Ride and Cut

Higuain's own strength is obviously not as weak as it seems, the dragon's spine is at least three blades away from the ground, and the height of a two-story building. When he jumped down, his steps were light and steady, like a dead leaf slowly falling.

Richard couldn't do this himself, and there was nothing wrong with letting him jump from the height of ten blades, but it was certain that there was a big pit on the ground.

"I want you to regret your arrogance for the rest of your life!" Iguai, who was five-edged in height, drew out his small saber, which was a bit more delicate than a porcelain doll, and it seemed a little ridiculous to say it harshly. But what is not ridiculous is that a crimson vindictive rushed from the blade, condensed and restrained.

This level of grudge, at least not far from Dracula. Taking into account Higuain's age, it is obvious that he is exceptionally talented in fighting spirit, and he is not entirely dependent on dragons for food.

Richard smiled and stretched out, and the power surge started.

Compared with grudge, the effect of Holy Word Prayer is relatively restrained, and most of the others have no reaction. Only the middle-aged Frost Dragon, who had been lazily lying on the ground, turned his head fiercely, and stared at the lord of the mountain fort with his huge eyes, which were as bright as topaz.

The wisdom of dragons is no less than that of humans, and their life span is much longer. So in terms of insights, they are often very good.

"Our task now is to break the Winter City, I hope you can exercise restraint!" Zede is still trying to stop this meaningless dispute.

"The knight has the responsibility to teach the arrogant rascal!" Higuain swung his sword and put on his cloak.

Lord Lord just wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by a burst of low voices.

"Worri!"

What greeted him made Richard subconsciously speak vulgarity, but everyone present had no mental understanding at all, all with their mouths wide open, as if they were waking up to see the sun rising from the west.

In fact, although they didn’t see the sun, they really didn’t make much difference.

Three blazing huge fireballs soared into the sky from Wintery City, and after reaching their apex, they began to accelerate downward.

Obviously, the practice of blessing the trebuchet is not a Pompeian patent. Although the power of the mages in Winterfell is far less powerful than the Pompeii Expeditionary Army, and they can't make a large number of meteor showers under dozens of trebuchets at one time, but if they are more capable of directly hitting the vital points, they may be stronger instead.

In a siege, the defending side has many advantages, such as no calibration at all. Because the shooting Zhuyuan had already been marked, the first wave of accuracy was too high, and the Pompeii Masters flying straight into the air.

There are several court mages in the mage group, who have the title of high-level mage, and there is no doubt about their magical attainments. The air mass that originally supported the mages began to move slowly, avoiding the falling trajectory of the stone ball.

After all, there are only a dozen people, and the relative concentration of positions means that the goal is actually quite small. In addition, it is difficult to achieve precision with a curved shot. The three stone **** want to directly hit the wizard group with certain mobility, which is almost a dream!

According to the current trend, the stone ball will pass ten yards away from the mage group, and then vent its power in the bare ground behind.

But how could Master Stuart let go of this opportunity and hit three stone **** with his spells. Everything was like a repeat of the previous scene, and the stone ball with extremely unstable elemental structure immediately began to burst.

The Pompeii wizards, which were already at a disadvantage, faced a major test of life and death.

Facing the amazingly powerful stones, the outermost water vapor shield supported a few breaths and then vanished. Individual wizards are more clever and have prepared shields long ago, so they can barely block these stones.

But Master Stuart has no defensive pressure, which is a good opportunity for them to beat down the dog. The ensuing spells were like a sharp knife, stabbing at the softest and most defenseless weakness of the wizard group.

Except for the superb standards of a few court mages, they are still calm in the face of sudden changes in the situation. Ordinary army mages are simply unable to cope with such a fierce offensive and defensive transition. In an instant, pieces of incomplete corpses were dropped from the sky like dumplings.

The surviving Master Pompeii immediately gave up the confrontation and quickly quit the battle backwards.

Richard watched all this, but was stunned.

The mage is the pride of the army, and a 40,000-strong army will not have many mages with the army, and they are all gold and precious. Their wealth can also be proved from another angle-to this day, the famous Eagle Knight has not even half a serious mage under his command, but only a group of two-knife wilderness shamans.

That is to say, in these short breaths, the spellcasting power lost by the expeditionary army is at least equivalent to five "Alpine Fort spellcasting groups."

Even if these mages had nothing to do with him, Richard still felt choked. To change to a mountain fort and suffer this loss, he had to hang himself from a tree with a crooked neck.

The consequences of the three stone **** are more than that.

When the rubble flew further into the distance, the surrounding small soldiers suddenly became unlucky. Although they were wearing armors, they were no different from barebacks in front of the astonishingly high-temperature flying stones, and they were immediately killed and wounded.

The worst was the engineers manipulating the trebuchets. Many of them carried large thick skins on their backs, and there was a sound of "gudonggudong" in the slightest movement.

Before Pompeii first began to project, he used the liquid in the skin to drench the stone ball, and it was obvious that there was a burst of wine fragrance. In fact, it is not just alcohol. In order to further increase the purity of the fire element, the "phlogiston" extracted from the asphalt has been added.

The manpower and material resources required to separate the igniting element from the massive amount of asphalt ~www.readwn.com~ cannot be underestimated. And Pompeii is willing to pay such a heavy price, of course, because of its value for money.

As long as it was slightly touched by the gravel falling from the sky, the liquid in the skin suddenly started to spray and burn.

Once this fuel is ignited, there is no possibility of extinguishing it at all, and it will never give up until the last moment.

"Ah!" A scream that seemed to originate from the depths of the soul sounded, and the affected engineers rolled over, struggling, and quickly turned into fire men! Even the places where they touched, there are still fire trails that will last forever!

This is why fire magic has always been an evergreen tree on the battlefield, and its ability to cause secondary spread damage is not comparable to other magic.

The first offensive of the Pompeii Expeditionary Army ended in failure, leaving corpses all over the ground and wounded soldiers unable to retreat. The heavy-loss front-line infantry began to retreat. They were seen off by the burning siege equipment and the cheering Stuarts.

Frontline soldiers are brave and fearless. They have done everything they can. But under extremely unfavorable conditions, their bravery could not change the established defeat.