The 11th Firewall Art, Swallow!

Meglin released the arrow in his hand. There is no order to put the arrow again. A row of soldiers behind him released their bows and arrows. In another row, Maglin immediately raised his arm again, and his hand lowered slightly. With a sound, he released his arrow.

This kind of blindly shrouded shooting does not need to observe the results. What you have to do is to continue to release it.

Behind that, Yasen once stood on the high platform with a roar: " Shoot." About seven or eight dark lights plunged into the sparse queue of barbarians who had run into a hundred meters in an instant. The iron crossbow slamed into the crowd, pierced the ice and bounced again, like the sword of Odin God, and then split it fiercely. There are no rules to cut the front and back of the barbarians like this.

But the barbarians are still moving forward.

The archer is still mechanically shooting arrows. After a hundred steps, the officer's order changed. He said, "Precise shooting."

Maglin flattened the bow in his hand, put on an arrow, and calmly aimed at the front. He was burned by the fire, stoned and shot by arrows, and still a tall barbarian who was still alive.

He is wearing armor. He rushed from behind and then rushed to the front. The shield in his hand was iron. He has white feathers on his helmet, and he is a barbarian officer.

The bow string trembles.

Arrows are like meteors!

The tall barbarian officer fell on his back. Even if he was running fast, the iron shield that covered most of his body flew out and hit his own soldier.

His eyebrows were accurately hit by an arrow from Brother Chu who came to this battlefield.

"Archer! The last blow, immediately behind, the infantry came forward. Get ready! Let it go!"

When Maglin retreated, he saw two barbarians lying on his back. He smiled with satisfaction. He killed at least three barbarians at such a long distance!

But the psychological consequences of the attack of bows and arrows and the attack of swords to others and themselves are different.

Looking at the iron armor in front of him, he suddenly staggered from the rear to the heavy infantry responsible for the first wave of defense of iron shields, long guns, and banging. Just a few breaths, when the archer came to the back, there was already an iron wall in front of him. The barbarians howled and rushed over. On this side, they smashed the weapons they carried or picked up the dead barbarians on the road.

Large pieces of sword stones and even long guns hit the middle iron wall with a big shield. Inside the iron wall, after protecting the face, the officer's order was simple and clear: "Dry your head!"

The armor and helmets of the heavy infantry, as well as the big shield, protected themselves perfectly. Those weapons hit them up and did little harm to them.

Asen stood with his hands behind his back, and his own soldiers held a huge sword on his side. Behind him is a team of the most elite of about 20 people, ready to support the front at any time.

He looked down at the battlefield and saw Maglin's previous and present performance. Unable to detect, he nodded.

Maglin's last three arrows are very beautiful. He saw the barbarian officer fall.

But no matter what, this is the beginning. Arsen was responsible for the defense command of the whole army, not Maglin, who quickly turned his attention to the front of the fight.

The big iron gun was pricked out of the wall made of shields again and again. Occasionally, a fierce barbarian howled and pulled the big gun that pierced his body back, and cooperated with the people around him to drag the shield wall out of the gap, and then the barbarians took the opportunity to cut a knife.

There were casualties in the knife and shield hand, and someone made it up, and the whole iron wall was not a big problem. The second group of battle sequences are waiting quietly. On the ice sheet farther away, the barbarian follow-up troops appeared.

Every time, these guys are always like this, with no tactics and stupid consumption, but the rose side can only accompany them.

Yasen gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "The second-series swordsman went up and immediately destroyed the barbarians who penetrated backwards from the flank. The archers will cooperate with you.

The military order is handed down.

Spontaneously, the barbarians who were about to bypass the cracks on both sides of the defense saw that another soldier rushed up from the Rose Army.

They have no choice but to step back. Focusing on the frontal breakthrough, the defensive position of the cunning Rose Empire is very sinister, and there are deep trenches not far from both sides of the iron wall. The trench not only protects the flank of the other party, but also the back end of the trench extends to their defense area. Standing at the end of the trench, one or two archers can eliminate the unlucky who fell.

From this breakthrough point, the Odin Empire can only attack head-on.

But with the efforts of their comrades-in-arms in the front row, their soldiers can constantly reinforce their troops from the inside of the trench. At this famous iron wall breakthrough point, there can only be hundreds of people fighting against hundreds of people.

From the north to the south, this is the only place nearby, which is the most suitable for breakthrough. Other places are either river banks with large drop or damn rocky tidal flats, and there is no way to step.

"Rel them up and kill them before the other party comes up." Yasen saw the enemy retreat and continued to maintain the original direction of attack. He issued an order.

The catapult in the back is already ready.

The second wave and the third wave of the enemy will come. They consume their lives every time. Since the barbarians started the war this time, their subordinates have suffered nearly 300 casualties. Some veterans have died, some veterans are disabled, and some are still lying there. The recruits begin to grow, and then new blood is slowly injected under the premise of maintaining combat effectiveness.

War is a forging machine for a force, and blood exchange is an inevitable process.

This time, only Meglin was replaced, and his performance was not bad. Yasen looked back. Not far away, a group of newly transferred soldiers who were ready to join his command were watching the real battle.

He shook his head: "I'll dial fifty good points to join the front later. When they are only twenty, replace them with another fifty.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Yasen frowned.

He saw Meglin and an archer following an infantryman forward on the left side of the trench. His lips moved, and he still couldn't help thinking about it, but the Aleusus armor was different, which could be seen by a veteran.

Maglin will be in trouble when he comes to the front.

But Arsen saw the infantry stop, and Maglin seemed to be saying something to them.

In front, under the command of grass-roots officers, the iron wall faithfully implemented Yasen's order and pressed forward. At the same time, the strength of the counterattack suddenly increased, the casualties of the barbarians intensified, and the casualties of the shield hand also intensified.

"Obey orders, soldier." A small leader of the heavy infantry roared at Maglin.

This boy who doesn't know how to move forward.

"I can't see the enemy here. Throwing is meaningless now. Maglin Road.

"Shut up and execute the order." The heavy infantry continued to move forward, and it was the five people who protected Meglin.

Under Arsen's secret order, they can't tell other comrades-in-arms that this will affect the heart of the army. Everyone's lives on the battlefield are the same value. Why does Maglin want five people to secretly protect?

After the heavy infantry roared, he rushed forward with his own infantry. Maglin and another archer stood there. Maglin's face turned blue, and then he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

The archer grabbed him: "Execute the order, Sergeant Maglin."

"I know what you old soldiers and ruffians who look down on me are doing, but first of all, I'm a soldier!" Maglin roared. Then he knocked off the archer's hand without hesitation and strode forward.

In the back row of the iron wall, they stared at the doubts on the faces of the soldiers who also heard the movement here in front of them, and suddenly disdainned. Then with Maglin's action, they put away their disdain.

Archer Del followed Maglin with a dejected head, and at the same time, he looked back in the direction of Yasen helplessly. It's too far, so what?

Del felt that he was dead today. Those five guys go up to kill, and then they have to bear the safety of this desperate boy, damn it!

These Lord Rabbits, the princes, and the Prince of Soster have the same pretentious virtue!

"The blessing of light!"

For a moment, a white light shrouded the front of the iron wall!

Is he a magician? Del almost fell into the trench. Or at least a second-level magician? Looking at Maglin's sudden wave of his hand, and then a white light enveloped the team of hundreds of people, restoring physical strength and healing the body of the light healing magic?

"The defense of the earth!"

Del fell down.

Damn it, I've never eaten pork and I've seen the pig run. One after another, the magic hair is so fast, it's definitely a strong man. Does this kind of guy want to protect himself?

Yasen looked at the yellow light after the white light in his queue. The front soldiers burst into cheers in a blink of an eye, and Yasen was also surprised. He knew that Maiglin was the Duke's "kin", and he also knew that Maiglin was said to be very powerful, but that was a rumor about the performance. Now he has seen a real second-class magician?

"My lord, the barbarian retreated."

Yes, I saw that when the barbarians saw two magics in a row, the wave of barbarians who could no longer support gradually retreated. After the reinforcements rushed from both sides rolled over, the morale of the soldiers in the middle counterattacked fiercely and neatly. The barbarians were suddenly stunned, and then retreated a few steps back, and then retreated.

"Tap the drum!" Yasen has just issued this order, ready to order the soldiers to destroy the other before the next wave of barbarians rushes.

The other party's barbarian troops seem to have completed the agitation and preparation, and the second wave has moved forward.

At this time, the disability of the first wave of killing will be a good psychological blow to the other party, and the second wave will be much easier. Yasen's order was issued, but there were cheers in front of him.

A fire!

Yasen was finally as stunned as Del! Almost three breaths, three magic? Three different magics? Spectacular scene! Aleusus of the Duke's family! Yasen roared, "Tong to cheer!"

is Maglin.

After blessing the earth magic, Maglin moved forward quickly. This recruit who was wearing Aleusus armor and the war was about to start, the recruits who entered the position moved forward and followed the road of his battle sequence.

Except for what they just saw, the soldiers who fought in front of them did not look back in the battle. They didn't know that this figure was not a reinforcement soldier or a coward.

They didn't know that this was the magician who had just given them continuous luxury blessing in physical strength and defense.

A young man.

suddenly rushed to the front of the queue. Only the head of the heavy infantry team who just ordered Maglin to leave knew that the blessing just now was probably made by Maglin.

He was also a little confused. When he looked at Meglin talking, he knew that it was just a rabbit, so his impression was subverted in an instant.

And Maglin rushed out.

The barbarian retreated.

The dead body on the ground and the blood gradually solidified by the cold. Maglin, wearing the armor of Acreus, stood in front of the queue. He just heard the officer's order to destroy the enemy.

Then destroy it. Orophile doesn't have to hide himself anymore. The recognition of comrades-in-arms on the battlefield and the fear of the enemy are the most solid foundation for their reputation and future.

Then come on.

Pinched a red magic storage crystal.

Quickly resonated with the element of murderous leaning down, smelling the strange smell of cold and hot air, Maiglin's second-level magician raised his right hand and then cut it fiercely in front of him: "Odin bless, fire wall, swallow it!"

Bum!

The firelight appeared from the air in the front of his finger. In a blink of an eye, the flame turned into a wall, and then danced wildly towards the barbarians who were more flustered and had shown fear on their faces.

The barbarian howled and threw away his weapons and ran back, but how did he run over the wind and over the fire?

A large area of the fire wall, which is nearly ten meters wide, is still extending in progress. The speed is so fast that the wall becomes a net, and the barbarians at the end are rolled up from behind. With just a gentle lick, it wraps a few people, igniting all their hair, animal skins and armor clothes on their bodies, and the flames are more fierce. Again Forward.

One paragraph, swallowing life.

Maglin bent his bow and took an arrow, and three feather arrows roared out, shooting the three fastest barbarians, and then immediately ran to one side with a pale face.

The heavy infantrymen who rushed out of the flank immediately paid him. In fact, Maglin is not so serious. Although he is a little tired, the last most powerful magic is the stored storage of Wells.

But he can't be too shocking. Just now, the one was almost the power of level three magic. It swallowed up fifteen or six barbarians at once, and the flame continued. The barbarians who retreated and fled were involved and burned one by one. Maglin saw that at least one-third of the remaining more than two hundred barbarians who had been scattered and fled. Fire The flame continues to be swallowed.

If it is a dense formation, your magic can swallow up the other party's 100s and a half in at least an instant!

It's in the limelight. The cunning boy gasped tiredly and barely squeezed out a smile in the call and reverent eyes of his comrades-in-arms. These are all veterans, and he has gained their trust from now on! It's so cool!

"The archer shoots freely!" The inspired front-line commander roared, and he reacted slowly to shame himself. If this was a battle, his troops would have suffered countless casualties under his stupid command.

The archers also cheered.

On the other side, the barbarians saw a growing flame. They must have recognized that it was the power of magic. They stopped and watched in vain their soldiers on the opposite side die in the fire or fall under the arrows.

They all fell with their backs to the enemy in shame and could not be met by Odin after death.

But there is a powerful magician over there!

The barbarian suspended the attack. This is a smart or stupid, but safe order. Before confirming the number of magicians here, they must adjust.

In the field, once a magician is added, the way of the war will change.

At this time, there was a column on the south bank, and the bodies of barbarians were everywhere.

The first wave of attacks on the barbarians were all wiped out.

The vigilant soldiers continued to cover their comrades-in-arms.

The soldiers were slightly **, because Maglin walked to the back with the support of several soldiers. The armor on the pale teenager was unique and beautiful.

The two red eyes on the top of the head flashed with ferocious light, coupled with the beautiful face under the helmet, which is strange but harmonious.

The soldiers on the battlefield stood strictly in their respective positions, but their heads kept turning as Maiglin moved forward. There was shock and joy in the eyes of the veterans.

There is such a second-level magician in his legion, which means that he has a greater chance of survival. Not afraid of death, but who wants to die?

Do you remember the light of magic? White, yellow, and flame!

"It's Maglin."

The recruits were transferred from the imperial capital. They were talking, it turned out to be Maglin. They walked a day later than Maglin. They heard that the imperial capital was empty alleys. Your Majesty, the Pope and the Duchess personally sent people or saw them off in person. During the papal ceremony, they also saw Maglin walking beside Lord Gremann in a white robe and the beautiful Miss Grace.

Alyus of the Rose Empire!

"It's Maglin's magician. That's great! A barbarian of the 100-person team.

"Idiot, it's 200 people."

"I said he was at least eliminated."

"No, he first supported the magic of the Light System, then the defense, and then the fire wall attack. My uncle is a magic apprentice, and I often hear him say this. Oh, my God, three different magics in a row, and then finally a super handsome wall attack.

"Is your uncle a magic apprentice? How old is your uncle?

"Damn, how many Maglin magicians are there in the whole empire? It's good to be a magician's apprentice. Maybe my uncle can become a first-class magician this year.

"Shut up, you noisy idiots in the army. If you dare to whisper to me again, I will chop you off. Now you, you, you, you three or fifty people go down to me and enter the position."

"Yes, sir."

Then they passed by Meglin and met their idol's eyes. The excellent recruit from the imperial capital shouted out of control, "Hello, Lord Arles of Rose! I will definitely try my best, too."

"Bless Odin, brother." Maglin said that at the same time, he and the veterans avoided the way on the side of the army and saluted the recruits who went to the line of fire.

"Thank you, my lord." The recruit answered loudly, and then moved forward proudly in the envious eyes around him.

The front-line commander then roared, "It's you. Come here and stand beside me, right."