Chapter 651 653. Madness
Starting from Brugger’s Vanier, the sacrifice began to appear continuously.
The magicians' spellcasting requires extremely strong concentration and control. Yennefer once compared it vividly -
It's like quietly farting in an evening dress at a ball.
It’s just that the cost of making a mistake in casting a spell is much more serious than making a fool of yourself at the dance.
It can range from dizziness and cramps to organ failure and spontaneous combustion of the body.
This is also the reason why famous warriors who have dealt with warlocks do not feel guilty when facing conflicts with warlocks.
These casters' spells are easily interrupted, and they can then be killed.
Unless the spellcaster is rich and cautious, and has tied himself to many magical equipment with various effects.
Although the warlocks gathered by Vilgefortz this time are generally wealthy and famous.
But the intensity of this battlefield is also unprecedented!
These warlocks never thought that the scene where they would play a role would be a battlefield of this level!
The two commanders of the Northern Alliance, Foltest and Vizmir, have never used warlocks in this way.
So even though they equipped all the warlocks with shield squads out of their own sense of war, this immature and unpracticed strategy naturally showed its flaws under the pressure of the war situation. .
Nilfgaard's huge number of defeated troops squeezed the defense line of the shield guards. These elite shield guards, who had not been trained with the warlocks, began to spontaneously adjust their formations to become more suitable for resisting the impact. .
But a formation that is suitable for resisting an impact is quite different from a formation that focuses on protecting someone.
Several northern warlocks died one after another due to arrows shooting randomly in the air when casting spells, or failed to cast spells.
They all carry amulets for protection, but the intensity of the battlefield is too high.
The elastic potential energy transformed by the tough bow body is concentrated on the steel arrows. The amulet can block one or ten shots, but the rain of arrows can hit more than one person in a few minutes. Twenty rounds?
The warlocks who were directly shot to death were fine, but the more difficult part was the warlocks who died while casting spells.
"Boom!!!"
There was a loud noise, followed by raging flames, which enveloped a circle of northern soldiers around them.
Steel armor can resist arrows, but it cannot withstand high temperatures.
Amidst the shrill screams, the figure in the armor looked like a can being heated.
After this situation occurred, the shield guards everywhere who were supposed to protect the warlocks suddenly subconsciously distanced themselves from the protected warlocks, causing even greater defense loopholes.
The sky-shattering shouts of killing still continued, and the magicians' spells were still able to sweep away a large area, causing an attack power as large as a large siege machine.
The pressure on the overall defense line of the Northern Alliance is also rapidly decreasing.
But Foltest and Vizmir were still frightened by the speed at which the warlocks were being destroyed.
"They have never set foot directly on the battlefield! Damn it! These are a group of amateurs!"
"Old Graz is dead! Dagbot of Wall is dead too! ”
In the entire north, it has been a long, long time since there have been so many deaths of high-level warlocks.
But even if you are frightened and even if your body hurts, the battle will still continue. Commanders must use lives as numbers to win!
So even though Foltest's face was twitching, he was still observing the battle with a monocular while muttering viciously.
“Keep killing and keep killing every veteran you kill now is weakening Nilfgaard’s military potential!”
It’s no longer possible not to kill. Ever since the warlocks rushed to the battlefield, From that moment on, they couldn't get away.
The portal is a very advanced spell. Even if these warlocks want to escape, they don't have time to use the portal on a high-intensity battlefield.
As a result, these warlocks gradually became red-blooded on the battlefield. However, there are actually not many warlocks in the Nilfgaardian army.
Before the war, Menno Kuhorn mobilized a large number of low-level warlocks from the country, and there were also a small number of high-level warlocks as equipment for senior officers.
“Don’t even think about running away! Don’t even think about it!”
Fringilla Weige looked pale and was grabbed by the arm by an officer.
The officer's panic had reached the level of neurosis and hysteria, and he looked at Fringilla as if he wanted to eat her!
"Some of us can always escape and return to Nilfgaard! If you and other magic bastards dare to abandon the army and escape at this time, let's see how the emperor will punish you!"
"Look at what ruthlessness His Majesty will do to find someone responsible for this failure! You are his distant relative, right? You should know his style, right?"
"Then Think about it carefully, if you just run away from here, will you be happier than dying?"
Fringilla's pursed lips showed that she did know how her distant relative, who had a high status, treated losers.
What's more, this failure may even affect the stability of his imperial power, so he will be even less merciful.
‘White flames dancing on the enemy’s graves’.
This title comes from a ball. Emhyr Emrys dug up the tombstones of all the rebels and laid them on the floor of the ball.
If this is true for the dead, it will be even less tolerant for the living.
"You warlocks come against their warlocks!"
A random arrow hit the officer's black winged helmet with a 'dang' sound, and a stream of sparks burst out.
But the already nervous officer just adjusted his helmet and did not take his eyes away from Fringilla for a moment.
"Go and fight those warlocks! Open the way for the army! Even if you fail in the end, the emperor will have nothing to say! Otherwise."
The officer's eyes were as wide as fish eyes. , making Fringilla feel cold all over.
She and the southern warlocks with her looked at each other, and then nodded with difficulty.
"Then take action! Do it immediately. Poof."
The officer waved forward, signaling the warlocks to enter the combat position. But before he could finish his words, a crossbow arrow slipped into the gap under his helmet.
The crossbow arrow was supposed to hit the armor's neck protector, but after the neck protector deflected the arrow, the arrow that flew out crookedly still cut his neck.
Blood dripped down from the surface of the glazed armor.
The officer died.
But the southern warlocks just continued to take up the fighting position numbly.
Because the threats given to them by the officers are still there.
Of the thirty thousand Nilfgaardian officers and soldiers here, some will always escape by chance. They will bring back piecemeal information about this battle.
As for warlocks like them, if they return alive without performing sufficiently well, then the subsequent treatment is almost entirely conceivable.
So, following the northern warlocks, the southern warlocks also began to have bloodshot eyes, crazy and fierce.
War turns those caught in it into madmen, whether they want it or not.
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(End of this chapter)