After recovering slightly, Ian immediately cast the Earth Mother Vitality Healing Technique on everyone to temporarily stop the bleeding from the wound, and then quickly cast a protective spell so that they could rush into the crowd and join Prescott.
Seeing Ian's sudden recovery, the knights thought that he had cast some forbidden spell, so they did not dare to waste time and immediately launched a charge.
With the protective spell, they suddenly felt much more relaxed.
Ian returned the sword to its sheath and quickly thought about any magic that could help the team. He soon thought of a magic he had learned early on. This is a group magic with little lethality. Ian rarely used it and therefore did not have a third one.
I remembered it for a moment.
He now feels that maybe this kind of magic is the trump card on the battlefield.
Second level magic, red ant acid mist!
It was used dozens of times in a row, covering the entire area of about 500 yards with a thick layer of fog, making it possible to see friends and enemies clearly only at close range.
After doing all this, he connected the spiritual powers of the seven people, using him to share their vision and distinguish between friends and foes.
So they were immediately freed from this vague, noisy and dangerous environment.
"What now?"
With the fog as cover, they didn't have to withstand the constant attacks from all over. Prescott quickly picked them up, and they reunited, but for a while they didn't know what to do.
"When we go back, I will cast red ant acid fog all the way to confuse their vision. If this fog is not interfered by strong winds and wizards, it will not disperse for at least thirty minutes. If we can delay it for thirty minutes, we have completed the task."
Prescott raised his hand to chop off a desperate soldier, and then looked at Ian very worriedly, although he could only see a red mist: "Didn't you say that you lost your mental energy after killing him? How...
…Have you used forbidden magic?”
Forbidden magic is also a type of witchcraft. It usually drains the wizard's life potential in exchange for short-term power. The sequelae are extremely serious and may lead to the loss of promotion potential.
Wizards would not use it until the critical moment, and Prescott was also worried that Ian had used some forbidden magic to suddenly regain his mental power.
"Second-level alchemy potion...you understand!"
Ian replied in a heart-wrenching tone, if there weren't hundreds of soldiers around them desperately rushing towards them, he would never have used the power of evil spirits. That was a small bottle that he had only come back after going through many hardships.
Everyone yelled, and immediately jumped into the battle again.
"What now?"
They are now being dragged by these guards, and they are completely determined to die with them. Even if the fog appears, they can come over through the sound of fighting after a brief period of confusion, and bite a few people so hard that they cannot move at all.
Even if their fighting spirit is much higher than that of the other party, the other party relies on the human sea tactics to kill them sooner or later. Not far in front of a few people, a herald blew the copper whistle. In Ian's mental power, the soldiers listened.
He came over with a whistle.
"Go to hell!"
Ian nailed him to the ground with a bone spear, interrupting his intention to continue summoning enemy soldiers.
The location of the surrounding enemies appeared in Prescott's mind, and he then marked a point in that direction with the fewest enemies: "How about I use the trick from last time again, repel these cavalry, and then run there.
It is safer to withdraw from the battlefield from there."
As for the battlefield here, they have done enough.
The first thing he did after returning was to find and kill those bastard nobles who caused the collapse of 2,000 people. They were really pig teammates.
"good!"
Prescott
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He nodded without thinking.
"Gather them together first!"
The knights immediately encouraged their fighting spirit to activate the energy field here, attracting soldiers who had awakened their fighting spirit.
Under Ian's mental scanning, the guards and senior officers who were frantically trying to snatch back the corpse of the opponent's legion leader rushed here quickly. When more than twenty people gathered, he stopped waiting and immediately drew his sword.
Return the sword, draw the sword, return the sword.
In the red mist, two invisible sword energies flew towards them silently, one after the other, as if the God of Death waved his sickle and began to harvest the brilliant fruits of life.
Puff puff puff!
Under the cover of the mist, the soldiers who only had knights and attendants did not notice the threat at all. Until they broke into two pieces and fell off their horses, no one knew that so many people had died.
Amidst the rumble of horse hooves, the rest of the enemy troops rushed towards the enemy without knowing anything.
Everyone saw all this in the mental power shared by Ian. They all swallowed their saliva and were too nervous to speak. Even the strongest Prescott could not help but secretly imagine what he would do if he faced this.
What will happen if you do a dirty trick?
He felt a chill on his neck and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
"Walk!"
Ian commanded silently with his mental power. Prescott immediately put aside these wild imaginations and silently charged in the direction he directed. No one spoke a word along the way, just like a puppet, mechanically repeating chopping movements.
Under the cover of the red ant acid mist, they quietly exited the battlefield.
As the enemy regiment's commander died, most of them were trapped by the red ant acid mist suddenly cast by Ian. The soldiers could not see the flag and could only follow the whistle and move towards the herald. Only a few of them were able to do so.
He continued to chase and kill the soldiers from the monastery side.
This stalemate lasted for more than an hour. After the effect of the magic dissipated, these people slowly reunited under the guidance of a major with a senior knight rank, and finally slowly approached their friendly forces.
When the monastery saw this, they immediately reacted and issued an order to retreat. Finally, they withdrew from the battlefield without paying any price. The two sides had a temporary truce. This time it was the other side's turn to clean up the battlefield.
The wind was still blowing towards the monastery today, but Ian didn't have any thoughts about feeling sick after eating because what happened today made him full of anger.
You must know that he has to go to the front line every time. If he encounters such a teammate in the future, ten lives may not be enough to kill him.
"Scott, what did Clapham say?"
Ian asked angrily. Just after he came back, he asked Prescott to take the body of the lord knight to Clapham Mia, wanting to ask her how she dealt with him.
The main culprit of such a situation, which almost caused a complete defeat on the battlefield, is the shameful desertion. It is really not enough to maintain military discipline without killing, and it is not enough to stabilize the morale of the army without death.
But Prescott had an angry look on his face, as if someone had offended him: "The body was handed over, but she was not seen."
"Why?" Ian was stunned at first, and then realized that Prescott was just a small captain, and he was not under her regiment. Clapham neither wanted nor had any need to see her.
Naturally, the senior knight was unhappy at being ignored.
Ian could only continue to ask, "Do you know how those nobles were dealt with?"
Prescott's anger continued, and he replied angrily: "It's okay! I heard Master Julian say that those scum donated all their wealth to come up with a talent formula, and asked Peg Hardy to speak for them. Finally,
Joined a Count's legion, nothing will happen."
"Oh shit,
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What kind of military discipline is there?"
Ian cursed loudly after hearing this, but he didn't know who he was scolding.
"What about us? What did Clapham say? Killing a regiment commander can at least give us first-class merit."
First-class skills can be exchanged for at least a profound fighting spirit cultivation method, or the equivalent of 1,000 level 3 energy stones and 400 level 3 magic stones.
From this we can see how precious first-class merit is, and a general in an army is not so easy to kill.
Unexpectedly, Presco waved his hand directly, and the sarcasm on his face could not be concealed: "Oh, you and Marcus are just waiting for punishment, and there is no merit at all."
"Grass!"
Ian is completely furious now. He is no longer a human being, right?
With such a precious second-level magic potion, he almost fell into the siege of the other party's guards and couldn't get out. If he hadn't finally remembered that there was a miraculous magic like red ant acid mist, they would have definitely gone through a hard battle without reducing their numbers.
There's no way out.
He was just trying so hard to save the monastery from losing a little bit, but Clapham now completely obliterated everything he had done with just a word of guilt. How could he not be angry?
What makes Ian even more upset is that Prescott and the other six Cavaliers brothers should not have received such unfair treatment, but they were forced to suffer this kind of disaster.
In anger, Ian even wanted to go too far and think that if he went to the battlefield in the future, he would be completely ruined. He didn't care about the outcome of the battle, as long as he took the initiative on the battlefield, the mission would be completed.
But after calming down, he still couldn't sit back and watch the people of the monastery being massacred by the enemy. To a certain extent, those people who had been put together temporarily could also be regarded as members of the monastery.
The first tenet of the monastic order is the support of companions and must not be deviated from.
Exactly so.
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In Devon County, for some reason, Hercules took the apprentices from Norton Mountain and left Todus Cemetery and rushed to a specific place.
These are all apprentices who have lived in the monastery for nearly ten years without awakening, and have grown up in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, they are being led by the Dean of the Hyderian Monastery, carrying heavy packages on their backs, and setting off to perform the first mission in their lives, a very precious mission worth 100 contribution points.
"Hercules, what are you taking them for?" Dougherty's voice came, but the person was nowhere to be seen.
Hercules was not surprised. He smiled and replied: "I talked to the soldiers some time ago. They said they were worried about being unable to take care of their relatives at home. They also said that Clapham wanted to recruit retired knights again and wanted my help, so he brought
Let’s go with these children and files to visit the hometowns of those soldiers and see if there is anything we need help with.”
It turned out that what those apprentices were carrying on their backs were the files of the Knights of Death of the Sentinels, which contained their complete information, including their family status.
Dougherty was silent for a long time, "You don't deal with so many big things, and you still have time to care about these trivial things... How many years have passed, haven't you changed your bad habits?"
Hercules smiled and said indifferently: "How can you say it is a trivial matter? How can you not pay attention to such a big thing as eating and farming? I made a promise. Besides, aren't there you and Mia?
, where can I be needed without the two of you."
Doherty snorted, not knowing whether it was anger or something. After a while, she said in a hesitant tone, "Clapham seemed to be suspicious of Ian. She tried to peek into Ian's secret, but I stopped her and warned her.
So don’t worry for now. But Clapham Mia is not someone who gives up so easily... What are you hiding from Ian, Hercules?"
"Nothing." Hercules did not answer, but said, "...let her do it." What should be hidden has been hidden, and what she can't find.