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In the dark night, stratus clouds surged, gray and black, and large swaths of clouds were assembled to form a huge vortex over La Serena, as if to swallow everyone into it.

However, no one had the time to look up at this strange celestial phenomenon. Everyone was shocked by the situation in front of them. Even those mages gradually showed negative emotions of panic or despair on their faces.

There are not too many mages in La Serena, and they are all concentrated here for defense at the moment. At a glance, there are dozens of them. There are very few mages, and even fewer advanced ones.

Tines did not hide in the city hall, he went into battle himself, running around on the city wall. This city-state governor may have some talents, but he is obviously not good at commanding on the battlefield.

Those mages were arranged by him around the city wall, attacking the undead with his good spells, and assisting the soldiers and swordsmen, but the powerful scene that people imagined did not appear, but many problems were exposed.

The first is command confusion. Because these mages have different talents, water, fire, earth, wind, and various elements, when the water mage smashes the water ball down, the fire mage also uses the fire ball to attack the undead. As a result, the water and fire meet and cancel each other out. It is greatly discounted, and some earth mages use the ground trapping spell to trap the undead in potholes, but in fact this is not very useful. The undead do not have the normal consciousness of human beings, and all potentials are maximized. They don't know Pain, even if you fall in, you will persevere in climbing up, and the more you use the ground trap, it will affect the foundation of the city wall, thereby affecting its sturdiness.

Tines was obviously helpless in this chaotic scene. The sense of superiority of the mages was already very strong. There was no one with high prestige and strength here, so they couldn't control the scene at all. Although Tines was the lord of the city, he was not a A mage, and the adjutant, Baron Ryan is a mage, but he doesn't have enough prestige.

The chaotic scene turned the mages who could have exerted powerful power into a mess.

They each fight in their own way, perhaps the common goal is to repel the undead, but in fact, everyone is so unconsciously dragging each other's hind legs.

"..." Looking at the scene in front of him, Yannick felt that if he quickly followed the civilians and escaped through the other city gate, his chances of survival might be higher.

"Your Excellency Hill!" The fat city lord strode over, his face was covered with sweat and stains, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. "Many of us have been injured. Your Excellency Chris said that you are a priest. Let me ask you to come and help us! You can help us a lot, right?" Tines' small eyes shone with anticipation.

"Forgive me for being rude," Yannick said, "but I think it is necessary to call Chris over now. The scene is too chaotic. Look, how can the water mage and the fire mage be arranged together?"

Tines smiled wryly: "No way, it was originally allocated at the beginning, but there are more and more damned undead, and everyone's position needs to be changed flexibly, which is what you see now! I also hope that His Excellency Chris can Come here, with his prestige and ability, he must be able to command this kind of scene, but now he needs to brew a magic potion, if there is no potion, those wounded soldiers may soon become our enemies!"

Ryan ran over in a hurry, with a forced calm on his face. In order not to shake people's hearts, he deliberately walked up to a few people, and then whispered to Tines: "There seems to be something wrong with the magic teleportation array. Your Excellency Fan not coming!"

A look similar to seeing the end of the world suddenly appeared on Tines' chubby face: "We are going to end!"

This is the first time he has heard this name, but Yannick still finished what he was about to say: "I can heal them, but I only have one person after all. And I think what is more important now is Let the mages attack according to their abilities and areas of expertise, the effect will be better, otherwise they will be exhausted after a long time!"

Tines couldn't hide the frustration on his face, and he nodded dejectedly: "Of course, of course, I understand! But now please hurry up and heal them!"

Of course Yannick could hear his perfunctory, but now he has no time to care about it.

"Your Excellency Tines, if you don't mind, I am willing to help you command this battle!"

Tines looked at the priest in surprise, as if he had told some unbelievable joke.

Ryan on the side couldn't help laughing: "You, a priest? Going to command a group of mages?!"

Yannick looked calm: "The lord of the city is Your Excellency Tines, so naturally he will take care of the overall planning, but I can help a little."

Ryan was even more impolite: "The only thing you can help is treatment! You are the only priest in the entire La Serena. If you refuse to treat them, we will immediately announce your identity loudly! The anger of these mages is enough to put You throw it away to be with the undead!"

Before the priest could speak, Sophia retorted unceremoniously: "Your Excellency Ryan, why hasn't your mouth been wiped clean with a silk cloth from the imperial capital to La Serena? Oh, yes, I heard that you were still exiled to Here? Even your father can't protect you, it seems that the mistake you made is big enough!"

Ryan's face suddenly turned pale.

No matter what time, there is still internal strife.

The priest sighed, and was about to try his best to persuade Tines, when he heard a voice behind him.

"Do as he says."

As soon as he turned around, Chris stood behind him, still using the confusion spell, but his voice sounded a little tired.

"Are you OK?"

"Your Excellency Chris!"

Yannick and Tines spoke almost at the same time.

"It's time-consuming and labor-intensive to boil potions." Chris answered Yannick first, and then said, "Tinas, do as he said."

"But..." Tines was a little embarrassed, asking him to listen to the words of an unqualified priest and bet the fate of the entire city?

"Even without him, it couldn't be any worse now." Chris pointed out bluntly. "Before the envoys from the imperial capital arrive, listen to Yannick's command first."

"Yes yes yes!" Tines wiped his sweat and had no choice but to agree.

Ryan seemed to want to say something, but Chris called his name directly: "Ryan, come and help me brew the potion."

"But, but, that's something a trainee magician can do..." Ryan was a little surprised and reluctant.

"Throw you down, or help me boil the potion, choose one." Chris didn't talk nonsense.

"..." Ryan had no choice but to walk behind Chris dejectedly.

"...Okay, then next, Priest Hill," the city lord sighed, "what should we do?"

There are more and more wounded soldiers on the city wall, not only ordinary soldiers, but even some swordsmen were scratched or bitten by the undead, and there are even some mages among them. Mantra time.

With the increase in the number of injuries, the magic potion is already a bit insufficient, and everyone knows that it can't completely eradicate the toxins on the wound, so even after using the potion, the color of the wound is still getting darker and darker a little bit, which makes panic Emotions keep expanding and deepening.

There are more and more undead under the city wall. The moat is full of corpses. The function as a barrier has been completely lost. The undead behind step on these corpses and pile up on the city wall. More and more undead can climb over the tall city wall. One after another was filled with cursing, shouting and screaming, as well as the screams of the wounded.

And some soldiers who were too seriously injured and died before using the potion also became the new force of the undead army. They turned around and attacked their former companions. Because of the psychological impact, many people had no time to react, and their bodies were more or less Hang the lottery, the situation does not look very optimistic.

"Please organize a team, carry the wounded down and resettle them as soon as there are wounded, don't let them stand on the city wall, it will hinder other people's fighting spirit." Yanick said.

Although Tines was a little unhappy to be robbed of his power by a priest, but since Chris had already explained it just now, he followed suit. Anyway, when the time comes for the imperial capital to pursue the responsibility, he can also bring Chris' name out to block Shut the mouths of those people in the imperial capital.

"Also, please select all the mages of the four elements, a group of wind and fire mages, a pair of earth and water mages, let the fire mages attack the undead first, and the wind mages will assist them, and wait for their magic power When it is almost exhausted, switch to the earth-type mage, and finally the water-type."

"The soldiers waited for the mage to finish the first round of attacks before throwing those stones down. There is no need to rush to throw them now. The swordsmen will assist the mage beside him."

"The other city gate should also be blocked immediately, and no one is allowed to enter or exit. Otherwise, if undead break through from there, the consequences will be disastrous."

As a pure oriental, at this time, it is inevitable to think of the various military formations that the east is proud of, but in fact, these things are useless in the face of undead who have no human reason at all.What's more, an ordinary person in a peaceful age, even if he has read a few military books, it is impossible to use it on the battlefield immediately-the golden finger is not what you want to open, you can open it if you want.

After much deliberation, Yannick thinks that the only thing that is still useful may be the study of overall planning.

Even though he wasn't the one who made the effort, and it wasn't him who fought, but being able to straighten out the chaotic situation must still be of some help to the battle situation.

Tines delivered the orders one by one according to what he said, even though the mages were not so willing to follow - they felt that a city lord who couldn't use magic should just cool off, which made the delivery and efficiency of orders a bit slow.

After Yannick made a threat like "I think I should tell Lord Chris", Tines had to gather his energy and go forward to persuade the mages one by one until they obeyed the order.

I didn't feel it at first, but gradually, the effect began to show.

Those undead who were attacked by fire magic fell down, and the earth spears that fell from the sky penetrated them one by one, causing the stacked human wall to collapse completely. Finally, there was water magic. They turned into rain arrows, nailing the undead firmly to the ground.

The swordsmen and soldiers guarding the mage, when they saw the undead climbing up, they stepped forward and killed them without hesitation, allowing the mage to have time to breathe and chant the spell.

The situation was obviously improving slowly, Tines couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and had to admit that the priest's method was still useful.

He took out a silk cloth to wipe the sweat off his forehead, "Your Excellency Hill, what do you think we should do now?"

Just after saying this, the two heard a commotion behind them, mixed with cheers.

"Your Excellency Fan is here!"

"Your Excellency is finally here!"

"Great, we are saved!"

When all the mages heard this name, they all looked at the source of the sound, with obvious surprise, as if seeing a savior.

There are many torches and bonfires on the city wall, reflecting even the sky is almost bright.

A person wearing a light blue magic robe appeared in Yannick's sight.

The other party looks very young. Of course, as a mage or a priest, the stronger the magic power, the less likely it is to see the age. Excluding those who don't mind the marks left on their faces by the years, many mages or priests pay great attention to it. Image, deliberately maintain appearance.

Yannick asked Sophia in a low voice: "This Lord Fan's surname is Fan? Is he from a commoner background?"

Sophia said: "No, his surname is very long. His full name is Fandelini Gabila, so he is called Fan for short. It is an old aristocratic family of the Charlemagne Empire. But because of his teacher, His Excellency Saint Simon is a member of the Garter Empire." So he spent most of the year in the Garter Empire." She exclaimed in a low voice, "You see, he is really too young, I heard that he is only 25 years old this year, and he has already reached the level of a great magician!"

Hearing this answer, Yannick realized that he had misunderstood. He originally thought that Mudd Fan might be another time traveler. After all, this surname sounds too oriental, but it took him a long time to find out. Not at all.

Unlike Chris, who was wearing a black robe with no visible magic level, the cuffs of the robe of the young mage who was walking towards them were embroidered with five circles of golden silk threads. Low-key, but it also shows his identity as a great magician.

The young mage walked up to Tines and the others. As a great magician, he didn't need to salute to Tines. Instead, Tines was full of surprises. He seemed to want to cry to express himself The excitement in my heart.

"You're finally here!"

The young mage nodded slightly in response, and was not in a hurry to greet the city lord, but looked at Yannick, and then showed a kind smile.

"I am very glad to see a priest here. There is a wounded person below who has suffered a serious injury, and the magic potion can't suppress it. Could you please heal him?"

Yannick was still wearing a cloak wrapped in the priest's robe underneath, tight and tight, but the other party still revealed his identity immediately.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that after fooling the two elves just now, he forgot to add a cover spell to the power ring in his hand.

The attitude of the other party can be called gentle, and it does not have the hostility of ordinary mages towards priests, but such people are more difficult to deal with than those who are above the seven emotions from the beginning.