My Magic Age

Just like a magic pen drawing countless black lines in the sky, the spears crossed the sky, presenting a series of parabolas and flew towards the Faceless Warriors.

The Faceless Warriors sensed the danger, and they stopped on the mountainside. Seeing the rain of flying spears, they roared and waved their thick tentacles to knock down the flying spears above their heads.

The barbarian slaves threw out sharp steel pipes. When those thick and long steel pipes fell in the air, they made a deafening buzzing sound. The Faceless Mystics in the regiment once again discovered the pure white hexagram magic circle. A water curtain appeared above the regiment, like an inverted small bowl, covering all the Faceless Warriors.

Although the steel pipes penetrated the water cover created by the mystics, the speed of their descent was slowed down.

In the dazzling sunlight, a colorful rainbow appeared on the water cover.

At this moment, I found that the four thick tentacles of the Faceless Warrior were covered with a layer of fine scales. The spears that fell from the air pierced these tentacles, slid to the sides and fell to the ground. Only one or two of the spears thrown out caused some damage to the Faceless Warrior.

The Faceless Warrior roared like a tsunami and continued to climb to the top of the mountain under the rain of spears.

Justus and I looked at each other, and we saw the horror in each other's eyes. Even if this group of Faceless Warriors left the sea, the power they showed was enough to match the peak Construct Knights who were infinitely close to the second or first turn.

More than a hundred Faceless Warriors gathered densely on the hillside plank road. We realized that the determination of the Faceless Legion's top leaders to kill us was so great that they transferred a force equivalent to a Construct Knight Corps from the depths of the sea to encircle and suppress us.

Some faceless warriors picked up the spears stuck in the ground with their tentacles. Their tentacles were very powerful. On the hillside a few hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, they threw the spears towards the top of the mountain. Unfortunately, the spears thrown upwards were not accurate at all, and only a few of them fell on the top of the mountain.

Kalancuo, standing on the boulder, had a solemn face. The barbarian warriors crowded on the trenches, waiting for Kalancuo's order, and they would rush down to fight these faceless warriors in close combat, but the faces of every barbarian slave were no longer relaxed. I was not too far away from these barbarians, and I could clearly hear the heavy panting of the barbarian slaves, just like the bellows that were constantly pulled in the blacksmith shop.

The fighting spirit kept condensing on the barbarian slaves, and the orc warriors stopped throwing. They were eager to accumulate momentum and prepare to charge, but quietly waited for the group of faceless warriors to continue climbing up.

Just when the faceless warrior was less than 200 meters away from the top of the mountain, Kalancuo shouted loudly: "Push all those rolling logs down!"

The eight barbarian slaves had been waiting under the baffle for a long time and were a little impatient. When they heard Kalancuo's order, they immediately swung their moon blade axes to chop the hardwood legs that were more than one person thick, and the wood chips flew everywhere. The rolling logs blocked by the baffle on the top of the mountain began to sink little by little, and the entire wooden baffle made a creaking sound.

As the hardwood legs were chopped off by the barbarian slaves with a few axes, the entire baffle collapsed. The rolling logs with a diameter of four or five meters in the baffle slowly rolled down the slope. Each rolling log was fifteen or sixteen meters long. When they rolled over the ground, the slope of the top of the mountain trembled.

"Boom..."

Dozens of rolling logs rolled down from the top of the hill at the same time, and more than a dozen barbarian slaves worked together to push down the stone balls placed behind them one by one.

"You bunch of idiots, why didn't you take charge of lighting the fire?" Kalancuo was shocked to see the logs rolling down the hillside with a loud rumble, and he yelled at the orc warriors beside him. The orc warriors looked at each other innocently, and dared not say a word.

When Kalancuo realized that he had not arranged for the orc warriors to light the logs that were coated with a layer of corpse fire oil, it was too late to make up for it.

"Ying Li, where is your 'fireball technique'?" I quickly stood up from the trench and shouted to the side.

Ying Li was hiding in the trench, chatting with Helena. When she heard me calling her, she looked at me. I pointed at the rolling logs at the bottom of the hill and repeated to her: "Release your fireball spell on those rolling logs."

Ying Li thought that she would have nothing to do with this battle, but she didn't expect me to call her at this time. Seeing the rolling logs rolling down like an avalanche, Ying Li immediately understood where the problem was. She hurriedly stood on the trench, quickly unfolded the magic scroll of "fireball spell" in her hand, and recited a spell briefly. A dark red hexagram magic circle condensed in front of her, and a rolling burning fireball appeared in the center of the magic circle.

Ying Li controlled the fireball and let it fly down the hill.

The big fireball turned into a meteor, wrapped in rolling flames, and slowly rotated itself, flying towards the Faceless War Group at the bottom of the hill.

Seeing the huge logs rolling down from the top of the mountain, the Faceless Warriors on the hillside couldn't help but want to dodge. They could swim freely in the sea, and were not used to this way of moving on land. By the time they realized that the entire team was crowded in the mountain path on the slope, they wanted to evacuate the battle group and avoid the rolling logs, but it was too late.

The Faceless Warrior at the front wanted to retreat, but was blocked by the warriors behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

In a panic, they looked at the dense forests on both sides of the mountain and wanted to get into the dense forests with vines, but they saw several faceless warriors entangled with vines, like beetles trapped in spider webs.

The remaining faceless warriors stopped and looked at the huge trees rolling down overhead, crushing the faceless warriors who rushed to the front under the huge trees. The painful wails resounded through the valley, and at the same time awakened the other panicked faceless warriors.

The dozen faceless warriors standing in the front had no way to avoid it. Seeing the huge trees rolling down, they sank down in despair, supporting their bodies with their hands and feet, and the other two tentacles were placed on the huge trees, using their flesh and blood to hit the thundering huge trees. The huge trees crushed the faceless warriors in the front row, and the backs of these faceless warriors hit their companions behind them.

The faceless warriors at the back squeezed into the crowd, and could only use their shoulders to support the bodies of the faceless warriors in front. The tentacles of these faceless warriors intertwined and quickly formed a flesh wall, using their flesh and blood to block the rolling logs rushing down the hillside.

The first row of rolling logs was resisted by the faceless warriors with their bodies, and the second row of rolling logs hit the back of the first row of rolling logs. The entire defense line slid down the hill for nearly five meters and was stopped by the faceless warriors again. The third row of rolling logs rushed down again, and the collision force was no longer so obvious. The rolling logs gradually accumulated in front of the faceless war group, forming a slope-shaped wooden wall.

The faceless warriors at the back of the war group stepped on the bodies of the faceless warriors in the front row, climbed over the wooden wall and continued to climb up.

For a moment, the faceless war group that was blocked below the halfway point of the mountain started to move again.

At the same time, the six faceless mystics cast the third magic together. A huge wave gradually condensed from behind the wooden wall and pushed upward against the mountain. Without the support of magic, the water cover above the battle group collapsed instantly.

The rolling logs behind rolled down with the force of thunder and lightning, carrying a huge impact force, and hit the waves one after another.

The tens of meters long wave collapsed rapidly under the impact of the third rolling log, forming a torrent that poured down along the sides of the hillside, also making the hillside muddy. The rolling logs that smashed the huge waves were also stopped by the huge waves and piled up on the wooden wall on the hillside.

A large number of faceless warriors climbed over the wooden wall on the hillside, and their climbing movements were obviously much faster.

At this time, Ying Li had just unfolded the magic scroll and released a huge fireball with blazing flames. This fireball was like a meteor, rushing straight down from the top of the mountain, passing over those faceless warriors. Although the fireball was constantly attenuating as it passed through the sky, it flew all the way to the wooden wall on the mountainside and hit a rolling log, exploding with sparks.

The rolling log was covered with a layer of corpse fire oil. Although many places had been scraped off and washed away by the huge waves, there was still a lot of sticky corpse fire oil on it. The sparks from the big fireball ignited the corpse fire oil on the rolling log, and the flames jumped from the rolling log.

At this time, all the Faceless Warriors had crossed the wooden wall. Behind them were thousands of Faceless Warriors, who were also climbing over the wooden wall frantically. Some of the Faceless Warriors were blocked by the fire on the rolling log. The Faceless Mystics cast the magic of the storm in an attempt to extinguish the fire on the rolling log, but the fire on the rolling log became more and more intense.

Gradually, they became one piece. Only a few hundred Faceless Warriors crossed the wooden wall on the mountainside, and the rest of the Faceless Warriors were blocked by the fire.

Just as the Faceless Warriors continued to climb up, rolling fireballs fell from the mountain. These fireballs seemed much smaller, only more than one person tall, and they were spherical. Although they were burning with flames, there were not so many of them and they could not form a row.

Seeing these fireballs rolling down, the Faceless Warriors in front waved their tentacles, trying to intercept them like intercepting rolling logs.

When the fireballs hit the faceless warriors, they knocked the faceless generals to the ground. The fireballs rolled over the faceless generals and covered them with a layer of corpse fire oil. The flames covered the faceless generals and began to burn fiercely.

The fire spread to the surroundings little by little. The wooden wall on the mountainside had completely turned into a wall of fire. The thick smoke rolled into the sky. We were on the top of the mountain. Even if we were in an upper wind position, we could still smell a pungent smell.

Those burning stone balls brought considerable casualties to the faceless war group. The scorching stone balls finally broke into several petals under the impact.

Many faceless generals had their skin burned and cracked under the smoke and fire. Some faceless generals had their tentacles crushed by the rolling stone balls. Some faceless generals were covered with flames that could not be extinguished. Even in this adversity, this group of faceless generals still rushed to the top of the mountain without hesitation.

Kalancuo stood on the boulder at the top of the mountain, looking at the faceless warriors who were close at hand on the hillside, and waved to Kentoya, the captain of the flamethrower team. She seemed to be in no mood to say those two words. For the orc warriors, such a battle was somewhat unfair for them.

The orc warriors set up the flamethrower on the trench, facing the faceless warriors who had been tortured by the corpse fire oil and rolling logs and stones. The six wind formations on the flamethrower sprayed the atomized corpse fire oil at the faceless warriors who rushed up. Six flames like the breath of a dragon gushed out from the flamethrower, crisscrossing the battlefield near the top of the mountain.

A scorching wave of air hit all the people on the top of the mountain. In order to avoid the heat wave, the orc warriors and barbarian slaves jumped into the trenches one after another. The ice shields erected in front of the six orc warriors carrying flamethrowers melted by nearly half in an instant. They were wearing thick fireproof leather armor, and the exposed skin was burned to varying degrees. The exposed hair was also slightly curled by the burn.

The battlefield in front of us was completely reduced to a sea of ​​fire. Countless faceless warriors struggled in the sea of ​​fire. They were wrapped in flames and struggled to death in the flames. They continued to rush to the top of the mountain with their own strong vitality.

The barbarian slaves in the trenches were already eager to try. As long as the faceless warriors engulfed by flames crossed the trenches, they would have a chance to join the battle. Although fighting with these firemen must be uncomfortable, the flames could not stop the fighting enthusiasm of the barbarian slaves.

However, these barbarian slaves did not get what they wanted after all, because a huge ice wall suddenly fell from the sky on their trenches, completely blocking these faceless warriors on the battlefield, and also blocking the heat waves on the battlefield.

If it were normal, such an ice wall would not be able to resist the faceless warriors at all, but in this case, the ice wall standing in front of the trench, as soon as it appeared, brought these faceless warriors a deep despair. Some faceless warriors were burning with blazing flames, and they jumped onto the ice wall, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but were pierced through by the black iron spears pierced from behind the ice wall.

Next, it was no longer a battle, just like harvesting wheat in the fields in autumn. The barbarian slaves and orc warriors guarded the edge of the battlefield, constantly harvesting the lives of the faceless warriors, and the hundreds of faceless warriors who followed behind had no ability to rush out of the sea of ​​fire, and all died in the sea of ​​fire.

The orc warrior Kentoya blew a whistle, and the flames on the battlefield stopped abruptly. Only the dying Faceless warriors were still running around in the fire. Their bodies were burnt and the billowing smoke turned into a column of smoke that could reach the sky.

There were more Faceless warriors blocked by the blazing wooden wall on the mountainside. They seemed to have given up the idea of ​​rushing to the top of the mountain.

Just when I thought the battle was over, the crater of the dead volcano island suddenly began to shake. We all needed to support each other to stand firm. On the sea level in the distance, a huge wave of tens of meters high suddenly surged out, like a wall of water, madly crashing into the dead volcano island.

Justus looked at the huge wave with horror on his face, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while.