Chapter 115 (1/2)

The flames rising into the sky lit up the forest.

The burning flame began to spread wildly. No matter how wet the forest was, it couldn't stop the burning of these magic flames. The blazing high temperature seems to dispel the cold at night and the humidity in the forest, but if you can choose, the people of the white wing mercenary Corps prefer the cold and humidity to the current high temperature.

In the place where the flame is burning, there is no howling. The detonation of three special fireballs will directly vaporize the people within the burning range, and there is not even a residue left.

The soldiers who survived the fire have fallen into chaos.

William was cold.

Although he was thinking that his pig like teammate was killed by the enemy, William was not at all happy when this scene really appeared. This extremely subtle sense of difference made William a little unbelievable - or don't want to believe it. Although he was very disappointed with the military literacy of the peripheral reserve soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment, no matter how disappointed, this army is indeed a fairly strong army in the trade capital. In the previous conflict with the Red Cross cavalry regiment of mornes, this army did not fall into the disadvantage.

Of course, the 3000 people in front of us are not all of the entire peripheral reserve soldiers, but only one-third.

But there can't be such a big gap in the standard. Is this really a regular army?

In the dark night, several fireballs roared and fell, causing bursts of explosion and roar on the ground.

This time, William saw very clearly.

The burning fireballs flew down very fast, almost as soon as they were formed. When the naked eye just caught the fireball trace, these fireballs had roared down. Judging from the magic traces, this is obviously a continuous bead fireball, not a simple fireball, but William has never seen that the continuous bead fireball can be so big and so terrible.

But Lianzhu fireball is a level 4 magic. Although in theory, magicians can cast it, the consumption of magic is very large. With the magician's magic, you can only cast it two to three times at most, never more than four times. At present, the magician of the other party has cast it twice. Even if the other party still has magic, there should not be many.

This time, the flame explosion did not have a clear landing point, but fell to a place with as many people as possible, completely expanding the chaos, and using the combustion of the flame to cut the battlefield, so that the soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment could not support each other.

William had guessed what the other party wanted to do. He shouted with some hiss: ”assemble! Everyone hurry to gather here! ”

At the same time, he roared and ran towards the battlefield behind him. He is now the supreme commander of this army. He must find a way to appease these chaotic soldiers in the rear and make them regroup. Otherwise, once this chaos becomes a real rout, even the best commander will not be able to command this army at that time.

At this moment, William's only doubt was when the enemy came around the rear. Or is it that before the arrow rain covers, the other party has actually come around the rear of the battlefield and has been waiting for the opportunity?

William doesn't know, but he doesn't want to know at the moment. His hoarse roar did not spread far in the night, because the crackling of flames and the chaotic noise of the crowd almost covered his cry. As long as the soldiers who were closer to William heard his cry and began to gather towards him, there was nothing more secure than following a commander.

At this time, William saw another red light flickering in the dark. He suddenly felt in his heart for no reason: is it magic again?

Then he saw a man in armor and holding a halberd stepping out of the darkness.

The weapon in his hand glittered with red light, even the flame burning in the forest could not hide its brilliance. He was like walking in his own back garden. He walked leisurely from the invisible darkness and walked out step by step with his halberd. Against the background of the fire, the man looked like a ferocious demon God. His face was solemn and his body exuded a breathtaking terrible momentum.

At the first moment of seeing the man, William felt an extremely terrible sense of suffocation, followed by a deep cold. Even standing next to the burning flame, he could not dispel the cold.

Then he saw the man suddenly raise his halberd.

The war halberd with red light was raised straight in his hand, like the extension of his arm and a flag in the night. As the man waved off his halberd, there was a roar like a lion: ”brothers! Dinner! ”

On the battlefield, there was a moment of stagnation.