146 Chaos (1/2)

One move to deal with all situations. If I can blow up the city gates in one shot with an extremely effective large fireball, why do I have to think of so many roundabout ways to breach the city walls?

The mages were called the kings of war for this reason.

With enough strength, mages could always find various ways to tear an opening in the enemy's defenses.

In skirmishes, archers and thieves were the mage's nemeses.

However, it was unlikely that archers and thieves could do anything to target mages on the battlefield who were under heavy protection, and it would be difficult for them to bypass the protective net of the army.

The dumbest and easiest way to fight against mages was to build walls using magic-resistant building materials, but they were expensive and not used in non-border cities or strategically important cities.

The other method was to find another powerful spellcaster, or a group of spellcasters, and interfere with each other's spell effects to reduce the power of the spell after it formed.

If you can't beat him, join him… This was the best way to go.

The only problem was that spellcasters were really rare. Whether they were warlocks or mages, the more powerful they were, the less they bothered to get involved in mundane matters. They preferred to stay in their Magic Towers and study magic.

And now, an Archmage was actually born amongst the Golden Sons?

John Senior immediately thought of someone—Roland!

At this moment, it had also occurred to John Junior as he turned his attention to his father.

Both father and son wore fierce expressions.

John Senior roared, ”All of you go back to the city and kill all the enemies in the city first!”

He was truly enraged. He had thought that the other side didn't have many troops and had dug the trenches planning to defend to their deaths.

However, he hadn't thought that it was just a cover, and the other side had actually sneaked around back and attacked.

This feeling of being on the receiving end of a successful sneak attack by someone he despised was quite irritating. John Senior was also aware that he had taken the enemy lightly and committed a cardinal sin in war.

More importantly, there wasn't even a hint about when Roland became an Archmage.

No wonder the city of Mory had been sieged so easily.

There was also a lot of inexplicable news coming from Mory's side, much of which was deliberately hidden. If he knew that Roland was an Archmage, John Senior knew that he would definitely not have acted rashly.

But no matter what, he now had to go back to the city first.

He looked at the broken city gates from afar, his expression chilling.

Soldiers were immediately mobilized.

They turned around and began to retreat.

They let out strange battle cries and charged forward, and with the force of their sprint, they hurled their stone pikes.

After throwing one, they threw another, and when they had finished throwing the spears in their hands, they immediately ran back to the trenches, as if to get new ones.

These two hundred or so famished men threw a large number of stone pikes in just ten seconds or so.

The ones in charge of the rear were naturally the shield soldiers who were at the frontline not long ago, and although they raised their shields in time, a large number of stone pikes came down followed by chaotic crashing sounds. There were still some unfortunate people who were hit in the head by the stone pikes, and even though they were protected by iron helmets, the violent impact still knocked them unconscious.

At this moment, the archers who were at the rear, now considered the front, reacted and were trying to fire a wave of arrows. In the end, as the enemy screamed oddly, all of the arrows were fired toward the trenches.

The arrows rained down, but they didn't seem to hit a single person.

A certain officer in charge of the command spat angrily, ”These cowardly untouchables.”

Although John Senior had been hurrying toward the city gate, he took the time to look behind him.

He suddenly realized that this kind of warfare, where one retreated when the enemy advanced and when the enemy retreated one would harass, was very familiar.

Then on second thought, his face turned somewhat sullen.