Super Pirate Ship

Mondella held a sharp arrow in his hand, "Your Excellency, Legion Commander, take a look, this sharp arrow does not have a metal arrowhead!"

Raisman took it and looked at it. The arrow was completely black and made of wood. Although there was no sharp metal in the arrow part, it was extremely heavy. Furthermore, Raisman tried it and found that it was extremely sharp, no worse than a metal arrow. .

"Could it be that this kind of sharp arrow was made by the Druid you mentioned? Well, it's a bit like natural magic!" Raisman pondered.

"Yes, it is their masterpiece. I know them very well. In order to destroy their headquarters, we suffered heavy losses! As long as we have enough magic power, we can make enough of these sharp arrows!" Mondella nodded.

Raisman was crying, "What should we do? My ten thousand cavalry have already rushed in. If they can't capture the city gate, they will be divided and eaten sooner or later! However, the endless rain of arrows prevents us from getting even closer. Otherwise, Master Mundra, would you and the two bishops take action?"

Mondella shook his head, "The strong ones on the other side will take action. If we spend too much magic power attacking the city, we may lose in the battle between masters. And I think you also know the consequences!"

"Yes!" Raisman nodded helplessly. As Mondella said, if the top warriors on his side lose, even if the army attacks the city, it will be of no avail. After all, their warriors have not fallen yet and they want to deal with ordinary people. Soldiers are just too simple.

In a war, on the continent of Atlanti, the duel between ordinary soldiers can only affect 30%, while the fate of the other 70% depends on the victory or defeat of the top powerhouses. There was a good example 3 years ago. There used to be a country called the Ogutong Kingdom. It was jointly besieged by two neighboring countries and retreated steadily. In the end, only the royal capital was left that had not fallen and was destroyed. The country is now. But fate is so miraculous. Perhaps because he was facing the pain of national subjugation, his royal ancestors stopped at half a step of the holy step for 5 years. On the last night when the royal capital was besieged, he had an epiphany and became the new holy mage in the mainland.

This holy mage just did one thing to push back the two countries' coalition forces, and that was to cast a forbidden spell in front of millions of troops. The 10,000-strong army was instantly wiped out, frightening the marshals of the two countries and immediately ordered to retreat.

From then on, the Ogutong Kingdom began a period of rapid development, which lasted for one year. Its territory has reached the size of five kingdoms, becoming the third empire on the mainland. If the other two empires had not come forward to coordinate and warn the Holy Empire, the territory of the Ogutong Empire would not be as large as it is now.

"Commander Raisman, you don't need to worry too much. I predicted that the magic power of the druids in the city will probably be exhausted. Now, you have ordered a large-scale attack. I believe that the city wall can no longer organize a large-scale arrow rain." Yes!" Mundra said.

"Really? That's great!" Raisman was overjoyed. An order was immediately issued, and 50,000 troops rushed towards the city of Bavaria like a tide. Sure enough, the arrow rain on the wall was much sparser. Although it could still cause casualties to the army, it was within Reisman's acceptable range.

"Master Mundra, thank you for your advice!" Raisman said gratefully.

Mondella nodded slightly, staring at the bright Bavarian city walls illuminated by torches, and said leisurely: "At this time, some strong men in the city should also take action!"

Raisman flattered him at the right time: "Master Mondela and two bishops are here. They can't even make a few waves!"

Subsequently, Raisman issued a death order to control the city gate no matter what, and support the knights guarding the city. Raisman stared at the city gate with all his concentration. Without the suppression of the dense rain of arrows, soon after paying thousands of casualties, the leading troops approached the city gate. Raisman's face began to show a happy smile. However. Just when his smile hadn't fully spread, something suddenly changed.

"There is a situation, such strong magic fluctuations!" Mondella suddenly frowned, and a white-robed mage behind him also followed, "It is the power of death. It should be the death knight in the city who took action. Looking at the magic fluctuations, The legendary magic is stronger than ordinary, and the troops in front will suffer!"

"What?" Compared to the mage, Raisman, who focused on fighting spirit, felt a little slower. He hurriedly asked, "Master Mondella, can you stop the opponent's spell?"

After finally paying huge casualties, and seeing that he was about to capture the city gate, he didn't want to just give up.

Mondella shook his head: "It's too late!"

Moreover, to be honest, he was unwilling to take action. The opponent's top strong man did not hesitate to spend magic power to deal with ordinary soldiers. It seemed that the end of the rope was really reached. The more the opponent spent on magic power, the harder it would be for the strong man to fight for a while. It is beneficial, so what does it mean to sacrifice a few ordinary soldiers in exchange for the victory of himself and others.

On the city wall, a green fire light rose into the sky, and then exploded at high altitude. Countless green ghost fires descended, as if they were spiritual, heading towards the army of the Light God Religion under the city wall.

All the soldiers who were contaminated by the green ghost fire immediately burned with raging green fire. Screams echoed under the city wall. Each soldier turned into a black skeleton in a few breaths.

Some soldiers saw their comrades being ignited by the strange green fire and wanted to help put it out. The green fire spread quickly as if it was spiritual, spreading from one to ten and then to a hundred. The entire army of the Light God was in the green flames. The screams were endless.

Pieces of skeletons appeared under the burning of green fire. The soldiers who were flesh and blood one moment were already black skeletons the next moment. The burning speed of the green fire swept towards the army behind at a speed of ten meters per second.

On the city wall, Baghdaf was very satisfied with his "Ghost Dead Fire" spell, and his face was a little pale. Even if he used the magic power of his mount, the Dark Demon Dog, to cast such a wide range of spells, the magic power consumption would be staggering. , 100% of the magic power in his body was reduced to 70%. As for the dark devil dog, half of the magic power was also lost, and he looked a little sluggish.

On top of the wall, the soldiers guarding the city of Bavaria couldn't help but tremble when they saw the tragic situation under the wall. They looked at Baghdad, who was wrapped in black armor, with sincere awe. Below, it was simply a purgatory on earth.

The moment the green fire fell, at least five people died. Now half a minute later, at least 20,000 people turned into skeletons in an instant. (To be continued.)