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Such a terrifying range, such terrible power, this is at least a fifth-ring magic, no, it might even be a sixth-ring!
"This must be the five-ring magic meteor shower... Great wizard, it's the great wizard... Retreat quickly... Retreat quickly!" An archbishop shouted crazily.
Although they could barely perform a fourth-ring spell together, they had no chance of winning against a true great wizard...
Chapter 269 Our real enemy is the one who is high above us... God!
"Hell... Hell has come..." "God... please save your devout believers..."
On the chaotic battlefield, shouts and screams intertwined, and some people even knelt down to pray, hoping to be saved by God, but everything was in vain...
The direction where Rickman and others were located was targeted, with as many as ten airships bombarding them non-stop.
Those nobles who were high and mighty and had imagined how to please the new king before the war, now only had regrets in their hearts, wishing their horses could grow six legs and lead them to escape from the coverage of the rain of fire...
Joyce was no exception. Seeing that the situation was not good, he fled with his personal soldiers!
Even so, he could not outrun the rain of fire falling from the sky. Drops of fire soon fell on him, some of it landed on the sturdy armor, and some of it seeped through the gaps in the armor and penetrated into his body.
An intense pain and burning sensation surged into Joyce's heart, causing his face to twist, but he forced himself to hold it back. The desire to survive overcame everything.
The miserable conditions of those soldiers before had clearly told him that this kind of fire could not be extinguished by ordinary means. Now he could only escape from the coverage of the rain of fire and then find a way to treat his injuries.
Joyce endured the burning pain, but the warhorse under him couldn't bear it anymore. It let out a sharp neigh and threw the earl off. Then the warhorse twisted its body and rode away without looking back...
"Horse, my horse!"
Joyce was dizzy from the fall and screamed at the top of his lungs. He tried to get up from the ground using his hands and feet, but a hand grabbed his thigh tightly and dragged him back down.
Joyce turned around in horror, and then he found that Grand Duke Rickman was right behind him. He had obviously fallen off his horse, but he looked even worse than him. His back was covered in blood and flesh, as if he had been trampled by a warhorse...
"Joyce...you bastard, shameful traitor...Hatar's running dog!" Rickman's eyes were red and his expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to eat Joyce alive.
"Let me go! Let me go!" At this critical moment, Joyce no longer cared about the other party's identity and kicked Rickman's head in panic.
Rickman held Joyce's thigh tightly. His spine was broken. Now that the bishops and priests were busy with their own affairs, it was impossible for him to escape from the rain of fire.
Even if he managed to escape to the capital, this shameful defeat would be enough to ruin his reputation.
After all, more than 10,000 armored soldiers and 2,000 cavalry battalions are almost half of the kingdom's elite forces. Neither the king, the crown prince, nor the Holy See will ever let him go.
In Rickman's opinion, all this was caused by Joyce's intentional concealment of information about the wizard. Even if he died, he would drag the other party down to hell with him...
"Get out of my way!" Joyce yelled frantically, pulling out the long knife from his waist and cutting off Rickman's right hand that was holding his thigh.
During this delay, the next wave of fire rain has already floated down from the sky...
"Go to hell with me, Joyce..." Rickman shouted madly.
"You are the one who deserves to die!" Joyce dragged Rickman over, intending to use his body as a cover to avoid this wave. How could Rickman let him succeed? The two noble nobles wrestled on the battlefield and were swallowed up by the falling rain of fire together...
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"What a terrifying power..."
In the distance, Philip couldn't help but exclaimed at the battlefield covered in thick smoke and flames. Although they had experimented with the power of this weapon on Warcraft before and had a general understanding of its effect, they had never imagined that this thing would be so terrible when used on humans.
Rowan, the commander of the Musketeers, was also filled with emotion. Before this, he didn't believe that a war could end without any casualties.
The scene in front of him was undoubtedly the best proof. Lin En taught him a real lesson on how to fight a war when you have absolute firepower.
But these weapons are a bit too scary...
"This is war. Being kind to the enemy is often cruel to yourself!" Lin En's expression remained unchanged, and it was obvious that he had expected this.
White phosphorus is somewhat inhumane, but it is the best way they have to undermine the morale of the enemy.
Lynn didn't know what kind of divine magic those priests were preparing, but since these people did not choose to retreat, it must mean that Grand Duke Rickman believed that they still had a chance of defeating them.
In this case, even if victory is achieved in the end, it will inevitably come at the cost of heavy casualties.
"Sir Lin, should we pursue now?" Redel asked hurriedly. He had not fought many battles, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that now was a good opportunity to pursue and expand the results of the battle.
The wizards didn't seem to have any intention of giving orders, which made him somewhat anxious.
"No, there is no need to chase them. Some of the cavalry have already escaped, and I'm afraid we can't stop them from reporting the situation here to the royal capital." Lin En shook his head and retorted.
The most important point he didn't say is that the smoke is highly toxic!
If you rashly step in before the smoke and dust clears, you might not even know how you died... This thing can't distinguish between friend and foe!
Moreover, most of the army has been destroyed and there is no possibility of fighting again. Fear will always be rooted in their hearts.
"Now it seems that this war is not as difficult as the Speaker and others thought." Orlando said in a relaxed tone.
In the past, when wizard meetings were held in Greenriel, the speakers always looked worried, as if the wizarding land was about to be in disaster. Some even suggested finding a new paradise on the sea in case of emergency.
Now it seems that the empire is nothing more than a larger number of people, which is nothing great. If they put all the more than 20,000 new troops in the wizard land into service, these people are nothing but chickens and dogs.
I believe this victory will greatly boost morale...
"Don't be too careless. This time we just caught the enemy off guard. The subsequent battles may not be so easy." Lin En reminded. More importantly, their real opponent is not these soldiers with swords, guns, bows and crossbows, but the one who is high above... God!
Chapter 270: The great defeat that shocked the capital!
"Lord Gad, does His Royal Highness the Second Prince want us to follow him? Archduke Rickman has already led his men to defeat the group of miners. It will probably be a triumphant return soon."
In a wilderness several kilometers away from the battlefield, a knight saw his lord earl walking so slowly and couldn't help but ask.
Conquering those rebellious miners is a great achievement that can be gained for free. Are they just going to give it up like that?
"What can we do? We only have so few people under our command. How can we defeat them?" Earl Gad sighed helplessly.
The Second Prince only gave him 1,500 men, and with such a small number of people, he could not accomplish anything. He even dared not get too close to the battlefield, for fear that the Grand Duke would suddenly turn his guns and kill all of their thousand men, and then shift the blame onto the miners.
Don't think this is impossible. When it comes to the fight for the throne, if there is a chance to eliminate dissidents, the other party will never let it go!
Gad sighed for a long time. He really couldn't figure out what the prince was doing. Even after leaving the capital, Hattar even gave him a very absurd task...
Suddenly, everyone present felt the ground shaking violently, and then the sound of heavy artillery fire came from a distance, which could be heard even from several kilometers away.
"The battle was so fierce?" Gad was also a little surprised, and then he thought that the bishops might be casting some powerful magic, and it seemed that the outcome would be decided soon.
Just as Gad had imagined, a dense black crowd appeared on the horizon of the distant wilderness.
These should be the defeated miners, right?
As Gard thought this, he drew the long sword from his waist. The knights and guards beside him also clenched their weapons in their hands, with excitement on their faces.
I didn’t expect that even though Grand Duke Rickman brought so many elite troops, he was still unable to wipe out all the miners.
But this is a good thing for them. If they chop off a few miners' heads and bring them back, this trip will not be in vain and they can also give an explanation to their superiors!
"Wait, that seems to be the Duke's army..." A sharp-eyed soldier suddenly noticed something wrong.
Gad paused for a moment, and then he realized that some of the fleeing people were wearing armor with the kingdom's logo printed on them... There was no way they were miners!
And he was very familiar with the person rushing in the front, it was the Marquis Seren of the kingdom!
More than ten days ago, the other party led his personal soldiers to follow Duke Rickman to fight. He still remembered that high-spirited look. However, at this moment, the Marquis of the kingdom had completely lost his previous aristocratic demeanor. His face was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he looked in a miserable state.
The soldiers following behind looked even more miserable. Almost everyone had disheveled hair and their armor was badly damaged. They kept shouting, "Hell... Hell has come!" "The great Lord has abandoned us. This is God's punishment... This is God's punishment!"
"Lord Seren, what happened?" The horrified Gad hurried forward to stop the other party and asked.
"Rain of fire... Rain of fire everywhere... The army was defeated... Earl Johnson is dead, and Grand Duke Rickman is finished... It's the great wizard, the riot of these miners is related to the great wizard..." When Salen saw Gad, he said with a pale face as if he saw a savior.
He saw with his own eyes that Grand Duke Rickman fell off his horse, and he was probably in great danger now.
As Seren continued to narrate, Gad finally figured out what had happened. A great wizard with terrifying power appeared on the battlefield and released an extremely powerful magic, which caused the legion's defeat.
Gad couldn't help but gasp as he defeated an entire legion by himself. What a terrifying power this must have been.
"Hurry, those demons may catch up with us at any time, escort me back to the capital, what happened here must be reported to His Majesty and the church immediately!" Seren grabbed Gad's arm tightly and spoke anxiously.
"Don't be so anxious, Lord Seren. Where is Bishop Nord? Are they behind us?" Gard pulled Seren's hand off his arm and asked again.
Seren shook his head in fear. It seemed that they were being targeted by the great wizard. Just now, the rain of fire had been chasing them.
An archbishop was hit on the head by a huge shell that came from nowhere. Blood splattered and he died on the spot. So the only way for them to survive was to flee in all directions!
"That's easy then!" Gad's eyes flickered, and he said with regret. "I'm sorry, Lord Seren, I'm afraid I can't send you to the capital, but..."
"I can send you to see His Excellency the Duke!"
Hearing this, Seren's face suddenly changed, but Gad had already swung the sword in his hand and chopped it on his head, and a stream of blood immediately spurted out.
Seren's body slid down limply and he fell off the horse, with a look of disbelief still on his face.
"Go ahead, kill them!" Earl Gard raised the bloody sword, pointed it at the poorly armored soldiers behind Seren, and shouted loudly.
Those who could follow Gad to inquire about the situation were all his and Prince Hattar's private soldiers, and they would execute even the most outrageous orders without hesitation.
After a brief moment of confusion, a massacre began!
The soldiers who fled with Salem had no idea that they would be betrayed by "their own people" again just after escaping from the hellish battlefield.
Moreover, they had already thrown away their heavy weapons in order to escape. They had no ability to resist at all. It was futile to escape. No matter how fast they ran, they could not run faster than arrows and crossbows...
Gad waved the sword in his hand, killing soldiers one after another. This was the secret order given to him by the second prince Hattar, to keep these people here as much as possible to weaken the power of the church and the first prince Harold's men.
In his opinion before, this was a complete fantasy. How could those miners compete with the regular army of the kingdom and what kind of waves could they cause?
But now the facts tell him that this is more than just waves, it is a landslide and tsunami!
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After the four-fold massacre by artillery, musket, rain of fire, and Gad, Rickman led 15,000 elite soldiers to fight against the miners. Only a dozen cavalrymen were left, escorting Archbishop Nord, and they hastily fled back to the capital...
At the same time, the news of the great defeat quickly spread throughout the entire royal capital!
Chapter 271: The Panic of the Kingdom and the Nobles
[Hadratta] King Bazel was holding a routine meeting in the royal palace to discuss this year's tax issues. He soon received a report from his servants - Archbishop Nord was outside the palace and wanted to see him about something very urgent.
Before King Basil could reply, Harold smiled and said.