One move is all over the world. Since I can blow up the city gate with a very effective fireball, why do I have to think of so many twists and turns to break through the city wall?

This is why the mage is called the King of War.

As long as the strength is sufficient, the magician can always find various ways to tear a hole in the enemy's defense.

In a small-scale melee, the archer and the thief are both nemesis of the mage.

But if you want to target magicians under heavy protection on the battlefield, it is unlikely that archers and thieves can do it, and it is difficult for them to bypass the army's protection network.

The stupidest and easiest way to fight against magicians is to use anti-magic building materials to build city walls, but the construction cost is expensive and not built in non-border cities or important strategic cities.

Another way is to find another powerful spell caster or a group of spell casters to interfere with each other's spell effect and reduce the power of the magic after it is formed.

If you can't beat him, join him... This is the best way.

The problem is that there are really few spell casters. Whether it is a warlock or a mage, the more powerful a magician, the more lazy the worldly things they are. They prefer to stay in their own magic tower to study magic.

And now, a great magician was born among the Son of Gold?

Old John immediately thought of someone, Roland!

At this time, little John will also think of him, and he will turn his eyes to his father.

The father and son both looked fierce at the same time.

Old John roared: "Everyone returns to the city and kill all the enemies in the city first."

He was really angry. He thought the other party had no troops and had dug out a trench formation, just to defend the enemy.

But unexpectedly, this was just a cow, and the other party actually attacked him.

This feeling of successfully attacking someone he looked down upon was quite annoying. Old John also knew that he underestimated the enemy and committed a taboo in the war.

And more importantly, there was no news when Roland became a great magician.

No wonder Morrie City was broken so easily.

There were also many inexplicable news from Morley, and many of the news were deliberately hidden. If he knew that Roland was the great magician, Old John knew that he would definitely not act rashly.

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

He looked at the broken city gate ahead from afar, with a chill look on his face.

The soldiers were immediately mobilized.

Turn around and start retreating.

But at this moment, a group of naked men jumped out of the trench with two or three stone guns.

They made Ula's strange screams and charged forward. With the help of the sprinting power, they directly threw the stone spear in their hands.

After throwing one, he threw another one. After throwing the gun in his hand, he immediately ran back to the trenches, as if he was going to get a new gun.

These more than 200 men with a good face cast a large number of stone guns in just over ten seconds.

The person in charge of the palace was naturally the shield soldiers who were on the front line not long ago. Although they raised their shields in time, a large number of stone guns were smashed down and they were ringing loudly. Some unlucky ghosts were still hit by the stone guns. Even with the protection of the iron helmet, the fierce impact still made them unconscious.

At this time, the archers who were originally in the rear, but now in front of him reacted, and were about to shoot a wave of arrows, but the enemies all shot into the trenches with a strange cry.

Although the arrow rain shot out, it seemed that it did not hit a single person.

A certain officer in charge of the commander angrily angrily: "These timid uncles as rats."

Although he had been rushing towards the city gate, Old John still took the time to look behind him.

He suddenly discovered that this kind of tactic of the enemy's advance and we retreat, and we disturb us is very familiar with the enemy's retreat.

Then after thinking about it, my face turned a little dark.

He actually used his most proud tactics to deal with himself?

These damn sons of gold.

He immediately pulled his horse and said to the officer beside him: "You bring two hundred infantrymen and one hundred archers to guard the damn rats. If they pursue them again, you don't think about staying in the army again."

"yes!"

The officer gave a knight's greeting and immediately turned around with a group of soldiers.

Old John once again instigated the horses and rushed to the front with a horse, followed by several young officers who were also riding horses.

The speed of riding horses was naturally very fast, but when they arrived at the city gate, they found that the entire tall city gate had been blown away, and there was only a gap of about ten meters wide in the city wall.

The stone bricks scattered all over the ground around them turned charred and were still emitting shimmering smoke. You can imagine how powerful the magic of the city gate was just now.

"How could this happen!" Little John looked at the city gate and felt a little incredible: "Why did Roland become a great magician? We don't know any news, and even Aldo has never told us."

"No matter what, let's go back to the castle first." Old John said anxiously, holding back the anger in his heart.

Several people continued to ride their horses forward. Shortly after they entered the city gate, another dazzling flash came from the distance, and then another huge explosion sounded.

They finally comforted the frightened war horses, and then they saw a stream of black smoke floating towards the sky in the direction of the castle.

"Roland!" Old John finally couldn't help it and shouted angrily.

At the same time, right in front of the castle, Roland used a self-explosion fireball technique to explode the main entrance of the castle, and then he sat on the ground.

"No, I really can't move." Roland, who was so scaryly pale, said to the person next to him: "Take me to a safe place."

The two soldiers immediately came over with a simple stretcher, moved him up, and then carried him away quickly.

Link made a gesture, and more than a hundred soldiers behind him immediately dispersed and began to pull apart the thick hemp ropes on their bodies, tied them to the stumps on both sides of the road, or wrapped them in the rocks that were half buried in the soil.

Another small mechanism is set up that uses the principle of carrying the rod. With a little force, the hemp rope can be pulled straight.

Not long after, more than twenty tripping horses were set up on the road.

Then another group of soldiers brought some sand from the side and carefully covered the tripping rope on the road. A little farther away, there was no sign of a rope buried there.

Then these people quickly hid.

The left-behind soldiers in the castle were scared by the spontaneous magic and hid in the inner city, not daring to come out.

Soon, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves coming from a distance.

This is the elite cavalry of Old John. Because of the trenches, they will not be able to use this battle.

So they stayed in the military camp behind the castle.

Unexpectedly, two consecutive explosions broke the city gate first, and then the castle seemed to be attacked.

The left-behind officer was the confidant of Old John, and there was no need to say that his loyalty was true.

He immediately brought all the cavalry to rescue him.

Roland was carried into a wood, and then he lay on a stretcher, opened the live room and started watching the live broadcast.

The sculpted steel friends in the live broadcast room are showing their "IQ" in various ways. They speak very nicely and mix with strange whimpers.

Then Roland watched Old John's cavalry rushed over from a distance, watching the trip Marsso jump out of the mud and sand one by one.

Watching the large-scale people slamming their screams and horses croaking together.
Chapter completed!