Lord of the Oasis Chapter 427 – The Tragic Battlefield Situation

Chapter 427: The Tragic Battlefield Situation

This was the strength of war mages. They were like moving cannons, and in the dense formation that mainly used cold weapons to collide, the damage they caused was limitless!

That’s right, this comment was very correct, it was limitless!

Because right at this moment, Kant’s mage army had yet to fully display their power.

As for these fireballs, they were just an appetizer from the mage apprentices!

As the staff lit up again, in a faint fluorescent light, fist-sized energy balls appeared one after another.

Then, the apprentices threw them forward as if they were throwing baseball balls, but their speed was extremely fast. They did not lose out much to the stone balls thrown by the catapults. They smashed directly at the group of fanatics.

This was the most basic war spell of the mage apprentices of the Enfath Empire.

[ Magic Ball ]

Each person had five magic balls per day.

120 people meant that 600 magic balls would be thrown out in the shortest amount of time.

This kind of basic spell was almost instantaneous, and the casting time was only 0.5 seconds. If a mage were to cast it, it would only take 0.3 seconds. But when the legendary great mage cast a spell, almost all of this energy could be shot out with a thought.

But now, the 600 energy bombs combined into a huge energy ball and seemed to have covered the front of the group of fanatics.

I was like the heaviest, deadliest, and most difficult to block heavy hammer.

They whistled past.

In the end, they smashed heavily onto the fanatics!

Then, the enemy formation that had been bombarded with fireballs was already broken in pieces. Then, they bared their fangs and brandished their claws and were about to pounce on the front row formed by the Rhodok soldiers. However, when they were smashed by the whistling energy bombs, they instantly retreated.

The fist-sized magic balls exploded one after another. They were really like the heaviest sledgehammers.

Bit by bit, the magic balls smashed those half-demonized fanatics and forced them to retreat.

Blood spurted out of their mouths. Their internal organs were even shattered. Along with the blood that gushed out of their mouths, there were also fragments of organs. One could tell how painful they were from their scared scarlet eyes!

Even these half-demonized fanatics were unable to resist the pouring of spells after they formed a scale!

With just 120 mage apprentices, they were able wipe out an elite team of nearly 500 people if they made sufficient preparation!

This was the advantage of a spellcaster.

Otherwise, with the world of “Wind of War”, all sorts of legendary creatures were existed in there.

As a human kingdom, and also one of the continent’s number one overlords, the Enfath Empire could live very well, and even rule a large territory. The greatest credit among them was the war mages.

There was no need to study too profound theories, nor did they need to contact too many spells.

The system of mages was completely integrated with war.

Or rather, they were trained to serve the war!

They only studied a few of the most powerful spells.

They used the spells that were most suitable for the battlefield and had the greatest destructive power to win the victory on the battlefield!

The philosophy of the Enfath Empire was that they didn’t need to win all the enemies. As long as they could crush them physically, then the enemies would wipe enemies’ skeptical attitudes towards their power and surrender.

Only those who survived would be the victors!

Now, the half-demonized fanatics had truly experienced the taste of this philosophy.

The 360 fireballs had directly killed 500 + fanatics, while at least 800 + fanatics had sustained injuries of varying severity. The next 600 energy bombs had completely shattered the fanatics’ front line.

These most basic and direct magic bombs killed nearly 200 + fanatics.

And at the rear.

The fanatics’ formation had completely collapsed.

They had completely lost their previous appearance of charging forward like a tidal wave, wanting to smash the reef into pieces!

This meant that these seemingly strong inhuman troops who should have been charging forward with indomitable will, with the madness brought about by the thick smell of blood, and borrowing the violent power bestowed by the demons, were just ordinary humans after all!

More than half of 3,000 half-demonized fanatics had lost in one charge! They were no longer able to charge forward at all.

Then, the elite Rhodok Heavy Footmen were already prepared and ready for battle!

Their broad shields were like a low wall, but at the gap and top of the low wall, sharp spears stabbed straight ahead, just like how they did in their daily training, stabbing forward in an orderly manner, without the slightest bit of delay.

The tip of the golden spear pierced through the muscles that were supposed to be harder than leather.

The black robe was tattered.

But the body underneath was pierced through by the tip of the spear.

Bright red with black blood flowing, the half-demonic fanatics who were still charging fell in groups in front of the low wall of the Rhodok soldiers. They screamed miserably and died in the end.

Their counterattack, the longswords and axes in their hands, could only knock on the broad shields like knocking on a door.

Other than the ear-piercing sound that reverberated through the space, there were only many traces left behind on the shields.

Of course, there were also the corpses of these fanatics. Layer by layer, they stacked up in front of the dense formation of the Rhodok soldiers. The miserable walls formed a small wall. The higher the walls were, the more people died!

The Rhodoks were never afraid of a head-on confrontation!

Compared to the cavalry’s battle, they were much simpler with the helps from the mages and archers.

They had an advantage on the battlefield. Usually, before the wide shields were smashed, they could fight to the death with a few fanatics who had fallen into madness. Even the low walls formed by layers of wide shields could hold their ground.

It was really like defending a city. The fanatics could only break in after expending a large number of soldiers.

The dazzling golden weapons could cause damage to the fanatics.

It was also a fatal damage.

Rounds after rounds of Rhodok soldiers fought and blocked the fanatics.

The fanatics finally charged forward like they were in a battle to the death, like a millstone of flesh and blood.

Whoever feared and retreated would lose the war. This was the slaughterhouse of life, the place where the living would die. Whoever could truly control the East County would obtain the symbol of ultimate power!

Kant looked coldly at everything in front of him.

Sarrandian Cavalries were dying.

Rhodok footmen were dying.

And the enemy, the fanatics of the Crimson Sect were also dying.

But he did not continue to send reinforcements. He only had so many troops in his hands, but most of the troops fighting at the moment were still regular troops. The trump card troops that he had in his hands had not yet attacked.

For example, the Lion Knights, Royal Knights, and these mages who were ready to fight.

There was no order.

There was no action.

Because their Lord Kant was still waiting.

His gaze looked forward, through the noisy and chaotic battlefield.

Gibran was also staring at himself with his scarlet eyes, just like Kant was looking at him.

They were all waiting.