OBS Chapter 703 Wild Hunt
Chapter 703 Wild Hunt
Chapter 703 Wild Hunt
The moment she got hold of the King Slayer Blade, Celinina felt the dark power emanating from the weapon. Despair, fear, unwillingness, and resentment were all present. It was the aggregate of the consciousness of countless people who had died at the hands of this sword. A terrifying spirit of the weapon wanted to tame her and make her the new host of the sword.
That is to say, the wolf tribe is originally dark creatures and has a high resistance to the power of this curse, so they do not directly become its puppets.
What a vicious weapon!
Cherinina was slightly startled, and without hesitation she put it back into the scabbard on her back. Although this weapon was powerful, it was not easy to tame it, and she would probably need Prajna's help.
However, Cherinina was unable to master the weapon in a short period of time, but the Saracen spellcasters were not aware of this.
They were previously companions of Iris, so naturally they had heard of this legendary weapon.
In addition to possessing a curse power similar to that of a deadly poison, which would almost certainly kill anyone hit by it, they had also seen with their own eyes this sharp blade easily cut through magic arrays, demonstrating a magic-breaking power similar to that of magic-blocking gold, making it a wizard's nemesis.
As for Celinina, more than one or two Saracen spellcasters died at her hands. In the battle with Rashid, people watched her easily cut through the shield of Shemaier, who had not yet advanced to the legendary level.
This means that except for Shemer, all of them would most likely be killed instantly if they faced her.
This kind of assassin who comes and goes without a trace is already a big enemy in the eyes of every spellcaster. With the magic sword in hand, he is even more powerful.
As Cherinina's figure disappeared, every Saracen spellcaster felt a chill down their spine, like a sheep being targeted by a top predator.
Even Shemaier frowned. Although it was extremely difficult for the magic sword to hit him after he entered the legendary realm, what if?
This threat, even if it is not implemented, is still a huge threat just there.
No spellcaster dared to attack with all their strength in this situation, relying on portable magic shields or triggered space teleportation for their lives. In fact, even if they defended with all their strength, it would be difficult for them to survive the sudden attack of the female assassin.
What's more, not every high-level spellcaster can afford a portable magic shield and a triggered space teleportation array. Many spellcasters in the advisory group are unskilled and do not have the comprehensive abilities of orthodox wizards.
They have to use at least half of their ten percent of their energy to guard against assassins in the dark.
"Ah."
Watching this scene, Adil couldn't help but sneer. He didn't understand the extraordinary, but he understood human hearts.
It seems that people who possess extraordinary powers are still just humans after all, and they are more afraid of death than ordinary people.
Shemaier frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"Lothar once sent a letter, hoping that the spellcasters on both sides of our side would exercise restraint and not directly massacre ordinary soldiers."
Adil paused and replied, "I think it's time to reach an agreement with my great enemy."
The dragon that they had placed high hopes on was shot down by Lothar with one arrow.
Adil really had no idea if the two spellcasters would fight each other, whether victory would be as easy as Shemaier said.
And to be honest, he didn't want the extraordinary people to participate in this war. It would be best if neither side had any.
Otherwise, if they start fighting, with dragon fire and magic, by the time the war is over, there will probably be few survivors. Neither he nor Lothar on the opposite side would want to see such a result.
"That arrow shot by Lothar must have consumed a lot of energy. Giving up now will only give him time to recover."
Shemaier said solemnly: "This is a rare opportunity."
Adil smiled bitterly and said, "But Master, opportunities also depend on people to control, right? If Lothar is really at the end of his strength as you said, how could he be unscathed in the face of Master Iris's desperate assassination?"
Shemaier couldn't help but fall silent. If the dagger had stabbed hard enough, it could even kill a legend. Even if Lothar had strong defense, he shouldn't be unscathed.
This was also the point that he could not understand the most. He could see that Ilis was a high-level demon in human skin. The power unleashed when this kind of creature was combined with a weapon like the King-Slaying Blade was absolutely astonishing.
He frowned deeply: "Isn't it too late for you to agree now?"
After all, they were the first to send out the magic dragons to fight, and the Legion of Behemoths can be considered an extraordinary weapon.
Adil grinned. "Let the battles between extraordinary people be for the extraordinary, and let ordinary people fight for ordinary people. This is not a condition agreed to by the other party, but a tacit understanding. I choose to follow this tacit understanding as much as possible; instead of treating my soldiers as cannon fodder to consume the enemy's magic power."
He paused slightly and said sarcastically, "It just so happens that our team of spellcasters aren't very keen on going out into the battle."
Actually, it’s not that they are not enthusiastic about it. What is the spellcasters’ favorite combat mode?
They hid in the magic circle and poured fire on the secular army from a distance. It was safe and efficient. They didn't even have to worry about the coverage of the enemy's magic-blocking golden arrow rain. They could perform their duties perfectly without bearing the stigma of "taking money but not doing the job".
Instead of confronting another group of spellcasters head-on, because that would really be fatal.
After he finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Shemer, as if this was the result he expected more.
At the same time, the dejection that had been lingering around him was swept away. "Next, it's our turn to fight. Send the Behemoth Legion out to fight, and the Infantry Phalanx to advance. When the enemy's formation is scattered, charge in. The Black Gurams are ready to support at any time."
The Saracens' behemoth army had already made preparations for the attack and arrived at the front. After receiving the order, the drivers on the carriages on the backs of these behemoths used bamboo poles to pick up bloody pieces of meat and feed them to these hungry beasts.
Then, the behemoths went mad.
Their eye sockets were filled with bloodshot, white sticky saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, and they let out bursts of roars from their throats. Under the whip of their drivers, they charged towards the enemy formation opposite without hesitation.
It was a piece of meat with added ingredients, a magic potion that could drain all potential and physical strength in a short period of time.
When these behemoths charge, they are destined to burn out their lives.
boom--
The earth is shaking.
These huge beasts, which consumed a large amount of the Saracens' baggage, numbered only a hundred or so, but when they charged together, their momentum was comparable to that of thousands of troops. The Crusaders, having just witnessed the fall of a hundred-meter-long dragon, were no longer afraid of such an impact.
"The enemy is charging!"
"It's those giant beasts!"
"Ready to fight!"
"Archer phalanx, rain of arrows!"
"Where are the spears and chevaux de frise?"
"You idiot, what's the use of chevaux de frise and spears in front of such a big guy?"
The Crusaders hastily mounted their defense.
"The war has begun already? Is it our turn to take the field?"
Fulin shouted loudly: "Go, go, go, kill as many people as you can, and twist off that old bastard Shemer's head and kick it like a ball!"
She was very excited. Under Lothar's command, she rarely had the opportunity to kill people in large numbers. The one who killed the most people was Lothar, who once burned the attacking Saracen pirates with a breath of dragon fire at the port of Ella. He had the most blood on his hands.
Prajna frowned and said, "This is not the time for you to go crazy. Everything should be done according to the plan."
According to the plan, Fringilla, Viviana, Veneto, Kurs, together with Richard the Lionheart and the wizard advisors under Philip the Fox, need to fight against the Saracens spellcasters except Shemayer.
Baldwin IV also had a little witch, Nishaya, as an advisor, but that little girl was just a novice wizard. Although she had great talent and a solid foundation, she was just a consumable in a battle of this intensity.
He couldn't explain to Anna why he sent her to the battlefield.
"Hey, don't you see that those Saracen spellcasters are scared like quails? If they don't take action, we will just stand here and watch?"
"It's not that you can just stand there and watch, but you can't use spells to attack the enemy directly."
Prajna said coldly: "For example, the enemy's giant beast army, just leave it to me."
With Fringilla's current strength, it would not be difficult to spread out a large-scale blood field and turn thousands of troops into a pool of blood.
The same goes for the opposite side.
The female knight wearing the fallow deer hood seemed to be deep in thought.
Is this the plan that you mentioned, to minimize the number of deaths? You are actually a very kind person. At least, you are much better than my father's monarchs who claim to be "born noble" and "noble blood" and never care about the lives of the lower class and soldiers.
"Miss Lavinia, do me a favor."
"Ok."
The wolf lady wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled and nodded in response. In order to practice combat techniques in the world of the book, the two of them had cooperated many times.
As the golden light of the law fell on Prajna's body, the biting cold wind seemed to have come from the distant Far North, crossing the barrier of space and arriving in Egypt, where it is warm all year round.
White frost fell and cold fog rose.
Many Crusaders shuddered subconsciously, and some exclaimed: "This scene seems to be..."
As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of dog barking were heard from the white fog.
Following closely was the sound of dense horse hooves.
In the white fog that stretched before the army, a huge wild hound jumped out first, followed by groups of countless wild hounds, leading the black-armored knight riding on the ghost horse and attacking from the frost.
For a moment, the Crusaders felt as if the scenes in the book were reflected in reality.