Chapter 346 The Showdown between Wizards and Cavalry
Behind the collapsed camp gate, hundreds of Nicossacks stood quietly behind the burning wooden skeleton.
The wave-like swaying firelight reflected on Niedersall's bronzed face, and veins popped out under the matte skin.
Especially when he saw the billowing smoke rising from the military ration warehouse, a chilling aura almost pressed on the faces of all the wizards.
The sound of eagles came from the sky above Niedersall's head, and he pointed the riding whip in his hand at the wizards who were hurriedly arrayed.
"Catch the leader, don't hold back!"
A moment later, the sound of horse hooves that brought countless wizards back from their midnight dreams resounded through the night sky again.
The black armor rubbed against the lining, and the taunting war cry from the royal court made many Niedersall soldiers change their expressions.
"Hurry, shield formation tactics, it's too late." Mormont shouted loudly with a wooden stick, driving the wizards to the predetermined position like sheep.
“Didn’t you say that Niedersall won’t be here tonight?”
"How do I know what's going on? Stand still."
The so-called shield tactic is a common tactic used by wizards to deal with cavalry charges.
The church and the nobility reject wizards. In addition to breaking their monopoly on the supernatural, the important point is that knights and wizards can meet each other for a while.
Although knights have high health and strong defense for ordinary people, if they can forcefully take a fireball, lightning or acid ball, they will be seriously injured and cannot be cured.
As for wizards facing knights, as long as they get close, they will be felled with one sword.
Based on this characteristic of wizards, the church developed armor-heavy knights and dodge-heavy demon hunters.
When faced with spells, knights can rely on divine blessings to resist them, while witchers can rely on potions to avoid or dispel spells.
Through these two methods of dealing with spells, coupled with the wizard's super-slow casting speed and the number of spells cast once or twice a day, you can quickly get close to the wizard and suppress him.
After several failures, the wizards gradually updated their playing methods, quickly optimized and iterated after the review, and successfully developed two effective tactics.
The defensive tactics mainly rely on the front row of infantry and physical wizards to form a shield wall to prevent the cavalry from rushing directly into the evocation wizards.
The evocation wizards in the back row sequentially output the frost spell to slow down, the explosion light spell to stun, and then cooperate with the red dragon's breath fireball spell to deal damage.
The offensive tactics are for the wizards to rush to a position of twenty or thirty meters with swords on their backs and staffs. After using their staffs to cast spells to break the enemy's formation, they then pick up the unique serrated swords of Black Snake Bay and rush into the enemy formation. Cut and kill.
Facing the charge of the Nicossack knights, although Mormont felt sincere despair, he still started to form a formation according to the defensive tactics.
The offensive tactics require a sufficient number of wizards, and the vast majority of wizards on the field are in a spell-sleeping state and cannot cast spells normally.
Mormont can only choose to defend, survive this period first, and then think of a way.
In the chaos, the wizards quickly formed five rows.
The wizards in the first two rows were holding close combat weapons, picked up shields or door stools. They stood in a dense row and drank several bottles of awakening potions in turn.
Although it only released part of the suppression, it was enough for them to use the lowest level of physical magic.
The last three rows stood quite far apart, and every three or four meters in front, back, left, and right was a wizard who was proficient in shaping energy. The wizards on both sides even climbed onto the roof.
The fingertips of the twelve wizards' hands flashed with blue-white electric light, or they were rotating fireballs, filled with a harsh buzzing sound.
However, after losing the staff, their spell range dropped significantly, and they could only launch spell bombardment within a range of five to ten meters.
In other words, they only have one chance.
Looking at the shield array listed by the wizards, Niedersall grinned, with scarlet bloodshot eyes on his white teeth: "It's ridiculous."
The sound of hooves roared, hundreds of nuns The Cossacks formed three thick rows and had reached a distance of fifty meters from the mages.
"Javelin!"
The flames of the torches flickered, and a silvery black mist suddenly rose from the charging cavalry array.
The javelin spun at an extremely fast speed and fell into the shield wall array in the blink of an eye.
These are basically javelins thrown by knights with six stages of breathing. Can the impact be less?
The long needle-like spearhead penetrated deeply into the wooden shield and penetrated the arm of the shield holder. Several blood-red gaps appeared in the originally neat shield wall.
Before the screams ended, the second wave of javelins rained down, accurately shooting through the gap in the shield wall. A series of screams sounded, and blood arrows sprayed in the air. After two waves of javelins, the wizards' array began to become chaotic.
One wizard even threw the lightning in his hand before he could get close. The result was that it hit the air needlessly.
What's more, due to the interference of the flying short target, the acid ball in his hand hit the back of another wizard who was resisting the line.
The man was beaten until he screamed and fell to the ground. The spine and ribs on his back were corroded and exposed.
"Stand still, stand still! Wait for them to get close!"
Mormont kept walking back and forth at the rear of the array, encouraging the wavering wizards.
"Javelin!!" This time it was not the Cossacks who were shouting, but the wizards who were shouting in despair.
The third round of javelins arrived as expected at a very close distance. The wizards watched in despair as the javelins pierced through their array, and the original dense formation was dispersed a lot.
This is Mormont's method of playing specifically against wizards. He uses his extraordinary arm strength to knock down the front row of the resistance line from a long distance.
Without the front row, in front of the high-speed moving knights, the wizards could not cast their spells accurately. In the end, they could only watch the Nicosack knights break through the array.
The iron hooves were raised, and the war horses neighed and stepped on the forehead of the fleeing wizard.
“Kill!”
After the front row of infantry resisting the line was broken through, all suspense was gone.
The confused wizard slaves ran around with their heads in their hands, and the wizards who were disturbed from casting spells ran around with their spells.
The two wizards were squeezed too close by the cavalry. Although they immediately threw the fireballs and lightning in their hands, they still caused a series of fire waves.
It's just that this wave of fire blocked the path of our own wizards.
"Your Excellency, it seems that several wall-climbing wizards have escaped. Should we pursue them?"
Niedersall stared in the direction of the warehouse without looking back: "Look for whatever you want. Just give a few people a chase and make sure they catch the leader. All the guards will come out and follow me to put out the fire."
After giving this order, Niedersall took the lead and ran towards the warehouse.
In the guest room on the second floor of Storm Castle, a large piece of ice was placed in the middle of the room. An old woman was sitting on a wicker chair, her body swaying slightly.
Lying by the arched window, looking worriedly at the camp was Domenico, the last count of the Arco family.
Looking at the camp with flames from a distance, Domenico couldn't help turning his head and asked the old woman behind him: "Grandma, is this too much? ?”
The old woman is almost seventy years old. She has white hair and drooping skin on her face. She is wearing a thin black brocade skirt hanging around her wrinkled neck. A string of colorful beads.
Judging from her kind face and simple dress, she does not look like the decisive grandmother of the Alcor family, but rather like an old lady from a citizen's family.
She lowered her head as if dozing off, but her voice came out clearly: "What are you afraid of?"
Domenico, the only remaining count of the Arco family, asked cautiously: "Master Niedersall is so angry that he must investigate. This matter is not done by our family. If someone..."
" It's because we are not the only ones, so we are safe." The kind old lady's words were extremely gentle at the moment, but horribly bitter, "He is just a stinky vampire lackey from other places, hanging the flag of the church, so he thinks he is the Pope?"< br>
Domenico scratched his head: "Grandma, you know other people's virtues..."
"I did this just because I knew their virtues." The old grandmother slapped Yawning, "Do you know why everyone is willing to help me over the years? I am obviously just an aging woman."
"Because you are pious and prestigious?"
"What prestige do I have? I'm not a knight. Who knows my name outside of Jinhe Township?"
"Because, because you are the leader of the Kush knights? Ah, I understand, because You have three brothers and three counts."
"That's half right, but who are you three? You're not as good as that illegitimate son named Bernardo."
" Then, is it because you are kind?”
The old grandmother of the Arco family looked at his most useless grandson speechlessly: “Because I always give everyone the best conditions.”
(End of this chapter)