Chapter 345 The Showdown between Wizards and Infantry
"Wake up, wake up!" The sleeping warehouse guard raised his head, and a clear cry came from outside the wooden wall, "There's a fire, go put out the fire!"< br>
The violent explosions and the smell of fireworks suddenly woke up the guard guarding the warehouse. He raised his head and looked out of the window.
From the narrow opening, the billowing smoke and the pungent smoke in the air all indicate a sudden fire.
The guard immediately jumped up from his chair. You know, his companions had all gone to the outdoor bathhouse to "bathe", and he did not have enough manpower to put out the fire!
If the fire burned the military rations, it would be over! There are not enough heads to chop off!
“Coming, coming, go put out the fire!”
Hurrying with the bucket, the guard, wearing a helmet on his head, banged out of the door: “A few more. Personally, call a few more people...huh?"
"Huh?" He looked blankly at the dark barracks and tents in front of him. There were only a few firewood burning on the ground, and the fire did not spread to him at all. Come.
In his daze, he saw a flash of cold light in the corner from the corner of his eye, and saw Mormont charging towards him with a ferocious face.
"Eh-"
He immediately threw the barrel to block it, but Mormont knocked the barrel away with his fist. When the guard turned around and ran away, he threw the dagger violently.
The short knife stabbed into the guard's vest, more than an inch deep.
He thrust forward in pain, reaching out to touch the dagger behind his back, but Mormont had already rushed up, grabbed the dagger and stabbed it in hard.
"Ah - get away, you devil!" the guard cried, struggling violently, blood spurting on Mormont's face.
But the more he struggled, the more blood he lost.
When the blood stained his chest and the guard's vest, the guard guarding the warehouse stopped moving at all.
After confirming that several guards nearby were dead, several wizard companions quickly rushed into the warehouse.
Breathing heavily, Mormont stood by the door: "Look carefully, don't miss any corner."
A moment later, a Black Snake Bay wizard held a The big open box came out.
The box was separated by wooden boards and cushioned by rice straw and sawdust. The twenty-four bottles of medicine exuded a bright green light.
"There really is a magic awakening potion." Mormont looked at the potion and muttered, rubbing his head.
When the knight prepares the mana sleeping potion for them, he will not prepare the awakening potion.
Mormont thought of the men in black who came to see him three days ago. He really couldn't understand how they could put a box of potions in the warehouse?
But now is not the time to think about this.
"Those who know the magic spell, drink it first. According to the plan, it's time to go to the camp gate."
As he said this, Mormont grabbed the bottle placed in the box and twisted open the cap of the bottle. He raised his head and poured the green potion into his mouth.
The cold liquid stung his throat and flowed from his esophagus into his stomach. After about a minute, the muscles in his cheeks trembled, as if he was enduring some pain.
When Mormont opened his eyes again, he felt that the world became a little clearer.
It was very painful after drinking it, but after drinking it, he felt a joy like a harvest.
"How's it going? Has all your magic power been restored?" Mormont asked the wizards around him.
They looked at each other, and saw the joy of harvest in their eyes: "Recovered."
Mormont raised his head and looked into the distance, in the direction of the camp gate. There were loud shouts of killing.
“Let’s go there.”
“What about this warehouse?”
Mormont remembered the words of the man in black, and after hesitating for a moment, he still left two people behind as instructed: "Set fire and burn all the rations. The remaining people, follow me to the camp gate. ”
With the continuous spread of the fire and the absence of the duty officer, the entire camp became chaotic.
The first thing that passed was the soldiers' tents. The tents collapsed and flames burned. The soldiers fled in all directions or put out the fire.
"What are you doing? Don't run around!" The guard who noticed Mormont pointed at him and shouted, and stopped in front of him.
Without saying a word, Mormont took out his sword and chopped it down on the head.
As we get closer to the entrance of the camp, there are more and more soldiers, and wizard slaves and prisoners of war can be seen everywhere fighting with the soldiers.
Different from the wizards in most people’s impressions, these wizards from Black Snake Bay wielded long swords with both hands, and the sword blades collided with each other, making a crisp metal collision sound.
Mormont did not stop. He rushed into the battle circle and kicked the guard in the chest. He kicked the guard back two steps. Before he could stand still, he saw a wizard stretching out towards him. out of hands.
The bodies of the seven or eight guards blocking the road stiffened suddenly, and a light layer of white frost suddenly rose on their bodies.
A big, round wizard swept his ax across, and three heads flew up, but the blood just bubbled and did not spray out due to the cold.
"I told you not to use frost spells in summer!" Mormont cursed at the man, "Save your magic power, we have to open the camp gate later."
Waving the magic weapon he took from the monk Sword, Mormont and his party walked all the way, collecting lone wizards along the way, and actually killed them at the gate of the camp. At this moment, in front of the camp gate, there were hundreds of wizards fighting with the guards, and there was a steady stream of guards at the door to support them.
The ragged wizard swung his sword hard and chopped a soldier's shield into pieces. But before he could attack, another guarding soldier held a spear and instantly penetrated the wizard. waist and abdomen.
Blood and sweat, haunted by fire and sword light, are everywhere surrounded by wizard slaves and guards fighting together or in pairs.
As soldiers' support arrived, they gradually gained the upper hand over the wizards.
The battle must be resolved quickly, Mormont frowned.
"Talorin! Balimbar! Kuru!" Mormont immediately ordered, "Fireball!"
The three wizards immediately dispersed, and one stood beside Mormont. The other two stood far apart, one on the left and one on the right.
This is to prevent mutual interference when casting spells.
Their bodies were trembling, their eyes rolled white, they were muttering unknown words, and their hands were moving back and forth relative to each other.
As if invisible matches were lit in the palms of their hands, flames danced between their fingers.
The flames were entangled with each other, like weaving, and in three minutes, three dazzling fireballs were formed.
"Go to hell, knight of the name!"
Three fireballs were thrown out instantly, crossing a blazing arc of light, and two of them hit the camp door, bursting with flames It immediately swallowed up the camp gate, and the raging heat wave made the surrounding guards change their expressions.
Another one just landed on a nearby tent, and the flames exploded, igniting all three surrounding tents with a crackling sound.
"You three are throwing it crookedly!" The wizard who was fighting fiercely in front was so angry that his nose was crooked. He shouted and smeared a mouthful of thick phlegm on the eyes of the guard in front of him.
White smoke came out from around his eyes, and the guard covered his face and howled in pain.
"Don't bark, dog. I'll take a break and continue." Even though it was just a fireball, the three wizards seemed to have been drained of all their strength and could no longer stand still.
It was not only the wizards who were unable to stand, but also the guards.
They looked blankly at the blazing flames, looked at the ragged wizards again, and once again thought of the fear of being manipulated by magic on the battlefield.
"Witchcraft! Magic!"
"Devil, the devil has appeared."
Seeing that the enemy's array was in chaos, after a long spell of preparation, Mormont took action: "Disperse!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the wizards in the front row immediately dispersed behind and to the left and right.
He raised his hands high, and the fireballs between his hands were larger than those of the previous three people, and the flames were more blazing.
The hands were pushed out suddenly, and the fireball flew towards the soldiers guarding the gate of the camp with blazing flames.
After drawing a brilliant arc of light in the air, the fireball hit the target accurately.
The blast of flames instantly ignited a dozen people nearby.
The clothes were engulfed in flames, and the guards screamed and ran away, rolling on the ground in pain, slapping the flames on their bodies.
"Save me, save me!"
"It's the devil's power, it's the devil's pace!"
"The camp gate has collapsed, look over there!"
The house is leaking It rained all night, and the camp door creaked in the flames, turning into withered black wood and falling to the ground.
Seeing the camp gate collapse, the wizard cheered, while the guards lost all fighting spirit and fled in all directions.
The wizards in the front row immediately ran forward, freedom was close at hand!
The wizards strode forward, running towards the long-lost freedom, but soon, their running speed became slower and slower, and even stopped altogether.
The wizards stood there, looking ahead in confusion.
Mormont's breathing quickened, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.
In the dust stirred up by the collapse of the camp gate, he saw a familiar shadow.
"What's wrong?"
Mormont ignored him and just looked straight ahead: "Niddsall? When did he come back?"
(End of this chapter)