Mage? Spell Engineer!

The rebel camps were half-buried in the ground, covered with rags and covered with grass and other camouflage. The stronghold is in a swamp. No matter whether it is a lobster soldier or a knight, if you enter rashly, you will get one foot deep and one foot shallow. The unlucky ones will be swallowed by the dark gray quagmire.

Only gray elves can figure out where there is no soft mud, where there are wooden boards to get in and out, and then recycle it.

Fierce quarrels broke out within the rebels over whether to relieve the town.

Some people believe that winning the city was not easy, and the establishment of the Restoration Council can encourage compatriots throughout Air Island to fight against the kingdom.

Some people feel that the risk of attacking the kingdom's regular army is too great. The Restoration Council should not have defended Bellandst in the first place. If it had been as flexible as the rebels in gathering, dispersing and moving, it would not have fallen into the passive situation it is today.

The result of the heated discussion was that rescue was still needed. The supreme commander said: "After all, we have to bump Istani's fist, and we must let those people know the pain at any cost. In the future, only people with wool or top hats will take our ideas seriously."

Not only weapons, but also spirits were distributed, and the resistance army was broken into pieces. Small groups emerged from the silent mire, and gathered into the largest army of gray elves.

They did not have uniforms, and their faces and bodies were covered with mud. Some were holding guns snatched from the kingdom's armory, and some were just holding sickles and pitchforks.

"Will you win?" The young warrior's eyes were bright under the moonlight. He knew there would be bloodshed and casualties soon, but his light blue eyes looked at a future without the oppression of the kingdom.

"I will definitely do it, I will definitely do it, little Silsa"

boom! boom!

When the rebels reached the edge of the city, the lobster soldiers had already begun bombarding the ancient city wall, and the cannon barrels roared in an attempt to tear apart the rebels' defense line.

When the cannonball hit, the ancient but remaining city wall immediately exposed the gap, but soon twisted tree trunks grew from the ground to fill the gap. The artillerymen were so busy that they were sweating profusely, but the result was a city surrounded by forests. At least there were several towering trees standing closely near the city gate.

The knight leader twirled his beard and analyzed the battle situation: "There is a spellcaster, no, is it a wizard from the elves?" The druids, the elf king's acolytes, and the witch priests are not systematic in the kingdom's records, and most of the time they can Vaguely referred to as "wizard".

The extraordinary person who was supposed to be eradicated in the war of conquest has resurfaced, making the knight leader a little uneasy about the next battle. Isn’t the rebels’ trump card the rebels?

The Knights sent out several small teams to scout the perimeter, and finally got something: "A small army is approaching from the southeast!"

"Explore and report again to find out the main force of the enemy." The regiment leader began to get serious. When mobilizing, he should have the momentum of looking at ants, but when it comes to the decisive moment, he should use his full strength.

The sacrifice of any knight is a huge loss. They are well-born and well-trained, and once the Knights of the Burning Lion are reduced, many benefits will be taken away by the other eleven knights overtly and covertly.

This battle must be won!

Finally arrived. Henry was refreshed after receiving the order. His servants had already put on the plate armor for him. The chaplains from the Church of Islam applied blessed holy water on the surface of their armor. The liquid flowed all over the dark lines on the armor. Suddenly there was a flash of inspiration.

If Rorschach or any mage who knows alchemy were present, he would laugh out loud. The so-called "holy water" is just something similar to alchemical ink. It is used to carry magic power and activate the patterns on the armor. They are similar to the circuits of the magic circle, activating Later, you can also increase some protection or other attribute bonuses.

"Thank you, it feels great." Under the command of the Knight Commander, Henry activated the [Dark Vision] scroll with his brothers. Although the scene did not change, it changed from a dark mass to a clear outline.

The four hooves of the iron cavalry trampled the road. Most of the area around the town had been hardened by the slaves and could no longer be an obstacle to the Istanis' battle. They kept a small pace and maneuvered to avoid being kicked early by the long ears. sound.

The resistance team can be seen. The other party was not the cannon fodder that Henry had imagined at first. Although they were of various sizes and generally looked thin, they were quiet and disciplined. It seemed that there were cavalry riding goats patrolling and reconnaissance around the team.

The goat's reconnaissance range is not enough to see at all. The members of the Knights sneered in their hearts, and they invariably took a deep breath of the holy oil without any order.

great! "charge!"

Go ahead, go ahead! Henry felt that the horse was accelerating too slowly. The excitement brought to him by the holy oil made the knight want to run towards the team, draw his sword, and cut down the thin hemp stalks with one swing.

By the time the rebels discovered the cavalry charge, it was already too late, because the knight's speed had reached its peak and was unstoppable. Immature command, lack of nutrition and difficulty seeing clearly at night. Various unfavorable factors make the team unable to cope with emergencies.

Henry and his brothers easily penetrated several targets with their spears. Some of these elves did not have leather armor. Henry felt that it felt great in his hand. He pulled it out and shot a gun and then picked it up. When he rushed out of the team, he only heard the sound behind him. Screaming again and again.

The cavalry turned around and prepared for a second charge.

"The enemy is attacking, there is cavalry!" The rebels were all light infantry. They seemed unable to resist the impact. For a moment, they were in chaos. People with guns quickly fired at both sides of the team, but the projectiles fired did not find the enemy at all. location.

Mudbloods are just mud, and the so-called resistance is nothing more than that! Henry clamped his legs together, urging his horse to quickly send him to the enemy's formation.

The situation suddenly changed, and the knights who were supposed to enjoy their second unparalleled time seemed to have encountered various situations. Some were forced to slow down as if they were plunging into the mud, and some were directly knocked over by something. It was obvious that most of the gray elves were still in panic, but the knights were hindered by all kinds of obstacles.

Henry took the initiative to get off his horse. Whether they were people or horses, the elves were surrounding them like crazy. They carried spears and pitchforks and kept stabbing at the knights. Even if the horses kicked down a few attackers, they would soon be replaced by new sharp weapons and continue to attack.

Henry was in the crowd. He drew his sword with one hand and took out a preloaded fire blunderbuss with the other hand. Anyway, there were gray elves all around. He could hit them casually, but the explosion of gunpowder did not scare away these mudbloods. They didn't want to He continued to gather towards Henry as if destined.

"Don't you want your life? Damn it." He started to use his sword and swung it with great force across the enemy's body, but when one fell down, another one rushed up immediately, pitchfork and sickle to greet Henry, and when he swung the sword again, it was a weapon. The sound of metal clanging with farm tools.

"Damn it, why aren't you scared! Why don't you just run away with your head in your hands!"

"Because we have lost everything a long time ago. My homeland and my relatives are gone. It's worth losing your life for yours!" The attacks hit Henry like raindrops, and there was spittle.

Fortunately, these garbage can't break my defense. The knight is safe now, his armor is strong enough, and these inexperienced farmers don't know how to use blunt objects to smash plate armor. He wants to break out of the siege and form a formation with his brothers

Suddenly there was a sharp sting, and a blade penetrated the gap between his helmet and breastplate, cutting his muscles and blood vessels as horizontally as possible like opening an oyster.

impossible! My armor has protection on the back! And when will it arrive later?

However, he couldn't see that there was another gray elf behind him. The other party stepped on the body of his compatriot and had just been released from invisibility. A green fluorescent dagger was pressed into Henry's armor bit by bit, and the place where the blade came into contact was rusting rapidly. When the dagger was pressed in, a fatal rust hole was opened in the armor.

"I imagined dying at the hands of a woman, but I didn't expect it to be a mudblood." Henry's trachea was cut last, and he still had a chance to say the last words.

The killer coldly pulled out his dagger: "You died because of a female gray elf." Henry fell down, and the surrounding elves cheered: "Sirtha! Sirsa!"

Sirsa means freedom and independence in Elvish.