Chapter 652 654. It’s too reckless
“Madman! They are all a group of madmen!”
Ye Naifa pulled out a blue arc of electricity from the fingertips of her hands, and she acted like a shrew Cursing, he accurately projected the arc in his hand with a very high level of spellcasting, hitting the target.
That was a male warlock from the south. Yennefer's electric arc first shredded a magic missile he fired, and then fell on him.
The blue arc of electricity spread out, and a dozen Nilfgaardian soldiers around the wizard twitched and fell into paralysis.
On this high-intensity battlefield, a dozen people who were numb and stiff were almost like small sand dunes washed by waves, disappearing in an instant.
After Nilfgaard's warlocks entered the field, the killing efficiency of the northern warlocks was greatly reduced.
Because they inevitably have to put part of their spellcasting energy into spell battles with enemy warlocks.
"Tisaya, protect Triss! She used too much force just now!"
Yennefer once again sought support from 'Tisaya' telepathically. Triss did show unparalleled killing efficiency at the beginning, but this was achieved by overloading Chaos Magic.
Although she recovered after relaxing for a while, she was still able to deal with ordinary people, but now that she had entered the spell battle stage, her remaining strength seemed insufficient.
“Isn’t Rita Nied approaching you? Where is her damn person?”
‘Tissaya’ shouted telepathically in a frenzy.
"Rita Nied is dead! She was almost rushed to her side by the Nilfgaardians just now, and then she instinctively used her best spell out of desperation. You know what it is."
“This stupid woman with the sealing technique!”
The sealing technique is a spell that can shrink a creature into a palm-sized sculpture. However, if the subject remains in the statue state for too long, irreversible kidney damage will occur, and in severe cases, death.
This spell is powerful, but there is no doubt that it has no large-scale lethality. It is not suitable for battlefield environments at all. On the contrary, because the level is not low, it consumes a lot of money.
Rita Ned was so consumed by this subconscious spell that she entered a low period of magic power and was hacked to death.
The result of the battle was only to turn a dozen Nilfgaardians into statuettes.
“But there’s nothing I can do! People around me are dying too!”
Yennefer started to cry when she heard the telepathy of 'Tisaya'.
People are dying everywhere, and no one cares about anyone.
The cruelty of the battlefield far exceeds the imagination of this group of pampered senior warlocks.
In fact, wars of this scale and intensity have never been fought many times since humans appeared in this world!
So far, the only warlock who can continuously provide large-scale destruction may be Vilgefortz.
He is not only a warlock, but also a sky controller who has studied under the Druid for a long time.
Under his powerful magic power, the dark clouds on Umbrella Mountain never showed signs of dissipating!
Several blue thunders appeared on the field from time to time, like plows, pulling back and forth where the Nilfgaardians gathered.
The earth and rocks exploded and melted under the thunder, not to mention human armor and bodies.
Every thunderbolt can kill and injure dozens of people.
But it seems that even a mage like him will eventually run out of power.
After controlling the lightning again, the dark clouds in the sky gradually became thinner.
Wilgefortz, who was constantly shifting positions with the elite shield guards assigned to him to maintain his focus on casting spells, also looked pale at this time, looking like he was over-consumed.
"I have used too much magic power, protect me."
The handsome archmage ordered the shield guard captain, who nodded solemnly. Although druids are also seen as eccentric people who live in isolation, their acceptance among the people is at least better than that of wizards. After giving instructions to the captain, Wigefortz's eyes seemed to have penetrated the mountain and looked towards the other side of the hill.
You started too.
Wilgefortz's mouth curved in an intriguing way.
Very well, let me see what ‘thing’ you are.
Those shining eyes are not at all like a warlock who is confused and nauseous after his mana is exhausted.
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“The basic decision is correct, but there are problems with the execution.”
Lan En took a quick look at the current battle situation in Umbrella Mountain and understood why the Northern Allied Forces would So hard and difficult.
“Foltest and Vizmir were too impatient. They had never besieged such a broken army on the battlefield, so they didn’t even leave an exit, and directly destroyed the entire hilltop. The valley is sealed!"
As he spoke, Lan En shook his head.
"It's too reckless."
Lincoln next to him thought that humans had only fought a few battles of this level, so it would be abnormal if not reckless. But what the adults said must make sense.
“With all exits surrounded, these defeated soldiers will be inspired to fight for their lives and return home, and regain the most basic centripetal force.”
“They should leave a way. Exit, and then continuously set up blockades, encirclement and suppression, and leave another exit on the road following this exit. After several rounds of repetition, the number of defeated soldiers can be gradually weakened without stimulating the desire of the defeated soldiers to resist. Keep the opponent's strength as much as possible."
Lincoln was a little confused, but he probably understood.
"Then, sir, should we send someone to remind the two kings?"
"Reminder?" Lan En turned around and glanced at his adjutant in surprise, "Is there any point in reminding now? This thing should be arranged before the battle begins, and then come into use after the battle is won."
"Now? Can any great mage conjure several checkpoints out of thin air?"
< br>There was a 'click', and Lincoln and the fifty-nine 'embers' behind him looked at each other at the same time.
Almost instantly, the atmosphere of daily conversation shifted to the atmosphere of chilling combat.
Because Lan En has already put the [turbid current] sword on his shoulder.
The clicking sound was the sound of the heavy sword pressing against the shoulder armor, causing the locks and lining of the armor to collide and rub against each other.
“There is a way out of time.”
Lan shook his neck from side to side, making the sound of joint movement.
The cat's eyes looked at the battle situation on Umbrella Mountain coldly.
"Raise the lion flag of Sintra, it's time to enter the battlefield"
"The centripetal force generated by the desire to survive among a group of defeated soldiers. Let me see how much effort it takes to defeat them?"
The 'Embers' behind them immediately raised their lances on their horses and drew their swords.
The sound of intensive friction and collision of steel is chilling and oppressive.
The blue lion flag of Sintra was hung on a lance by a knight as the symbol of the Northern League.
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(End of this chapter)