Chapter 347 The Power of the Magic Amplifier, Hell on Earth
The military wolf in front triggered the trap, accompanied by a dull sound and billowing smoke and dust, and the heavy infantry behind hurriedly took a detour according to the established plan.
The wolves were struggling and howling in pain in the trap, and the scene was very tragic. However, the heavy infantry were not seriously injured in this thrilling situation and passed the journey safely.
Casualties would only occur when the dark trap was triggered, but compared to the tragic situation in the forest just now, the situation now was much better.
Seeing this, the large army outside thought it was profitable, so they prepared the second batch of troops to rush in. It was still the same old strategy, driving the wolves to explore the way ahead. In an instant, a large number of enemies safely passed through the oak forest, and the magic trap that was originally terrifying was broken.
Then, about 50,000 troops gradually approached the castle that looked like a giant beast. In front of the castle was a vast green lawn, and around the castle was an orderly gravel road dotted with exquisite patterns, making the way to the castle very convenient.
Under the strict protection of the Paladin, the white-robed priest also successfully passed through the oak forest. He looked at the magnificent castle in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "This castle is so magnificent and magnificent, it's really amazing." At this time, more and more warriors walked out of the forest.
More than two hours later, all the church armed forces who received the order gathered here.
After a careful headcount, the loss still reached more than 500 people. However, for the white-robed priest, about 10,000 wolves sacrificed their lives to explore the way, and such casualties were within his acceptable range.
The castle was eerily quiet at this moment, like an ancient beast in deep sleep. Its huge and eerie body exuded a chilling aura, causing the church's armed forces to shrink back and not dare to act rashly.
Inside the castle, everyone was on high alert, looking closely ahead, quietly waiting for the church's armed forces to step into the effective attack range of the magic amplifier.
Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and their faces showed solemn and nervous expressions, because they knew in their hearts that this battle was of great importance and could not afford any mistakes.
Tan Aili sat quietly in the center of the magnificent hall, reading a book in her hand, pretending to be calm, anxiously waiting for the latest news from the front line.
Her heartbeat quickened rapidly, her hands unconsciously clenched, her palms were already full of sweat. Although she looked calm on the surface, she was filled with anxiety and uneasiness deep down. The decisive battle was about to begin, and victory or failure depended on this one move. She knew how heavy the responsibility she shouldered was.
At the same time, Grandpa Nick had been resting for a long time at the shooting position in the arrow tower. He held the longbow with a cold glow in his hand, and the arrow flashed with a sharp light.
He stood there motionless like a silent sculpture. However, the church armed forces on the opposite side had been confronting for more than two hours without any action.
Obviously, the numerous traps set before left a deep trauma on them, and they are still frightened to this day, so they dare not launch an attack easily.
Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed to be stretched infinitely. The air was filled with an atmosphere so tense that it was almost solidified, as if a tiny spark could ignite and explode it in an instant.
After some tense discussions, the white-robed priests once again prepared 10,000 wolves to start exploring the way. The heavy infantry behind them were armed with sturdy shields and heavy hammers, ready to break in by force.
The second group of archers were closely protected by heavy infantry. They had firm faith and determined eyes. Even if the hope was slim and the difficulty was huge, they had to compete with the people in the castle's arrow tower in a life-and-death archery contest. They were fearless because the faith in their hearts gave them endless courage.
There were indeed some poison arrow traps on the lawn, but they were almost ineffective against the heavy infantry wearing heavy armor and could be ignored. As a result, five thousand troops soon successfully approached the castle.
Seeing this, the white-robed priest breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: Sure enough, the lawn is not suitable for setting traps. Those poison arrow traps are not effective at all and have almost no effect on his army. Seeing that the army was approaching the castle and encountered no decent resistance, he couldn't help but think that this was a perfect sign.
However, at this moment, the alchemist on the rooftop activated three magic amplifiers. In an instant, a strong wind blew around the entire castle, and a hurricane gathered randomly.
The three magic amplifiers operated in turn, one after another, and the wind became stronger and stronger.
The five thousand people were immediately shocked. They could not find any place to hide in the strong wind. Before they could react, they were all swept into the air within a minute. The wailing sounds echoed through the sky.
When the magic tower's magic amplifier technology was activated, hurricanes formed randomly around them, one after another.
The five thousand heavy infantrymen and three hundred sharpshooters instantly fell into extreme panic. The strong wind was like countless invisible giant hands, tightly grasping their bodies and frantically dragging them into the sky.
Some heavy infantrymen tried to use their shields to block the strong wind, but they were no match for such a powerful force.
The shields were lifted up by the strong wind and flew in the air like thin papers. Their heavy hammers also became a burden at this time, and they were out of control as their bodies rolled.
Some soldiers desperately called out their companions' names, but their voices were instantly swallowed by the strong wind. One of the experienced veterans used up his last bit of strength to try to organize everyone to maintain the formation, but in the face of this raging magic, all efforts were in vain.
In the strong wind, their armors collided with each other, making sharp friction sounds, as if it was the prelude to death. Some people were dizzy and vomited; others closed their eyes and prayed silently, but the Lord seemed to have chosen silence at this moment.
Suddenly, a stronger whirlwind swept in, completely dispersing the tightly connected group of people. The soldiers were like scattered grains of wheat, tumbling aimlessly in the wind.
Immediately afterwards, only a series of dull "bang" sounds were heard, and the soldiers who were swept to a height of more than ten meters fell like raindrops.
Some fell directly on the hard ground, their brains bursting and blood splattering; others fell on the corpses of their companions, making a horrifying sound.
In an instant, the entire battlefield turned into a living hell, with broken limbs and arms scattered everywhere, broken armor and twisted weapons mixed with blood and flesh, which was a shocking sight.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The once mighty 5,000 heavy infantry were completely wiped out by the ravages of magic.