Black Dragon Code

Leaving aside the lich, although the physical fitness of a spellcaster is much better than that of a purely ordinary person, it cannot reach the level of a fighter of the same level. Therefore, after such an unparalleled impact, Archmage Anthony After a brief struggle, he quickly lost his vital signs.

Die cleanly.

It is worth mentioning that during this brief staggering period, Caesar was hit by the Knights several times more fiercely than before, and his recovered body was covered with scars again in an instant.

No way, although under the action of hormones, his strength, speed and reaction have been greatly improved, but his defensive ability has not changed much. After all, hormones are not fantasy items, and there is no way for Caesar to break through in an instant and cross a The big realm is invincible.

A world of difference does not exist in Caesar. To be honest, the current black dragon will not be much stronger than before. He just took advantage of the opponent's misjudgment caused by the information update and seized the opportunity in one fell swoop. Just won such a battle.

In other words, Caesar still couldn't kill Archmage Anthony when the other party knew enough and was vigilant.

Because it touched the pain point of the opponent-the mage is the most important part of the army, the blow followed by the Knights caused quite heavy damage to Caesar.

But these are irrelevant, the mage is dead, Caesar has won the most fruitful result of this battle, and he does not miss the rest.

What's more, through the various feedbacks from the body, the black dragon knows that he seems to be stronger now, but the actual situation is not optimistic, and he does not know when he will lose the chain.

The hormone made him fall into a state of hyperactivity, but this did not mean that Caesar had lost his mind. After a short analysis, the guy turned around and ran away. He first used his formidable strength to rush out of the encirclement of the cavalry, and then ran for dozens of meters like an airplane taking off. Flap its wings and fly away into the sky.

...

At the same time, the attack on the frontal battlefield had long since ended. The orcs attacked ten heavy ballistas fearlessly, and finally destroyed all the bed crossbows after paying the price of the lives of nearly thirty soldiers.

Putting aside subjective wishes, facing an elite regular army, it was not easy for them to achieve such a result. The reason why they were able to do so smoothly was mainly due to the Archmage Sif. All the spellcasters and knights in the human garrison were drawn. After being transferred away, the black dragon attracted most of their strength, and they lost most of their countermeasures against the sudden appearance of the orc wizard.

The orcs followed the black dragon's instructions. Even though they were able to further expand the results of the battle, they were not dazzled by the benefits in front of them. After completing the task, they quickly retreated to avoid being surrounded by Roy's other troops.

Facts proved that Caesar was right. Less than fifteen minutes after the Stone Crow clan evacuated, Roy led his people back to the station in a hurry from another direction.

Roy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the messy battlefield for the first time.

"what happened?"

He had a gloomy face, although no one in the room was more annoyed than him, even though Roy was so angry that he was about to go mad, he still had to maintain a calm expression of emotion and anger.

He is the backbone of the army. If he even jumps his feet and goes crazy at this time, insulting and whipping the soldiers to vent his anger, then the army will completely collapse. In the eyes of the subordinates, those actions are almost equivalent to declaring the defeat of the war.

Roy would never do that.

"grown ups."

The soldier closest to Roy knelt on one knee with his sword in his hands. His two-handed long sword was curled up and his hands were lacerated. He had obviously experienced an extremely difficult and high-intensity battle and had fought bloody battles: "The orc clan Raid our garrison and destroy the bed crossbow."

The sweat in the soldier's helmet is still dripping, and his cheeks are flushed with shame.

"They destroyed the bed crossbow?"

Roy clenched his hands tightly behind his back,

His eyes swept across the pile of broken copper and iron in the corner, and his face was uncertain: "Then why are you still alive?"

"A spellcaster has come among them, my lord."

The soldier's head lowered: "That's an archmage, even if we sacrifice our lives, we can't stop him."

"It's a poor excuse. As the invincible army of the Brando family, there is no reason for you to be defeated by such an orc clan."

Roy signaled the soldiers in front of him to get up first, and stared at the silent soldiers behind him: "I am ashamed of this result. If you encounter orcs again, you know what you should do."

Is there a next time?

Roy doesn't know, but he still has to say what should be said, but in the current situation, he must not sprinkle salt on the wounds of these soldiers, otherwise, once their morale drops to freezing point, they will not even be able to successfully exit the wilderness. become unknown.

"How long did the fight last?"

Roy took a few steps forward, squatted down in front of the rotten copper and iron, held the chiseled parts of the bed crossbow in his hand, and asked.

"Less than ten minutes." The guard who followed immediately replied.

It's crazy!

The heart of the young nobleman was beating. He was very aware of the fighting power of his army. Although there were less than three hundred troops left, it was not something that orc tribe could solve in ten minutes.

This is almost an impossible task.

The purpose of the orcs was to make bed crossbows. However, before he left, he also specifically told the soldiers to guard the ten crossbows. He believed in his subordinates without reservation. No need to ask, they knew that the soldiers staying behind were not waterproof at that time. I must do my best to protect these weapons.

However, in this case, the orcs still only took ten minutes to complete their goal, destroying all the ballistas, and successfully evacuated.

To achieve this level, there is only one possibility.

Combining his reports, traces of the battlefield, and residual magic power, Roy is almost certain that the old wizard of the Stone Crow clan even squeezed his body's potential at all costs to cast spell attacks by overdrawing his life in order to complete the task.

Besides crazy, what other words can be used to describe it?

That old guy didn't have a good life for a few years, but he was still working so hard at this time, it was simply desperate.

If this old man overdraws his life, even if his soldiers are lost, they can delay at least ten to fifteen minutes, or even longer, until he returns to complete the anti-siege.

Roy never expected that the Stone Crow Clan would do this.

"etc!"

The young aristocrat thought about it, and suddenly his mind changed, and he stood up from the ground with a whoosh: "Why haven't the cavalry come back yet?"

It is impossible for human beings to sustain such a long battle. If their own cavalry had been chasing and killing the black dragon until now, they should have been exhausted.

Wayne is not that stupid, no matter whether they give up hunting or not, they should have returned by this time, why haven't they disappeared yet?

Unless, this army also encountered trouble.

Roy had a premonition that something was wrong, and took out a crystal from the pile of crystals in the lining of the gray shirt.

This is a single-use magic item, very common in Elradia, and of many uses, imbued with mana infused by the caster Antony.

After being broken, it can resonate with the crystal containing the same source of mana, transmit sound and image, and is widely used for long-distance communication.

Roy crushed the crystal hard.