Another world, I have an elf magician

Aaron's words caused Nangong to think for a while.

She looked at Aaron who was covered in scars and said, "I will take care of it.

You are my friend in Lost Day City. We will treat you friendly. Go to the medical center to heal your injuries. "

Aaron nodded slightly, turned and left.

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Randy's perspective:

It's cloudy today and it's raining lightly.

The wind on the city wall made me very cold and my body shivered.

It seems that Lost Day City, a city in the center of the snowfield, rarely rains. There is a war raging outside, but the children inside are unaware of the situation and are playing together in the open space.

"The artillery is ready!"

"Ready!"

A female general next to me was directing the artillery.

The bronze gun was raised to a standard 45-degree angle and filled with ammunition.

"emission!"

The cannonball was shot out and fell in the sky with billowing smoke, like a meteor, piercing the air, releasing violent energy and scattering the Demonic Dragon Clan soldiers on the ground in the distance.

I turned around and saw that people in the city were hiding in safe places because they heard the gunfire.

This has been the norm in recent times.

Maybe the children had just gone out to play for a while when the deafening sound of artillery fire was heard outside the city, and they were taken away in a panic by the adults.

I shifted my gaze to the battlefield, squinted my eyes, and clearly saw groups of demonic dragon soldiers running through the storm area and towards the city wall.

They are not fools who just move forward recklessly and rampage.

In war, only a fool would rush forward without any protection.

Whether it is a large-scale battle or a small-scale war.

Using one's own body to resist an attack is a scenario that only appears in movies and TV shows.

Most of these Demonic Dragon Clan soldiers were close together, with siege tanks piled up in front of them.

The chariot can withstand normal magic damage, and even cannons can hardly break it into pieces.

Only a small number of lightly armored soldiers surrounded them from the sides and ran forward under the flames of war.

Most of the attacks were directed at the densely packed main force in the center.

The city gate was opened.

Groups of female soldiers wearing armor swarmed out, responsible for clearing out the enemy troops wearing light armor who quickly broke through the fire defense line.

Don't underestimate these enemy troops wearing light armor. Their purpose is to allow the main force behind them to approach smoothly and act as a distraction.

Once the firepower point is occupied by these people, there will be no fire suppression, and the enemy's main force will successfully approach, which will be a devastating blow to our own side.

I observed that the storm area created by the snowy ice crystals was no longer enough to stop the demon dragon soldiers.

I heard that it will become weaker and weaker. By then, Lost Day City will lose this protection and face a serious blow from the Demonic Dragon Tribe.

The soldiers sent by the Demonic Dragon Clan now want to consume the troops of Lost Day City like crazy. Once the resources are exhausted, the city will collapse.

I saw soldiers from both sides fighting each other on the battlefield, and the wounded were constantly being sent back to the city.

Once the number of warring parties exceeds thousands, even a high-level swordsman is likely to be overwhelmed by the sea of ​​​​people in the melee.

Cultivation only makes individuals stronger, but it does not mean that one can defeat a thousand.

Those who have truly reached the peak of their physical fitness are those clan-level swordsmen who can enter the battlefield without getting hurt even after entering and exiting several times.

However, once the number of warring parties exceeds tens of thousands, a quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change.

Even if it is a clan-level swordsman, there is a high probability that he will be devoured. Whether he can kill him or not is still a problem.

The biggest war I have ever seen was the war in the city of Humda.

At that time, the number of enemy troops participating in the war was estimated to have reached tens of thousands.

Hundreds of high-level swordsmen and magicians were submerged and turned into cannon fodder.

Looking back now, although the number is smaller, it is not something that a low-level magician like me can freely enter and exit.

I try my best to perform magic on the city wall, in a safe place like this.

Lightning, strong winds, small sandstorms, high-speed water bombs, whatever can be used, I use them all.

The magic cast by several senior magicians next to me was obviously much more advanced than mine.

I saw a huge fireball smash into the enemy's ranks from mid-air. It was as powerful as ten cannons, blowing up the chariot on the spot and causing the enemy soldiers to flip over.

The more capable ones condensed a magic circle at high altitude, continuously outputting powerful magical energy and bombarding the enemy.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel envious of this powerful power, and at the same time, I hoped that I could improve my strength as soon as possible and break through to the upper level.

Among the teams fighting at the front, I saw two familiar figures.

It's Jiang Miaoxuan and Nan Lingyin.

They flew into the air. One of them held a long whip and waved it vigorously. The power was as powerful as an overwhelming force and drove away hundreds of enemy soldiers.

The other one waved the sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy hit the enemy like a rainstorm, causing their bodies to be torn apart and their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

With the cooperation of powerful firepower, the enemy began to withdraw its troops.

Their number has been decreasing, and they must choose to retreat. They cannot be stupid enough to be the last person left, and they have to be stupid and rush over to die.

The real war is completely different from the previous movies and TV shows.

Maybe they wrote it that way to highlight heroism.

So I admire those screenwriters who are so imaginative that they can come up with such outrageous plots.

The real war in front of them severely slapped those people in the face.

War requires strategy. Although soldiers are more advanced cannon fodder, they cannot be consumed casually.

The mastermind directs from the rear and understands that only when these soldiers gather together can they form a powerful force. When they should be consumed, they should be consumed.

Victory in battles such as sieges is achieved step by step through this method of combined force consumption.

Lost Day City was protected once again.

Our own forces began to retreat, and the wounded were collected and cleaned up by specialized personnel and concentrated in the rear for recuperation.

I was assigned to a relatively easy position as a scavenger.

As the name suggests, he is responsible for searching for those who are still alive on the battlefield after the battle, and taking care of those enemies who pretend to be dead.

My elf eyes played a big role. There were living people buried under the corpses, and I could easily find them.

"careful!"

Suddenly, I used my elf eyes to spot an enemy soldier with a broken leg, mixed with the dead people around him, holding a short knife in his hand, waiting for the female soldier in front to come over, so that he could sneak attack.

When the female soldier was unprepared, the enemy soldier and I took action at the same time, using lightning magic to be one step ahead of the other and stop his action.

He was knocked away by the lightning I waved with my wand and went into shock on the spot.

I walked over and chopped off his head with my sword, successfully finishing the attack.

After continuing the search without any danger, the logistics staff and I worked together to return the still alive wounded to the city, and joined the treatment team to treat them with magic.