From Wild Mage to Wizard King

As the fifty apprentice mages cast spells together, the elements around the environment began to be mobilized.

Across from the coalition, Harber looked at the movement caused by the apprentice mages casting spells and hesitated a little.

Such a weak first-ring spell.

Harber thought about it, hesitated for a while, and still did not interfere.

He constructed a spell model, holding a spell model in one hand while observing the spell traces in front of him.

Under his gaze, the weak first-ring spell was quickly completed.

Then, under his gaze, when the first-ring spell that he thought was weak was completed, it instantly burst out with a spell power that was dozens of times stronger than he expected.

These colorful spells quickly covered the front line where the two sides were fighting and deadlocked.

Group blessing, group fanaticism, group erosion, group life absorption.

Under the reinforcement of a series of spells, the aura of the golden soldiers became stronger and stronger, and the elements injected into their bodies from all directions covered their golden armor with a thin layer of light.

After the blessing spell ended, a series of single and precise necromancy spells were quickly released, targeting all the extraordinary knights surrounded by the golden soldiers.

Due to the strong concealment of these necromancy spells, most of them successfully hit the target under the cover of the colorful blessing spells before.

Some extraordinary knights who were not prepared, because they had to face the golden soldiers whose strength suddenly increased, and were suddenly attacked by the necromancy spells, were accidentally killed by the golden soldiers who rushed over.

After killing these extraordinary knights, the number of golden soldiers who could be deployed to the front line was also increased.

The originally stalemate battle situation began to tilt towards Roland.

As the extraordinary knights were surrounded and killed by the golden soldiers, the grassroots officers were marked by the rear casters and the elite snipers, and even the elite soldiers were a little bit overwhelmed in the face of this situation.

At this time, one of the three-ring knights who had not taken action in the coalition forces finally couldn't help but choose to take action.

He rode on a warhorse, turned into a beam of light and rushed into the air from the coalition army. Then, he aimed at the position of the caster, like a hurricane, passed all the golden soldiers from the air, and crashed directly into the direction of the caster.

Countless wind and waves gathered around him, forming a wind spiral visible to the naked eye.

Roland raised his head slightly and looked at the three-ring knight who fell from the sky.

Although Roland still wanted to train his soldiers, the three-ring knight was not something that this quick-made army could deal with. Unless he risked his life, and he didn't run, he couldn't be killed.

Roland shook his head with some regret. He stretched out his right index finger, and a small black ball condensed at his fingertips.

Then, a tiny beam of light shot out from his index finger and instantly penetrated the head of the third-level knight in the air. At the same time, the thick undead power instantly devoured all his vitality.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone on the battlefield, the three-ring knight who had stirred up a storm like a god died without any chance to fight back.

Looking at the body of the three-ring knight slowly falling from the air, the whole battlefield fell silent.

Not only the coalition forces were shocked, but also Roland's side.

Although they knew that Roland was very strong when they were severely trained by Roland in the barracks, was it too exaggerated to kill the three-ring knight with one blow?

However, this silence did not last long. With the sound of drums, the golden soldiers all came back to their senses. With their morale soaring, they pushed forward directly.

On the coalition side, after the third-level knight was easily killed in seconds, the morale of the elite soldiers also collapsed completely and began to flee.

Chahar looked at the body falling from the sky and was stunned. This third-level knight was much stronger than him. In the past, when they sparred, Chahar had more losses than victories.

Even he could be killed in seconds, so what about himself?

Thinking of this, Chahar subconsciously looked at Haber on the side and asked.

"Can you fight against this kind of witchcraft?"

Haber turned his head and looked at him with lifeless eyes and said.

"You think too highly of me. I surrender. You can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Haber directly put his most precious staff aside, then directly put his hands on his head, squatted down, and said to himself.

"My lord, I am just working for others. I surrender, I surrender."

On the side, Chahar looked at Haber who suddenly became like this, and he was a little confused about what he was doing.

On Roland's side, Roland also sensed the magic power that Haber deliberately leaked, and he sensed it from a distance.

A second-level spellcaster of Sinar? Let the captive come to be a teacher.

Thinking of this, Roland made a mark on her from a distance.

Crouching on the ground, Haber sensed the elements approaching from all around him, and gathered them into a simple mark on his body that could be easily erased. Knowing that Roland did not intend to kill him, he finally let go of his worries.

He glanced at Chahar beside him and said hurriedly.

"Sir, this guy next to me is also willing to surrender with his troops, what do you think?"

Roland, who was about to withdraw his perception, glanced at Chahar again and casually pinched a few more marks for Haber.

Haber patted the dust off his body, stood up again, and stretched out his right hand while moving a few simple marks on his hand.

He looked at Chahar, who was confused, and spoke.

"I have surrendered to that lord, and he has accepted my surrender. What about you?"

Chahar looked at the elemental mark on his hand, looked at him suspiciously, and said hesitantly.

"Can you wizards communicate from such a distance?"

"Don't worry about it, just give me a straight answer, do you surrender or not?"

Harber rolled his eyes and said.

"Yes, why not?"

Chahar nodded, and took the mark from Harber while speaking.

He looked at the mark, then looked down at his body, thought about it, and put the mark directly on the center of the armor.

"Okay, gather your troops and prepare to surrender. Oh, and help gather the deserters."

Harber said the previous words, and after seeing some golden soldiers capturing prisoners in the defeated coalition army, he quickly added another sentence.

Chahar nodded and followed Harber's words. While gathering his troops to surrender, he also captured all the escaped soldiers.

At this moment, with the sound of horse hooves, the last third-level knight of the coalition army rushed out from one side of the battlefield with 800 elite cavalrymen. Behind them, hundreds of elite soldiers were still running wildly, following them.

They were originally full of murderous intent, ready to use the advantages of cavalry on the battlefield, kill all sides, and turn the tide of the battle. After entering the battlefield, they found that something seemed wrong.

Didn't they say that the front line was stalemate? What's the situation now?

Seeing the coalition army in a complete rout, which was completely different from the previous elite, the elite soldiers who were fleeing like miscellaneous soldiers, and the golden soldiers who were chasing the rout and cleaning the battlefield, the soldiers who came were all stunned.

Especially the third-level knight at the front, he thought about the news that he had just received to attack from the flank and break the deadlock on the battlefield, and took another look at the battlefield that had ended.

Ah?