Chapter 51 - 51. The Last Battle Begins (1/2)

Looking far in the distance, Mack could see thousands of mages and acolytes lining up.

The battle was about to begin. Probably the last one of this war.

”What are you waiting for?!”

Raz raised his hand and screamed something that Mack could not hear, and made a circular motion with his hand in the air.

Then Mack saw all the warlocks in that small camp stopping doing what they were doing and walking toward Raz.

After less than a minute, every warlock there was in front of Raz. Waiting for his orders.

Mack quickly counted, and there were around 40 warlocks in total.

”I hope it will be enough”

Murmured Mack.

Raz gave orders, and the warlocks quickly divided in three squads.

After a few rounds of inaudible commands, Raz looked at Mack and gave a nod.

It was all ready.

”First squad, follow me! We are the tip.”

Screamed Mack, already walking outside the camp.

And the almost twenty warlocks followed.

Not long after, the others two squads followed behind.

If one looked from afar, they would see 40+ warlocks moving in a 'goose' formation. Or in simple terms in a 'V' formation.

Mack was the tip of the formation, and Raz was right in the middle of this formation. Raz was the only warlock there that could cause damage from a long distance, like mages did.

A simple and straightforward strategy is most of the times the better choice.

Mack didn't read many books when a child, at least is what he thinks, but he compensated in his adult life. And one of the books he read was the famous The Art of War by Sun Tzu.

To tell the true, Mack only read this book because it was trendy at the time. But once reading it, he realised that most of his way of thinking aligned with the strategies and phases of the book. He just didn't know how to put in 'words' before.

Mack, different from most normal people, didn't have a peaceful life. Running and killing was part of his daily routine. He didn't had a choice. Or he learned how to survive or he would be dead by now.

”Incoming!”

Screamed Mack to alert the fireballs coming their way.

Warlocks didn't use shields. And that's why most of normal battle tactics didn't work with them. They didn't have a clear way to defend. All depended on each individual experience and thinking to come with a way to defend or evade when under attack. Thus, breaking any kind of formation.

But this was about to change.

Raz raised his hand, and the fireballs exploded while still in the air.

”They prepared a firework show to welcome us! Lets make them know how much we appreciate!”

”By sending them to their graves!”

Screamed Mack, running toward the mages.

Normal warlocks had the advantage in close combat. They needed to engage in battle as soon as possible to maximize their advantage and reduce losses.

”Incoming!”

Another round of fireballs, and Raz raised his hand again.

This time no one stopped running or watched the beautiful fireworks that Raz provided them, because in the next twenty meters they were about to clash with the mage's army.

Only 40 ish warlocks against a sea of mages and acolytes.

All the warlock army was at the camp waiting to defend and use the small hill as an advantage point.

Mack was not stupid, nor Raz was. They were not aiming to suicide themselves or stop the mage army with only 40 warlocks.

Their goal was way beyond that.

”Prepare for contact!”

Mack raised his hand and touched his index finger.