Dust of History Chapter 38: Never Surrender (Part 1)

A battle of 4,000 people against more than ten people should not be called a battle, but a massacre. This battle was no exception. It was indeed a massacre, but it was 4,000 people who were massacred, killed by those more than a dozen mixed demihumans and two humans.

Although these 4,000 people are temporarily integrated miscellaneous troops, they by no means are vulnerable to a single blow. In fact, they are even far more effective than Erasia's regular troops. The apologists of the various subdistricts of the Church of Erasia are trained by old templars who retired from Celeste as instructors, and many fighters were not selected from the selection of templars. Regardless of losing the election, just being eligible to participate in Celeste's selection is a proof of strength. Moreover, there are a large number of magicians and priests. The strength of the magicians who are often honed in the battles with Negan and Tatalia is by no means comparable to the magicians who play tricks in the adventure team. shoulder to shoulder.

From a certain point of view, apart from being a little isolated on the wild highlands due to the small number of people, this army's combat effectiveness is absolutely beyond doubt. But such an elite was slaughtered so that it was powerless to fight back.

The battle was coming to an end, more than 300 elite warriors guarded the five senior magicians and a dozen or so priests in the center, looking at the approaching enemy with a desperate fighting spirit.

Three ogres with heavy armor like a steel barrier were panting, and the sound of wheezing and wheezing came from under the blood-dripping all-steel mask, as if they also had a strong smell of blood. They were already tired from killing. up.

These are almost three huge killing machines. The mace in their hands is the gear for grinding meat. Even the shields that prevent heavy cavalry from charging are fragile under this weapon. Not to mention the human body. And that heavy armor, which is impenetrable to swords and guns, makes most of the attacks ineffective. The key is that there are magic circles tattooed on it. It can be seen from the fact that each ogre has resisted several magic attacks. The magic material embedded in the armor is enough to equip a dozen magicians.

The four werewolves did not have such exaggerated equipment, so two of them were injured. They didn't kill many people, but they were all elites and masters in this army. Those warriors who could have used their skills and experience to deal with the delaying ogre all died in their hands. What these werewolves possess is not only physical strength, but their martial skills are not weaker than those who have experienced many battles. One of the fighters didn't even use a flail, but a deadly weapon like the Meteor Hammer. But two fine steel long swords that absolutely pay attention to skill and speed. The natural agility of werewolves is much stronger than that of humans, even comparable to elves.

Three of the lizardmen use huge long knives, and the four use chain crossbows with extremely high precision and strength. Obviously, only dwarf craftsmen can make such powerful crossbow bolts. It is to support and assist those huge killing machines.

These dozen or so demihumans are now dripping blood from every part of their bodies, which is the life of more than 3,000 church soldiers. Make these demihumans look like demons who just crawled out of the blood pool hell.

But these demons are not showing their teeth and claws now. Nor did he growl violently. Instead, they remained silent like a group of well-trained soldiers. The eyes of the church fighters were not focused on them much. These monsters didn't even look tall and scary, because there was another person in front of them.

A standard-looking human being, tall, with a thin and pale face. The body outline and muscle curves are more perfect than the most perfect sculpture, because no matter how the stone is carved, it will not have such an almost violent, but still life like a mountain.

Almost all remaining fighters are watching this man. Those black eyes allow everyone who is looking at them to see clearly. It is like a boundless black ocean inside, and there will be no wave if it swallows everyone here. This person is the only exception here. Although he is standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, there is no trace of blood on his body. Only one layer

Pale white vindictive light.

In this hellish Shura field, he seems to be a god.

The man sighed, the white light on his body dissipated, and his rock-like face showed a little tiredness. He is not really a **** after all. Still a living person.

The enemy of ten thousand people is usually just a cosmetic concept, no one really makes it powerful enough to defeat ten thousand people. What's more, the fighters here are all elite, no matter who kills nearly a thousand of these opponents, even if they are not injured or killed, they will never be tired.

The remaining fighters looked at the man who was already showing signs of fatigue. There was nothing but fear in his eyes. This man without the slightest trace of blood was far more terrifying than the dozen orc Man fished out of the pool of blood. In front of this man, fighters are no longer fighters, because they can't fight, they don't even have a chance to fight, they fly up, shatter, and scatter like pieces of paper. This man didn't have any ingenious moves that shocked the world's viewers, he just rushed around in the crowd, grabbing, beating, patting, kicking, bumping, just making casual movements, and everyone around The soldiers scattered like waste paper flowers one by one, bringing blood rain all over the sky.

The warriors looked at the man on the ground, but the magicians and priests looked at another human being. But he wasn't on the ground, but on a Wyvern in mid-air. The soldiers looked at the man with fear and anger, but the magicians looked at this man with hostility and anger, but also with unconcealable reverence and admiration.

On the wyvern is an old man holding a magic wand, with short silver hair and beard and shining eyes. He was the only person on the side of the orcs who could use magic, but with that wand alone, he was dealing with hundreds of magicians and priests below. It made them have to spend almost all their strength to deal with themselves, and they couldn't separate their hands to deal with the orc and that man.

The old man didn't use any earth-shattering flame magic or forbidden spells, except for the atmospheric shield surrounding him and the Wyvern, all he used were low-level and intermediate-level magic. But the speed with which he casts spells and the ingenious use of spells lies in the creativity and imagination when using spells, which is like a dazzling magic show, spellcasting demonstration. All kinds of magic came out of his hands. The four elemental systems, the dark system and even the white magic, combined and interacted with each other and collided with the attacks of the magicians below like magic fireworks.

No single attack can successfully deal with this high-ranking mage. He usually only needs an instant magic, and he will at least block three or four opponents' magic due to impact or explosion. A high-ranking magician even used a precious scroll like Blazing Fire Bullets, but the old man only had two fireballs, and an air magic wind control technique, which immediately changed the trajectory of the extremely hot light ball Turned around and flew back to the ground. At least thirty warriors were turned into coke under this top scroll. And the thunderbolts flying out of the magic wand made of unicorn horns in his hand made it difficult for the mages below to defend,

Huge explosions and air waves continuously set off flowers of death among the crowd. And he took the time to attack with his own hands. For example, he used the corrosive poison of black magic to burst the water-based ice and hit each other in the air. Or use a high-heat fireball to blow up the water-type venom ball, and the volatilized gas will be blown towards the opponent under the pressure of the wind control technique. Another time, he was fighting with several water magicians and dropped ice and water droplets all over the sky. Then there was a thunderous explosion. The last Earth Decomposition Technique caught up with Thunderball. In the end, hundreds of people in that small area wailed and fell down in the electric light. If they could go back from here, the combat effectiveness of the remaining magicians would rise to a considerable stage. They had already seen the art of law.

Give you a chance, surrender. We guarantee your safety. "The man who lost his fighting spirit unexpectedly showed a hint of anxiety on his face. "We have already issued an ultimatum to you, telling you to withdraw from the high ground. This battle is what you brought on. The outcome is decided, surrender. "

A young soldier in the ranks of the surviving city soldiers looked at the man from a distance, his red eyes were bloodshot, and he said softly: "He seems to be very tired. We can pretend to surrender... After all, there are still people here. There are so many people, and a few magicians will be able to do it with all their strength..."

"It's useless. Those are Sedros and Gru. The two masters of the city of Euph. I am afraid that only Lancelot and the knights of the temple will be their opponents." Fifteen or sixty years old The old soldier shook his head, but instead of being disappointed and sad, his expression was resolute and resolute. He used to be Celeste's Templar, and now temporarily serves as the team's commander. "The key is that we cannot surrender. What we are fighting for is not our own interests. It is the glory and glory of the Lord. For the glory of the Lord, we must not surrender, even if it is pretend." The young soldier lowered his head sadly.

"For the glory of the Lord, let us shed our blood and courage here." The hoarse voice of the old templar reached everyone's ears, and everyone's expressions cheered. The magicians began to chant spells, and the warriors gripped their weapons.

"I hated this sentence a long time ago. It wasted my time." Gru sighed anxiously, the message from there had been sent for some time. He took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit lighted up again on his body.

"Don't go there, what do you want to do?" Under the sky not far away, five griffins were carrying five people hovering in the air. One of the priests drove a griffin to stop his companions who wanted to rush towards the battlefield

"I still have two scrolls of Burning Clouds, Stars Falling and Chain Lightning. I can't just sit and watch them being killed by those heretics and orc devils." The young magician on the back of the griffin The teacher roared. The fight on the battlefield over there started again, and the rest were the elites, and the battle was more tragic and cruel than before.

You're crazy, you're dead before you can use it. "The priest listened to the sound of fighting from a distance, and the sound of magic explosion was also heartbreaking. But he still tried his best to block the young magician, and he couldn't let him go to death. There were originally ten griffins in Anji, and at the beginning During the battle, the magician and warrior riding the griffin wanted to use the height to deal with the opponents below. But the javelin and spear thrown by Gru casually killed several griffins together with the knight above.

"Have you forgotten the mission that Bishop Eschael gave us?" The soldier shouted, and the young magician did not rush forward to die.

Tasks. After Yashi uttered this word, he even smiled wryly to himself, what kind of mission can he do at this point? Try to attract Oufu's attention, harass Oufu, and use scrolls to kill more orc troops when necessary. These missions sound like a joke when the whole army is wiped out. Bishop Eschael gave them the magic scrolls to find opportunities to kill as many orcs as possible in the battle, but they didn't have the chance to use them~IndoMTL.com~ These are all mass-destructive magics, originally planned to find opportunities to kill orcs It is used in the army, but who knows that the orcs only came here more than a dozen and they are all elite, not to mention that they can't be used at all, even if they are used, they will probably only kill their own people. Good example.

At this point, maybe there is only one last task to complete. That is to watch Oufu's fighting style carefully, and then go back and report. But this is also the most important task Master Eschael ordered. The priest blessed himself with the magic of Eagle Eye and has been watching carefully, watching his comrades and friends being slaughtered in front of them like lambs, and trying to remember every detail and link, it only broke his heart , heartbroken, extremely angry and powerless.

The battle was finally over, and the priest Libo drove the griffin and flew towards the west, and shouted: "Let's go separately, those who are chased by Cedros try to entangle him, and give the others as much as possible." time."

But Sedros had no intention of chasing these escaped fish. He jumped from the flying dragon and landed in front of Gru, frowning and said: "What should I do? It has been so long since the message was sent during the battle. , I'm afraid it's too late, we didn't know it was..."

"Better late than never," Gru replied immediately. "Let's go!"