immediately forming a tight iron wall.
On both wings, five pairs of Pegasus knights also took off collectively, outflanking Moriarty from the left and right.
There are also a large number of dual-sword rangers standing ready behind the specialized defenders, ready to fill possible gaps at any time or to encircle and kill advancing enemies with an absolute numerical advantage.
However, what really made Moriarty feel pressured and dangerous were the elven archers at the end of the military formation.
It is recorded in history that the reason why the elves were able to dominate the continent of Antagrich relied on their superb magic civilization and unparalleled archery skills. In particular, the elite archers of this race were the gods of death on the battlefield.
, has extremely high killing efficiency.
Sure enough, just as the troops in the front divided up to respond to the enemy, they saw the harp shooters at the back lined up in a neat row, and in an instant they raised their bows and fired their arrows.
Then, a faint sound of "buzz" was heard, and more than twenty air arrows were shot out collectively, covering everything within a five-meter radius centered on Moriarty. Moreover, the sharp energy carried by these air arrows
In fact, it is even better than those real crossbow arrows with copper and iron arrowheads.
This is the art of archery in the army!
It not only requires the accuracy of the shooter itself, but also emphasizes perfect coordination and saturation strikes in collective attacks.
Just like in front of you, some arrows are aimed at the target itself, while others are deliberately "shot crookedly" to block the space for the opponent to move. If it were an ordinary person, under such intensive shooting, I am afraid that he would not be able to survive even one round.
, at least the injuries must be serious.
Moreover, there are many harp archers in this battle formation who have the skill of "serial shooting". Just when the first arrow leaves the string, the second air arrow is already fully stretched, and in the blink of an eye, it is shot out with lightning, hitting the front.
The target makes a second round of non-stop attacks.
Faced with the downpour of arrows, Moriarty did not slow down and continued to advance straight ahead.
At the same time, he saw the elemental rainbow pillar around him flashing rapidly: "Breath of Wind", "Petrified Skin", "Magic Shield", "Bloodthirsty", four consecutive first-level spells were cast out in succession.
The brilliant magical light directly illuminates the entire street in the night.
Then, faced with the dense arrows that arrived in front of him in an instant, Moriarty also did not make any drastic evasions. Instead, he just aimed at the limited gap between the arrows, used highly accelerated movements, twisted his body angle, avoided vital points, and turned sideways.
Pass them by. As for those attacks that are really unavoidable, just use the magic sword to fly them away or rely on the power of "petrified skin" and "magic shield" to block them.
In this way, in just half a second, Moriarty was able to find a way out of what seemed like a dead end and pass through the hail of arrows.
As a price, the "petrified skin" and "magic shield" that were blessed have already exhausted their energy and collapsed after resisting a limited number of air arrows.
However, when the elemental rainbow pillar flashes again, the new magic is replenished.
At this time, Moriarty also jumped up, volleyed over the outermost line of specialized defenders, and entered the elves' main formation.
Seeing this, the elves behind the shield wall didn't panic at all. Just when the enemy fell, more than a squadron of double-sword rangers rushed in like a tide, trying to drown the invading target as soon as possible.
However, I am afraid no one would have thought that when Moriarty was trapped in such a tight siege, it would be much easier and safer than facing the swarm of harp shooters just now. Because even if the surrounding elven warriors seem dense, due to the limited space,
, but only less than ten people can actually kill Moriarty. With the martial arts of high-level combat classes and the high speed of "Breath of Wind", he can deal with it calmly. Even, because of the many double-sword ranger works
Because of the obstruction, the elf archer behind him was unable to fire his bow freely and had to silence his bow.
Taking advantage of this excellent fighting opportunity, Moriarty immediately took action ruthlessly. He continued to kill among the elves with his sword, constantly disrupting the originally tight battle formation. At the same time, he continuously shot fireballs to attack the group of harp shooters at the rear.
Do coverage bombing.
However, in just one minute, not many of the dual-sword rangers who swarmed forward were killed, but most of the elf archers on the other side were already killed.
It has to be said that the fireball technique is indeed a good weapon to break the Phalanx. Whether it is the shock wave of the explosion or the random splashing fire, it is a mass damage holy item, enough to cause a devastating blow in a small area.
After a while, the harp archers in the elven army formation were almost wiped out. From the beginning to the end, except for the first wave of shooting opportunities, these elven archers never had the chance to shoot a single air arrow.
After taking care of the Harp Archer who threatened the most, Moriarty's offensive suddenly became calmer. At the same time, he no longer held back any of the double-sword rangers around him and began to kill them wantonly.
Five minutes later, all of them, including the specialized defenders, double-sword rangers, and Pegasus knights, were killed one after another by Moriarty's sword slashes or magic attacks.
In the end, when the last fleeing silver-winged Pegasus was shot down by two consecutive "magic arrows" from behind by Moriarty, the entire hundred-man elf battle formation was wiped out.
For a moment, as if the tide was ebbing, the billowing mist retreated away from the area, temporarily revealing a clear world.
"The military formation is indeed a great weapon... Although we are still victorious, the cost of fighting has increased several times... not to mention that the difficulty and danger in the process have also increased..."
Standing on the no longer hazy street, looking at the boiling white mist at the end of the road in the distance that seemed to be retreating to heal, Moriarty was flooded with thoughts.
To be honest, if this ancient ruins continues to use mist to condense similar elven formations to attack, then Moriarty can only hold down about five more in a row, and he will have to use the black flame burst.
Or a strategic-level killer weapon like the Domain. Otherwise, it will eventually be submerged in the rolling military flow due to the lack of strength in continuous battles.
Fortunately, it seems that this field is not that smart yet, or there are not that many battle formations that can be used to consume Moriarty.
It was only quiet for about three minutes. Suddenly, the dense fog at the end of the street began to steam and howl again.
But this time, the white mist that condensed from all directions finally converged into a behemoth that was more than ten meters tall.
When Moriarty looked around again, he saw a majestic tree standing in front of him. (To be continued. (.))
