Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); Fireball, a spell worthy of praise, about how it changed the mage's position on the battlefield, is enough to write a thick research material. Since this spell was invented, almost all mages have devoted themselves to it and improved it by various means. As a result, the so-called "most modified" spell has a range far beyond that of a bow and arrow, a simple trigger spell, powerful power, and splendid effects.

The light of the explosion seemed sacred in an instant, the scattered flames carried a high and deadly temperature, and the huge roar was deafening, declaring to the world what the power of a mage was in the most intuitive form. In the face of this force, the dense cavalry team suffered a heavy blow. Many knights were thrown from their saddles and slammed to the ground. The horses screamed, their manes and tails like lit banners, spreading out behind them as they ran. The hair and clothes of many of the knights were on fire, and they were beating hard with their gloves. Several people chose to roll on the ground, but the horses' hooves trampled around killed them.

The chaotic scene broke the morale of many people, and some knights had forgotten to fight and counterattack, and only wanted to find a place to hide. Seeing this, Siegel summoned the fireball with his wand again, and smashed it at the knights who could still ride on horseback from a distance. The second bright red fireball pierced the night sky, suppressing all the chaotic sounds on the battlefield with a loud bang. After this time, there were only three remaining knights sitting on horseback, and the others became dazed infantrymen.

The knights saw Siegel's position with the help of the flash of light when the fireball was launched, and they rushed up on their horses despite the pain of burning their skin. The horse under the crotch made a heavy breathing sound, and they saw that the horse's mouth was full of blood. After the battle, none of the horses survived. The knights endured the grief in their hearts and vowed to kill the hateful mage.

The cavalry spears were held firmly in the air, more stable and straighter than when they took part in the competition. There are no flowers, cheers and beautiful ladies here, just the most basic need to kill. Siegel naturally wouldn't stand stupidly and fight with the knights. He saw the orc Hunk who had already caught up, and shouted: "Kill them!"

What greeted the spear was not another spear full of honor. But more than a dozen javelins and throwing axes that broke through the air. Many throwing weapons don't have much accuracy, but they still look terrifying when they suddenly appear in the knight's line of sight in the dark. The two knights were hit by the chaotic weapons, spewing blood. I can no longer hold the weapon in my hand. The last knight huddled behind the horse's neck, fortunately avoiding fatal injuries. The figure of the mage is not far away, and he will use the long spear for the final aim.

But among the seven identical mages in front of him, which one is the real one?

"You despicable mage! Scum without honor!" The knight roared, watching his spear hit the phantom in the air. Siegel drew the long sword from his waist. Turning slightly sideways, he accurately stabbed the knight's side waist with the sword tip, and inserted it into the gap between the breastplate and the skirt. The Stardust Sword was extremely sharp, and Siegel felt only a slight frustration in his hand. The remaining six shadows around him made the exact same movements, and it seemed that seven long swords hit the knight at the same time. When the mage returned his sword to the sheath, the knight was already lying on the back of his horse, being led by his mount slowly on the battlefield.

At this time, William had recovered from his shock. He fell to the ground on the first fireball, and the fallen horse took most of the power of the second fireball for him. Although his body was covered in wounds from fire and falls, he was able to continue the fight with gritted teeth. Quickly extinguishing the flames on his body, he first took off the longbow behind him.

Feathers are the most flammable parts of William's weapons. All were ignited by the explosion of the fireball. It might have been better if it was completely burnt, but now the pitted tail feathers send arrows spinning in the air. The mage who cast the fireball must be the lord of Myr City, no matter how difficult it is, try hard. A ferocity surged up in William's heart. He half-knelt on the ground, stuck the arrow on the horse's corpse on the ground, and then took the longbow and started aiming and shooting.

He narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the situation in the dark night. He saw his knight being stabbed in the stomach and dying on his horse. A hazy phantom, but based on the movement when the sword was stabbed, he guessed the position of the real body. Although it was still dark. It was difficult to hit the target at a distance of more than 100 meters, but Knight William fired his arrow while praying to the **** of warriors.

The pale red shield deflected the arrows shot at Siegel, and the mage's counterattack came swiftly and violently. Three small purple-red light **** were fired from the wand at a lightning-quick speed. A silent arc was drawn in the air and hit William's body. The knight felt dark in front of his eyes, could no longer hold the weapon in his hand, and fell into a coma.

"Come on, find an escape route!" About 30 knights still had the ability to fight back, and their armor and weapons were all there. Martial arts are also there. If one considers their desperate spirit to survive, the militiamen of Nishi Village may have to pay a great price to defeat these enemies. Siegel was prepared for this situation, pulled out a scroll, and used his best creation (conjuration) spell to summon a foul-smelling cloud in the enemy army.

The green cloud is very light and does not affect the sight, but the strong smell seems to be able to condense into substance. With just one sip, the smelly cloud inhaled can cause severe pain in the stomach, like ten hedgehogs dancing wildly in it. Most warriors can withstand physical injuries, ignoring the wounds of swords, spears, swords and halberds, but internal pain is another matter entirely. Under the stimulation of the foul-smelling cloud, their faces were distorted, their faces were pale, and beads of sweat burst out from their foreheads in an instant. Curled up one by one, the weapons in their hands and the ability to fight fell weakly together. A few people walked out of the cloud and mist as if they were drunk, but they still knelt on the ground and vomited forcefully.

Only a few particularly strong warriors were still capable of fighting, but they were far too few in number. Orcs gathered around and pointed at them with improvised weapons. Even if they charge, they will first be attacked by throwing weapons such as slings and the threat of spears. Not far away, there was a mage staring at him, his wand in his hand emitting a menacing light. Several warriors finally dropped their long swords, raised their hands and said, "We surrender!"

There are many ropes in the mine, all of which come in handy now. Unlock the cavalry's weapons, armor and the villagers who clean the battlefield. Seeing that the situation was under control, Siegel dispelled the smoke. According to the instructions of the captives, he knew that it was the leader of the party who was attacked by his energy missile spell.

William was dying, but alive. Siegel knew this was the man who killed the merchant on the road, a man who had killed him to cover up his advance. He stood quietly in front of William, his hand on the hilt of the sword, and many of the bound captives were staring at Siegel.

Siegel knew that this battle with the Uther family was not over, and that if he had a hostage in his hand, he would gain an advantage in many ways. So he crouched down and examined William's wound: the impact of the fireball and energy missiles shattered several of his ribs, and it was not apparent whether he had any ruptured organs. It's pointless to simply bandage the wound, so Siegel took out a bottle of healing potion and poured it on him. Then he took William's saber and put it together with his own stardust.

"Hunk, keep him alone," Siegel said. "Check him carefully for weapons and don't let him run away."

"Hunk!" The orc walked over with an iron chain, and beside him was a fellow villager who specialized in collecting loot, holding a large sack in both hands.

"Let the soldiers **** the captives to the city of Myr, and the villagers hide well. The mine may be a good choice. Remember to let them bring enough food and water. To prevent the Uther family from unexpectedly continuing to attack the mine, Leave the smart people to protect the villagers. Got it?"

The orc smiled and answered decisively, "Hum!"

Siegel summoned the Phantom Horse, and he was going to the next battlefield.

The southern part of Heimland is an area full of rifts. There were frequent earthquakes more than 70 years ago, villages and farmlands were destroyed, and many residents fell into the dark abyss in their sleep. After the earthquake, it became a no-man's land full of ravines and rifts. For some reason, very little vegetation can grow here, even without human interference. No tree can grow tall, and the gap between trees and saplings for decades is not large. Only the thatch of the field can survive in this place, sheltering the few burrowing animals such as snakes and mice.

Few people come to this rift area~www.readwn.com~ but it doesn't mean that no one pays attention here. The Hugel family in Vane City knew of several roads that could safely pass through the Rift Valley. They could send the army directly to the hinterland near Myr City, avoiding the dense woods in the south of Heim Territory. After developing this route, Viscount Uther can attack Heim Territory from two directions, which has the effect of attacking with both fists.

He didn't know yet that his left hook had failed.

Dre Uther III is now fifty-five years old, and he still maintains a healthy body and vigorous energy. Under his control, Heroland had become one of the best in the South, with the best cavalry and archers. However, the current development of Heroland has reached a bottleneck and lacks the motivation to continue to rise. So when he heard that the new lord of Heimland had discovered a gold mine, he couldn't help but envy this lucky guy. He had planned to use his eighteen-year-old daughter to marry him and tie the goldfields to his chariot. But when Karov's death and Siegel's wedding dissuaded him, he found that if he wanted to become king of the South, there was only one way to go.

Only on the battlefield can a king be born, and he is full of this idea. (To be continued.)

PS: If you add flash dust, it is basically a low-level mage continuous skill, hehe.