Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"We can't let them keep doing this... using these long-range magic weapons to attack us at will!" The Knight of the Judgment Army, Damir, pulled up the embarrassed magic consultant and said gloomily, "Open the city gate immediately and let the lord's family knights charge with us!"

There are indeed spellcasters hidden among the civilian soldiers outside the city. Judging from the attack interval of the strange magic weapon, it is obvious that the spellcaster needs to infuse his own magic power to drive it. He has seen too many alchemy tricks of these wizards in the Evil Moon Mountains... The best way to deal with them is to fight them at close range, so that those guys have no chance and time to manipulate the magic weapon.

The magic power reserve of the spellcaster himself is limited. If all the power is used to manipulate the magic weapon, the magic power will naturally be exhausted quickly. At that time, these weak guys will be more vulnerable than those unarmored civilian soldiers.

Thinking of this, Damir decided not to delay any longer. He drew the enchanted long sword at his waist and walked down the city wall. Magic consultant Angel hurriedly followed at the signal of the baron's eyes.

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When the fierce thunderous explosion on the city wall appeared, the knights of the Earl family gathered at the city gate, and the dozens of knights of the Judgment Army who arrived later, had just finished lining up and were checking their armor and swords.

The huge explosion and tremor above their heads frightened the war horses and made them neigh constantly. Many knights pulled the reins to control their horses to spin in place, causing the team that had just assembled to fall into chaos again.

"Did the enemy send a spellcaster to attack?" The battle priest looked at the knight Damir who hurried over from the city wall and asked with a frown.

Damir nodded, turned over and mounted his restless warhorse, raised his sword to signal the knights behind him, "The city gate is about to open, everyone follow me to charge immediately, the enemy is less than a kilometer away from us, we must break through their defenses as quickly as possible!"

He turned his head and saw the magic consultant Angel who followed him, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Angel, please send someone to follow us out of the city and help us deal with those spellcasters hiding in the soldiers."

Angel nodded in agreement. There was obviously no sign of high-level spellcasters in the opponent's army. Otherwise, when the city wall was attacked just now, those guys who could fly in the air would have taken advantage of the opportunity to enter. This also shows that most of the people who manipulate those long-range magic tools are low- and medium-level mages. With this group of judgement knights and combat priests of the church blocking them in front, the chances of winning this battle are very high.

When everyone was ready, they waited for a long time but found that the city gate was still not open.

This gate, which weighs thousands of pounds and is made of iron bars and solid wood, needs several guards on the city wall to turn a wheel-sized capstan to slowly open it. But the order to open the gate has been issued for a long time. Why is there no sign of the gate moving and opening?

Just as Damir was about to send another guard to the city wall to urge, a muffled thunder exploded in his ears again.

Then, violent explosions sounded one after another. Damir grabbed the reins of the warhorse and was about to use the brute force of the blood knight to suppress the horse's restlessness when the huge stone bricks next to the city gate suddenly burst open!

Boom!

The scattered debris shot out from the thick smoke and dust like a crossbow arrow. Damir only had time to hear the sound of flying stones breaking through the air, and then he felt numbness in his chest, shoulders and waist. He realized that his armor was pierced by something, and the body wrapped in it was also pierced.

The Knight Commander, who was gifted with blood, immediately mobilized all his strength and used his muscles to force the wound to close and slow down the blood flow. As long as the internal organs and head were not penetrated, this injury would not make a high-level judge lose the ability to fight.

But the next second, he heard the thunder again in his ears in despair...

"Why are they... Why are they attacking faster and faster? Is there no interval between spells?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the horse under him suddenly trembled violently, raised its front legs high and neighed in pain. The Knight Commander had no time to react and was thrown off the horse heavily. The frightened warhorse stepped on his knee again in the frenzy.

A sharp pain that pierced his heart made him groan, and the wound that had been suppressed burst open immediately.

Two knights of the Judgment Army gathered around him, drove away the mad horse for him and dragged him aside, "Knight Commander! Are you injured?"

Damiel turned his head in the chaos and found that the knights' square was in chaos. Many people were injured and fell off their horses. Those at the back of the charging team rode their horses to the two sides of the city gate, trying to avoid the sudden explosion.

He grabbed the arm of his knight and tried his best to stand up, but he failed after several attempts. He gritted his teeth and looked at his injured leg. He found that his knee was bloody and the deformed and broken leg armor pierced his thigh. He could vaguely see the white broken bones sticking out of the muscles and pants.

Damiel felt a chill in his heart, and the strange thunder sounded again...

This time, the stone beam above the city gate was hit.

He saw with his own eyes that a huge stone brick broke and fell to the ground and hit a knight who was galloping on his horse, instantly smashing him and his horse into meat paste.

"It's a high-level spellcaster! It's the high-level wizard group of the Federation!"

A magic consultant from the Earl's family in the back screamed in shock, and the already chaotic scene immediately exploded.

They were not fighting a pioneer lord in the northern wilderness, but facing a high-level wizard war group of the Spellcaster Union. What was the point of fighting? Staying here was just waiting for death!

The knights who had originally assembled turned their horses around and fled to the city behind, knocking the magic consultants and wizard followers who were originally behind them to the ground, and trampling on each other like headless flies.

Knight Damir was dragged away from the city gate quickly by two loyal judges. Just a few meters away, he heard a rolling thunder and a millstone-sized wall stone flew over his head.

The stone came straight at them, and the chief knight of the Judgement Army closed his eyes in despair.

The last sound he heard before losing consciousness was a terrified roar from behind him.

"The city gate is broken!"

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Four volleys, three missed.

Lynx felt that the cold sweat from his vest was about to soak his thick winter combat uniform. He secretly glanced at the gloomy face of the commander standing not far away, and looked down at the four empty boxes of the ammunition box full of twelve magic energy shells under his feet.

It's over! This time it's definitely over! Obviously, during the training on weekdays, the artillery group he was in had the best accuracy. When they fought against the enemy in the field outside Jackdaw Town yesterday, they also played well.

Why did they perform abnormally today? They must have been dragged down by those useless comrades in the other artillery groups!

He gritted his teeth and glared at the leaders of the left and right artillery groups, and found that everyone's face was not very good, and some were secretly turning their backs to wipe the sweat stains on their foreheads.

The gate of Grizzliburg, a thousand meters away, is indeed a smaller target for artillery fire than the cavalry array of four or five hundred people charging in a group, but this thing is a dead object that can't move. How did these guys manage to miss it after three rounds of firing?

Pierce's face was ashen, looking at the gate that finally burst open after the last round of artillery fire, with only one thought in his mind.

If he can't find enough spoils in the city of the Count of Grizzliburg to make up for the loss of ammunition this time, I'm afraid that even if Lord Harvey won't reprimand him too much when he returns to the territory this time, Mentor Asdalen will not let him go.

And Reiner, he cares the most about these already very scarce magic energy shells...