Dragon Contract God

A potion master was sent to understand the condition of the poisoned people and collect samples of the poisoned well water, while the old man with the big nose led Mo Le and others to the top of the city to observe the enemy's camp.

Boulders one person tall were thrown over by the catapult roaring from hundreds of meters away. Although they knew that they were protected by magic shields and would not hit themselves, the visual impact was very powerful. Everyone who saw it couldn't help their legs go weak, but the old man with the big nose in the lead didn't change his expression, and the others had no choice but to keep their faces expressionless.

Moller saw that the soldiers sent to defend the city had set up three huge machines in the city that were similar in structure to the catapult. The middle shelf was fifteen or six meters high, and the horizontal lever was more than 20 meters. The position of the stone was replaced by a large spoon-like metal vessel. The inside and outside of this large spoon were engraved with magic patterns, obviously a magic item.

"This is a throwing train. With the special high-level magic fuel, it can throw a rain of fire equivalent to the power of eighth-level magic on the enemy's formation." The big-nosed old man said to Tuchman, Mole and others beside him.

Just as he was introducing, two soldiers guarding the city carried a large bucket of kerosene and poured it on the big spoon. The black kerosene did not touch the big spoon, but was suspended in the spoon, condensed by magic power Form a ball of oil with a diameter of one meter.A small magic scroll was stuffed into the ball of oil, and half a minute later, the whole ball of oil seemed to solidify under the magic of the big spoon.

In addition to the ten soldiers guarding the train, there are a total of five soldiers serving, two pouring oil, and one standing on the city wall to observe the enemy formation outside the city, and then report an angle data to the bottom. At the bottom, two soldiers were manipulating a gear lever. After hearing the data, they quickly adjusted the dispatching of the train to a metal semicircular angler. After the adjustment was completed, they shouted loudly, "The angle is complete!"

Soldier No. 5 immediately pulled the gear lever that controls the delivery.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" One end of the high-raised lever of the throwing train hit the ground fiercely, driving the oil ball hanging on the big spoon at the other end to be thrown into the sky, and after passing through the magic shield , flew to the enemy formation hundreds of meters away.

The oncoming oil ball immediately attracted the attention of real people outside the city, and hundreds of arrows were quickly shot out, trying to intercept the oil ball.

However, at this moment, the three oil balls projected into the air suddenly burst into flames and split, and each oil ball split into dozens of smaller ones, forming hundreds of fireballs the size of human heads, dodging the arrows. The arrow's interception fell into the enemy's formation.

The enemies outside the city were obviously caught off guard by this change. Only a few fireballs were intercepted by magicians or magic warriors, and the rest fell among ordinary soldiers.At once, hundreds of soldiers were either directly hit by the fireball or burned by the splash of burning oil.

"Hey!" The big-nosed old man smiled smugly: "Do you think the attack method of throwing trains is static!"

Moller's heart moved. When Hudson introduced the old man with a big nose, he said that he was good at making magic weapons. Could it be that the unexpected attack change of the train throwing was his handwriting?

But soon the complacency on the face of the old man with the big nose faded. He looked at the enemy formation outside the city and said with some regret: "The commander of the opponent is not simple!"

It turned out that after being attacked by the train, although the enemy camp outside the city had some confusion due to a lot of casualties, it quickly subsided. The soldiers helped the living comrades extinguish the flames on their bodies, and put The wounded were transported to the rear, and then coordinated with the change of the army's formation, all actions were orderly - this could not be a spontaneous action, but naturally obeyed the commander's order, and truly achieved the result of the prohibition.

Under the orderly command of the commander of the enemy army, some strong men were scattered to various parts of the army formation. When the second wave of attack by the train came, these strong men blocked most of the fireballs, and the remaining few It was also blocked by the soldiers with shields and other defenses, and the casualties caused by this wave of attacks were immediately reduced to one-tenth of the previous wave!

"Idiot! Aim at the opponent's catapult! You can't see such a big target?" The angry voice of the big-nosed old man came, and the soldiers who controlled the catapult suddenly started to move in horror. The movements were fast, as if there were monsters chasing behind them. , and soon the third wave of oil splashed fire rain really went towards the catapult.

Due to the large size of the catapult, except for a few high-level magicians, few strong people can completely protect it in the rain of fire. Therefore, after this wave of attacks, the fifty catapults in the enemy's rear line stopped. One-third of them were ignited, and even if a magician tried his best to extinguish the flames, at least eleven or twelve were destroyed and could no longer be used.

The old man with the big nose was commanding a train to attack the opponent's catapult on the west side of the city. This news was immediately transmitted to the defenders at the other three walls by the person in charge of the messenger through magic communication. The catapults dealt no small blow.

After reducing the bombardment of the boulder, the pressure on the magic shield of the defensive magic circle has also decreased and become much more stable.

The big-nosed old man watched the battle for a while, and was still a little worried. He ran to find a garrison commander with a fair face in his 30s, and told him: "There is not much fuel for the train, and it won't last long. Hurry up." Let the archers prepare!"

The commander was startled, as if he had just learned about the fuel reserves, he hastily ordered the archers to be summoned to go.

Mo Le watched from the side and shook his head secretly. Pamore City has been peaceful for hundreds of years, so that it has been slack from top to bottom, and even the quality of the commander is so unqualified. It is obviously a matter within his responsibility. Others remind!Fortunately, the old man with the big nose seemed to have a lot of prestige in the army, and these people could listen to what he said.

The archers who can shoot hundreds of meters away from the enemy's formation are all magic archers above the intermediate level without exception. The entire western city wall sent less than ten people, with the highest level of strength at level 5, plus Pace. Senior magic archers formed a squad of magic archers.For these people, if they shoot with ordinary arrows, it will not be effective, but if they use enchanted arrows, the effect will be very different.

The enchanted arrows rationed by the defenders are the three most commonly used in the army, namely: "fire arrows", "explosive arrows" and "armor-piercing arrows".

Among them, the first two kinds of enchanted arrows are in large quantities, and can be used by middle and low-level magic archers, while armor-piercing arrows are relatively rare, and are specially used by high-level magic archers to shoot and kill the strong in the enemy formation.

At this time, in order to attack the catapults in the enemy's formation, all the magic archers choose fire arrows, and the arrows shot will turn into a burning flame, which can cause a small fire after hitting the target.

Several flames flew out from the top of the city, followed by several more. The magic archers relied on high-frequency shooting to enhance the oppressiveness of the attack. These arrows shot towards the catapult behind the enemy's position, causing immediate arousal. Overcoming the interception of the opponent's magician and archer, several magic spells and hundreds of arrows flew into the air to meet them.

Under the tight interception, the fire arrows that flew into the air were extinguished one after another, and very few of them could actually fly to the rear and fall into the catapult area. At this time, Pace's strength as a high-level magic archer was reflected. The fire arrows he shot The arrow flew the fastest, and few enemy magicians and archers could react in time to effectively intercept it. In just a few breaths, three catapults were ignited by his fire arrows, two of them So burned.

Originally, Moller was still wary of Pace, and even asked his magic pet to monitor him, but now it seems that this Pace is not only not suspicious, but also quite reliable-if he is the internal response of the royal army, the old man with the big nose When they didn't come, it was his best chance. As long as he supported the royal army to attack the gate and destroy the cornerstone of the defensive magic circle, Palmore City would be over. And he not only didn't make any changes at that time, but killed many royal troops The strong man gave the guards with less than ten people a chance to breathe, and it was only at that time that Mo Le really felt relieved towards him.

With the protection of the city defense magic circle, the magic archers can shoot arrows without any scruples, without worrying about being injured by the enemy's counterattack. Ariba followed Mole and watched, very envious, but unfortunately he is not strong enough. Not up to the standard of participation.

But just when he was envious, Pace, who had just completed a wave of attacks, suddenly took a barrel of neatly packed fire arrows and walked over, handed them to Eriba, and encouraged him to say: "Use your sonic arrows!" ,should be okay!"

Seeing this scene, the other magic archers showed dissatisfaction. Although the fire arrows are not as precious as the armor-piercing arrows, and there are more equipment, they can't be wasted by low-level magic archers in this kind of battle!

But in the end they didn't say anything. After all, Pace, as the only high-level magic archer present, was far superior to all of them in strength, and he still had the qualification to waste a few fire arrows.

Eriba took the quiver excitedly, took a deep breath, took out an arrow and put it on his usual black wooden bow - he didn't have enough strength to use the rhino horn orange wooden bow.

The other magic archers who originally thought that the low-level magic archer supported by Pace would come up with a powerful magic bow were suddenly very disappointed, but it was just an ordinary wooden bow!

However, after Eriba picked up the bow and arrow, his whole person's energy and spirit became different. He didn't pay attention to other people's eyes at all. The cyan magic power like wind and smoke emerged from his fingertips twisting the tail of the arrow, and slowly climbed up the shaft of the arrow.

A few seconds later, the cyan magic power that rotated in an orderly manner enveloped the entire Fire Arrow, and the archers who were secretly paying attention to Eriba were stunned. If they were not dazzled, it was clearly some kind of famous arrow The magic power operation method before the release of the technique!

At this moment, Eriba, who had finished charging, suddenly let go of his fingers.

"Boom!" There was a loud sound, and the fire arrow that ignited the moment it was shot exploded into a circle of fire, screaming and flying into the air like lightning.

Due to the high-speed flight, the burning flame was pulled tightly against the arrow, and a long tail of flame was drawn behind it.

Whether the fire arrow is shot well or not, one of the most intuitive judgments is the length of the flame tail trailing behind it. The longer the flame tail, the higher the speed of the arrow and the greater its power.But now the fire arrows shot by Eriba with the speed of sound archery, the length of the flame tail is only a little shorter than that of the high-level magic archer Pace, completely surpassing all other intermediate magic archers!

How accurate is this arrow?

The shocked magic archers looked at the arrow shot by Eriba, and saw that the flame crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and shot at a catapult, but was shot by an elementalist The magician intercepted it with a magic bubble like a bubble.

Missed!Eriba was a little disappointed, but the other intermediate archers were subconsciously relieved.A low-level magic archer can shoot high-level archery that they can't match, which is enough to put them under a lot of pressure. If they make another shot, it will really make people die!

But when they looked at Eriba again, there was no contempt—although the arrow was intercepted, they could all see clearly that the arrow was indeed heading towards a catapult, which meant that The young low-level magic archer has really mastered the sonic arrow!Compared with those with powerful magic bows, magic archers obviously respect their peers with superb archery skills more.

Moller encouraged Eriba, who was a little disappointed, and handed him several bottles of potions that replenished magic power and physical strength. Now Eriba's situation is typical of excess skills, but insufficient strength, neither magic power nor physical strength. Support him to fully display his extremely talented archery.Mo Le hopes that he can take advantage of the opportunity of this war to grow up quickly.

At this time, Moller found that the defenders behind the city wall had moved many more equipment, lifted them up to the top of the city, and quickly assembled them.After molding, the shape is somewhat similar to that of a cannon, except that the barrel is much thinner, and there are two antler-like forks at the position of the muzzle.

The old man with the big nose who had just gone to talk to the commander came back. Seeing Moller curiously observing the weapons set up on the top of the city, he explained: "This is a winch chariot. After the catapult is disabled, the enemy is likely to It will shorten the distance, and the winch chariot is a deadly weapon within [-] meters, as long as those guys dare to approach, they must give them a memorable lesson!"

Since Mole captured a level 8 magic warrior just now, the attitude of the big-nosed old man has improved a lot.Moller observed the character of this old man, and he should like capable people. Although he seems to have a bad temper, in fact, he likes to support the younger generation with the same heart as Hudson. He is not jealous of capable people, so it is no wonder they can Get together.

Mo Le respected such old people very much, especially in the current situation, whether Pamore City can be held or not depends more on their abilities. Thinking of this, he let go of his scruples to speak to the old man, and expressed himself idea.

"These people took great risks to go deep into the rear to attack Palmer City, and the time they can use is very limited, so they will definitely try to capture the city in a short time. This can be seen from the poisoning, setting fire, and surprise attacks from the very beginning. .So when attacking the city, I don't think they will follow the normal rhythm, and they may have hidden some means to quickly break through the defense of the city!"

Mo Le expressed his doubts, and seeing the big-nosed old man's approving expression, he nodded and said, "That's what I just told the commander, and I have asked him to send someone to ask the city lord to open the magic watchtower to monitor Pa. Everything inside and outside Moore City has changed, but you can imagine that this is not easy. It just so happens that the samples of the poisonous well water have been collected. Why don't you follow me to see if you can come up with a solution. If the water source cannot be purified as soon as possible, the people in the city will There will be panic and civil turmoil!"

Chapter 97 "Tier 10 Master Magic, Fire Realm Clouds!" said the big-nosed old man with a solemn expression

Although the battle was intense outside the city, the city did not feel any shock because of the barrier of the magic circle defending the city. Therefore, when Moller and Rex, led by the old man with a big nose, entered the gate of the city wall and went up to a room, they closed the gate to prevent all battles. After the sound was isolated, the environment suddenly became quiet, as if the war was just a dream.

I saw a middle-aged female magician in a light green robe and a white cap, who was busy with a table of potionist equipment, obviously a potionist.

There is about four liters of transparent liquid in a large crystal bottle next to the table. The female potionist is taking a sample from the crystal bottle, pouring it into a flask, and putting it on the magic stove burn.

"How's the situation?" The big-nosed old man asked straightforwardly as soon as he entered the door.

The female magic pharmacist shook her head with an uneasy expression and said, "Not optimistic. I have already found out that this is a low-level filthy poison. Unless the person who is poisoned is old and weak, it will not be fatal, but it will continue to vomit. Diarrhea and weakness all over the body, and only a bottle of low-level dysentery potion can be cured. But the scope of poisoning is too wide now. not enough!"

The old man with the big nose knew this truth, so he was not surprised. He just said: "It's easy to handle. The limited potion only helps the soldiers and the old and the weak. The young and middle-aged people can make some diluted potions to relieve symptoms. The most urgent thing is to unblock the water well. Toxicity in the poison, otherwise, if the drinking water problem is not solved, there will be chaos in the city soon.”

The female magic pharmacist shook her head and said helplessly: "This is the same reason. Although it is not difficult to make a potion to detoxify well water, it is not easy to purify more than 100 well water. It can poison tens of thousands of people at the same time. There must be a huge amount of filthy poisons thrown into the well water, we don't have so many medicines to detoxify, even if we just purify the water used by the people in the city for a day!"

While speaking, the sample she just extracted was already boiled in the flask, and then she took out a leaf of a green plant and dripped the boiling water on the leaf, and the leaf soon turned black.

This is the leaf of the mid-level magic plant Baizhen tree, which is very sensitive to all toxins, and it turned black, indicating that boiling has no effect on the filthy poison in the well water.

Although the big-nosed old man was an enchanter, he knew a little about potions, so he came up with an idea: "Perhaps we can use several general-purpose detoxification herbs to alleviate the toxicity, as long as we don't get sick immediately after drinking it."

"As a last resort, I can only do this, but the water that comes out like that must taste terrible!"

The female magic pharmacist was also very helpless. She felt that the old man's method was feasible. At this time, she could only treat it differently. Those who participated in the battle were provided with clean water purified by the medicine. Bitter water - just make sure you don't die of thirst.

During the discussion between the big-nosed old man and the female potion master, Moller didn't give any advice. His research on potions was too partial and he wasn't well-informed, so he couldn't give any good advice about this situation. Opinion.

However, when he was listening to the discussion between the two, he accidentally saw the flask containing the sample. Because the female magic pharmacist was engrossed in the discussion, she didn't take the flask off the magic stove, so the bottle of sample well water was just like that. It was gradually burned dry, and the originally colorless and transparent clear water turned into a small puddle of light gray dirty water after a large amount of evaporation and concentration.

Mo Le's heart moved, and he pointed to the dirty water in the flask and asked, "Is the ingredient in this filthy potion?"

Rex had no interest in the topic they were discussing at first, and just stood aside with Moeller, dozing off boredly. He woke up when Moeller made a sound, and sniffed what Moeller was pointing at. The flask then nodded affirmatively and said, "It smells like rotting corpses."

Originally, it was the first time Moller spoke aloud since entering the door, and the female potion master glanced at him, but Rex's words made her face turn pale for a while—many of the filthy poisons were indeed made from rotting corpses, and In order to increase the evil magic power in the poison, the dead human corpses are often used. She just doesn't want to think about it. The poison made by a large number of human corpses is thrown into the well, which is really heartbreaking. Chilling and very disgusting!

So the female magic pharmacist consciously ignored Rex's words, and only answered Mole's question: "The potions left in the boiling water are indeed filthy potions, and they are very difficult to decompose!"

Hearing this, Mo Le took a piece of white chaste green leaf from the table, put it on the top of the flask, let it be influenced by the steam, and said with a smile: "Since the poison stays in the water all the time, maybe the rising steam is clean water." !"

The eyes of the other two people lit up when they heard this. They were all in a fixed mindset just now, and they only thought about detoxifying with potions, but they didn't think of the simplest distillation, so they all stared at the green leaf in Mole's hand, Seeing that the green leaves gradually condensed water droplets in the steam, but remained green all the time, I was immediately overjoyed.

"Great! Only a few Transfiguration magicians are needed to create a pool for boiling water. You only need to build a roof on the top of the pool and set up the most common cooling magic circle to get a steady stream of non-toxic clean water. The old man with the big nose is worthy of being a high-level enchanter. After being reminded by Mole, he immediately thought of a set of simple, feasible and cheapest implementation methods. A small model was built indoors, and after an experiment, clear water was successfully obtained.

"That's right, that's right, I called you here. It solved a big problem. All the people in Pamore City will thank you!" The big-nosed old man praised Mole happily.

"It's just a fluke, and it depends on everyone to implement it." Mo Le didn't dare to take the credit, and the old man with the big nose didn't say any more. He still has a lot of things to deal with. After the water source problem is solved, he will hand over the plan to his daughter. The potion master went to deal with it, and he himself led Mole to the top of the city to observe the battle situation.

"Why did the attack stop?"

As soon as he got outside, he didn't hear the sound of the rumbling stones hitting the magic shield. The old man with the big nose became confused. He went to the commander to ask about the situation, but the fair-faced commander was covered in cold sweat and couldn't speak. When he came out, he just handed him a monocular in panic.

The crystal lens in the binoculars is an enchanted item, and it also depicts a magic circle, which can clearly see the scene dozens of miles away. The old man with the big nose looked in the direction pointed by the commander, and his face froze immediately.

"When we opened the watchtower and discovered the situation, the other party's magic had already been completed!" The commander looked sad and extremely depressed.

The big-nosed old man jumped up suddenly, and knocked his head with the binoculars in his hand, knocking the helmet on the commander's head to one side, and he cursed, "What are you afraid of! The biggest problem is that the protective magic circle is broken. That's all, don't you know how to fight without guarding the magic circle? Your courage is spent on prostitution? Hurry up and set up defenses!"

The commander was knocked dizzy by the big-nosed old man, holding his helmet in embarrassment, and ran to gather people to prepare for the destruction of the protective magic circle.

Originally, Mo Le didn't understand how the well-established protective magic circle was about to be broken, and was about to ask the old man with the big nose, but saw a black cloud intertwined with blood and ink appearing in the direction pointed by the commander just now. Float quickly towards Pamore City.

"This is..." Mo Le was a little stunned, he wasn't sure what kind of magic it was, and the scope far exceeded all the magic he had seen before.

"Level 10 master magic, Fire Realm Clouds!" the old man with the big nose said solemnly.

"Could it be that Master Protector Lachman made the move?" Moller was shocked. He thought of Hamirsa in the City of Mad Dogs. Could it be that something went wrong in the battle between the royal family and Duke Rose...

Just when Mo Le was thinking further and further, the old man with the big nose shook his head and said: "Of course it is not the Master Protector of the Country. If Lachman came personally, we would have to open the city gate and surrender. The defenders of Palmer City Even if the magic circle is in a state of complete victory, it can't stop Master Lachman's three meteorite attacks from the sky! This fire cloud is summoned from the fire elemental plane by coordinating with the magic circle and consuming a lot of precious magic materials. He is a rank 9 magician, and his attack power is not as powerful as the magic power cast by a real magic master himself. If the guardian magic circle of Pamore City is not destroyed, he can still resist it, but now..."

From the tone of the big-nosed old man, Moller could tell that the destruction of the protective magic circle in Palmer City was probably a foregone conclusion, and he couldn't help but feel heavy. Once the protective magic circle was broken, the battle to defend the city would inevitably cause a lot of bloodshed. Sacrifice, and in the vortex of war, no one dares to ensure that he is absolutely safe.

After confirming the situation, the old man with the big nose didn't stay on the top of the city anymore, but called all magicians, magic warriors and magic archers back to the city.

"The fire cloud group's attack is relatively scattered, relying on the endless rain of fire to attack. Although the magic circle defending the city is destined to be broken, it can last at least half a day. There will be fire and rain to attack, so the soldiers at the head of the city are left to build fortifications, and we will use this time to prepare for the big battle, everyone go to the city lord's mansion to get combat supplies!"

The lord of a city has the right to collect taxes within the scope of the territory, but at the same time he is also obliged to use this material to build a defensive reserve system for the city. Among them, the reserve of magical materials such as magic weapons, armor, and potions is also a very important part. When the war comes, most of the ordinary items can be used as battle consumption and distributed to the operators participating in the battle, and a small part of precious treasures can be used as rewards to encourage everyone to fight bravely and improve the strength of the fighters.

This is a very normal thing, so everyone thought that after arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, they could at least receive some armor and potions to restore their strength, but they only saw Hudson with a livid face leading another group of players with the same ugly face. By.

"What? The war reserve is empty!" the old man with the big nose yelled in shock and anger, staring at Hudson and asking what happened.

"It's not our Lord March!" Hudson was also very angry, and said angrily: "We used to know that he often feasted and squandered, and his financial situation was very bad. We didn't expect that he even emptied the war reserve. !"

"It's disgusting, it's a disgrace to the nobility!"

"How do we fight this battle? Don't we have to pay for war supplies out of our own pockets!"

"I already knew that Santo Marquis is not a trustworthy person!"

The group of practitioners were suddenly excited, and their hearts were floating. Hudson saw that this would be detrimental to the next defensive battle, so he comforted him and said: "Don't worry, everyone, we will find a way to solve this matter as soon as possible of."

"How to solve it? The magic circle defending the city will be broken in a few hours!" At this time, Hudson's usual prestige was not enough, and an old man who was a senior magician like him retorted.

"What's the matter, Uncle Hudson, what happened?" At this moment, William, the son of the castellan, came back from the outside with a tired look on his face. He obviously didn't understand what happened, and everyone was very annoyed. Looking very surprised, he asked Hudson, the closest consecrated mage.