Lord of the Oasis Chapter 40: .Mysterious extraordinary power

"Back? No, we don't need to."

Scholar Hank leans on a cane, his wrinkled face still calm.

He's expressionless.

Old age is not a reflection of age, but a far more experience than ordinary people.

This is not the first time for him to have such a tragic battle. What's more, as a senior scholar in the Principality of Lions, Hank has mastered the extraordinary powers that need to be studied, such as spells, while studying the literature.

"Skin for body care."

The walking stick was lightly tapped on the ground, and in front of Hank Scholar, the brown light quickly spread over.

The Swadian infantrymen, who were still struggling to resist, were shrouded in this brown light, and their whole bodies seemed to be condensed with brown stones. Although it was a thin layer, it made them look like stubborn stones. standing like a tower.

Even if someone was hit by the gnoll's mace, and the stone layer on the surface shattered, they could bite their teeth hard, instead of vomiting blood and falling to the ground as before.

Apparently Hank Scholar, the spell cast took effect.

"This is..."

Kant's face was stunned.

Originally, I wanted to reach out, but the act of dragging Scholar Hank away from here was a slap in the face.

"This is Earth-type 1st-level magic, protecting the body from stone skin."

Scholar Hank smiled, with a bit of self-satisfaction in his eyes: "I have trained this spell to an expert level, enough to withstand 5 heavy blows from the gnoll, which is equivalent to everyone wearing fine scale armor. ."

"This is really...really good." Kant couldn't help swallowing.

The Swadian infantry in front were no longer retreating due to the fierce collision of the gnolls. They even stood firm and re-formed the defensive array, continuing to stab and chop with spears and scythes.

The infantrymen who stabilized the line and reorganized the pike phalanx have entered a brief stalemate with the gnolls.

This is a war of attrition.

The mill of flesh and blood, the slaughterhouse of life.

This night sky seems to be shrouded in the blood of the fighting.

As long as any of the two sides can't bear the tragic consumption and fear arises in their hearts, this short-term stalemate will be broken, and the feared side will be slaughtered by the victor due to the flight.

Fighting on the battlefield is inherently cruel.

"I didn't think..."

Kant shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Hank, you are still a mysterious mage."

Getting along with Hank Scholar in the academy, Kant's impression is that this is just a very high-level scholar, but in normal times, there is no expectation at all, he is actually a mage.

Hank Scholar chuckled lightly: "Although I am a senior scholar of the academy, I am also an honorary mage of the Mage Association."

"I don't understand, it's like two worlds to me."

Kant shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm surprised."

Although he knows the Mage Tower, he also knows the so-called Mage Association.

But in fact, this is just a record in various documents.

The Mage Tower, which is really next to the Lion Castle, is a forbidden place for Kant. Even as the youngest son of the Duke, he is not qualified to enter it, and it is impossible to understand it deeply.

That's why, he chose the academy instead.

"It's no secret that the Wizards Association is very strict about the selection of wizards."

The Hank scholar heard the loss in Kant's words.

After pondering slightly, he still comforted him: "Although mages have mastered extraordinary power, they can only possess it through years of research and experimentation, and it takes at least 30 years to become a strong person." /

"30 years is a huge price."

Kant smiled bitterly. Although he coveted extraordinary power, the price was really not something he could afford.

Not to mention having a golden finger.

He is not necessarily inferior to those extraordinary powers.

Just like the flag of [Deterring the Enemy] still held in his hand, as the battle stalemate, more and more gnolls were stabbed to death by scythes and spears, and the red bottom became more and more vivid. , the golden lion is also more and more majestic.

"Rumble Rumble Rumble—"

But on the battlefield, the faint sound of thunder is passing.

The gnoll chief, who was in the middle of the battle, commanded the clan to fight, with a bit of astonishment in his tyrannical eyes.

Not only it, but the gnolls in the back also raised their heads.

The sound of this thunder is getting louder and louder, but the stars in the sky are bright, and there is no dark cloud at all, which makes all the gnolls very puzzled, and the rolling thunder that almost resounds in their ears, where does it come from.

“Ow—”

There are gnolls howling in terror, their original language.

And all the gnolls in the back began to riot, and even the gnolls who were still roaring in front, and the gnolls who were fighting towards the human troops with red eyes, all began to retreat, and the fierceness and brutality in their eyes were fading.

The spreading awe and fear gradually appeared in the eyes of these gnolls.

They found the source of the sound.

The 50 heavy cavalry-like squire knights have already raised their spears and are overwhelmingly pressing down!

"It's a Hobsonian knight."

The old face of Hank Scholar was a little more relaxed at this time.

With a slight smile, he turned to look at Kant, raised his cane and said, "Since the plan is in progress, Baron Kant, I will release a 2nd-level spell later, and you will be needed next."

"Of course." Kant nodded.

This was planned, but no Hank Scholar cast the spell.

But there is no doubt that it was the spells released by Hank Scholar that allowed these low-level troops of Kant to successfully resist their attacks when faced with the brutal and violent Gnoll troops. Turn the situation around.

"Venom droplets."

The cane is raised forward, and Scholar Hank's eyes flicker.

A mysterious connection was communicated, and a khaki light immediately condensed and turned into a green liquid. Following the thoughts of Hank Scholar, the Swadian infantrymen who were still struggling to resist in the street were streaked. The smashed into the group of gnolls, scattered and splashed!

"Chi Chi Chi Chi—"

"Ow-Ow-Ow-Ow--"

The green liquid stained the body of the gnoll, and a strong corrosiveness appeared in an instant.

The smoke rises, and a strong stench fills the air. This is the corrosive effect of the chemical reaction between the green liquid and the fur and flesh, causing those gnolls who were contaminated by the liquid to let out a mournful howl.

But the screaming didn't last long.

A few seconds later, the highly corrosive liquid penetrated the infected skin and fur, and even the entire blood vessels. Even the gnoll's vitality was tenacious, and he knelt on the ground coughing blood in pain. to live.

Immediately, in the dense gnoll army, the werewolves within a dozen meters were emptied.

"Baron Kant, don't hesitate."

Scholar Hank reached out and patted Kant's back, and said solemnly: "This is a good opportunity, don't waste it."

"Okay." Kant came back to his senses instantly.

He held the [Power of Deterrence] in his hand, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and shouted loudly in front of him: "The warriors of Swadia, move forward and kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

The few remaining Swadian recruits roar.

The peasants who suffered heavy casualties also responded, holding their scythes high and marching frantically.

A burst of courage surged within them.

Even on the roof, the militiamen, who were already holding fighting hoes and fan-shaped shields and fighting against the gnolls, shouted angrily, and a strong hatred erupted because of the death of their comrades.

The army of less than 100 people seems to have completely forgotten death.

In Kant's order, he roared forward with his weapon in hand, and even forcibly defeated the gnolls who rushed into the street, and even killed these primitive races with fear. flight!

[Deterrence of the enemy] special effects are activated at the same time:

Special effect ③The enemy army will be more likely to collapse due to cowardice~IndoMTL.com~Special effect ④The enemy killed on the battlefield will increase their morale.

When morale goes up.

When the situation is favorable.

Even a coward can become a screaming butcher!

Even ordinary farmers have become Swadian warriors who dare to fight!

"Long live Swadia!"

"Long live Lord Kant!"

The eight remaining Swadian recruits hold hatchets.

19 surviving militiamen wielding fighting hoes.

The remaining 53 peasants were also slashing with scythes.

They seemed to be crazy, and they rushed forward viciously, killing all the gnolls at the street entrance. Even if they lost themselves, they would kill all these gnolls out of their villages.

"Ow—"

The chainmailed Gnoll chief is howling in anger.

However, it was originally extremely authoritative, but now it is unable to restrain the panic that has been shaken and even spread to the entire army, and the troops have begun to flee.

Most notably, the part of the front line that was in contact with the human forces, those who had been killed began to retreat.

And the sides.

Hundreds of gnolls widened their eyes in horror. They were staring a hundred meters in front of them in panic. A group of heavy cavalry was charging, and the target was them.

In the dark night, the rising sand and dust seemed to cover the sky.

The hooves pounded the ground, and the strong vibrations and thunderous sounds made these gnolls almost untenable.

Ten years ago, fear of the human heavy cavalry came to them.

A massive collapse begins.