Broad World

The dark elves' attack was the same as before, and the cannon fodder troops were sent first. The earth hulks with solid shells rushed to the front, and behind them were a large number of goblins, gnolls, bear goblins and orcs. These guys don't have any armor at all, and they charge up against the rain of arrows with a weapon in their hands, without any formation at all. They are just a group of consumables, used to test the defensive strength of the bunker, and no one cares about life or death.

"A treacherous bastard!" Alhan cursed under his breath.

With just a glance, he found that there was not even a single dark elf in this attack, and he was completely testing the strength of the bunker and the location of the arrow tower. There is no way, even if you are not reconciled, you can only endure it, who let the initiative not be in your hands now.

As the enemy got closer and closer to the earthen wall, the chief mage gave the order to attack without hesitation. The elf casters began to chant spells one after another, and after a few seconds, they released a large number of "greasy spells", directly covering all the areas in front of them. This first-level magic is widely used in warfare. Not only can it be used to limit the enemy's speed, but it can also be supplemented with a rocket, which can immediately burn into a sea of ​​flames.

Normally, if an army finds the effect of "Grease" in front of them, it will stop advancing immediately, and then mobilize the crossbowmen to the front row to shoot at each other. But it is a pity that these mobs in front of them are just a group of slaves. The order given by their evil dark elf master is to charge, and no slave dares to disobey, because those horrible punishments are far more terrible than death. Thousands of slaves didn't care about the large swath of grease in front of them, roaring and launching a suicide charge. Falling, getting up, falling down, getting up again, they rolled and crawled forward desperately, for fear of offending their master because of their slow movements.

It can be said that in terms of training and domesticating slaves, there is no race in the entire multiverse that can match the dark elves. Their cruel punishment can deeply engrave the word obedience into the soul of the slaves, even in the face of death, they dare not have any resistance.

certainly. Things like mind flayers and beholders that directly use spells to control minds don't count. Their behavior should be considered cheating. Once the spell is lifted, the slaves will immediately rebel without saying a word. There is no technical content at all, and it is far worse than the dark elves.

Erhan frowned and glanced at the slave who was still dying. Then he said to the ranger standing beside him, "Fire the rocket and let these poor creatures rest in peace."

"Of course, General." As he spoke, the young ranger pulled out a rocket and shot it without hesitation.

The burning arrow drew a beautiful arc in the night sky, plunged into the range of the "greasy technique", and made a loud noise in an instant, and then all the grease was ignited, and the flames rose to a height of more than two meters. Earth hulks are also good. Be it the goblin bears or not, they all wailed in pain. The fire lasted for several minutes, and when it was almost extinguished, except for two or three giant earth monsters with tenacious vitality, they were all turned into black and charred corpses. The elves used practical actions to tell their mortal enemies that this level of attack was useless, and they had to do it themselves.

In fact, these more than a thousand slaves did not die in vain. Although they couldn't test the strength of the unearthed wall and the location of the arrow tower, they still got an important piece of information, that is, the number of mages of the elves. After all, the casting range of "Grease" is fixed. Just measure the area you just covered and divide to get the exact number right away.

Seeing this situation, Henry couldn’t help shaking his head. He directly scored two zero points for the command ability of the chief accompanying mage. Originally, only about ten greasy spells were enough to slow down the enemy's speed, but he covered a large area, as if he was afraid that others would not know the number of mages he had.

There is no doubt that these ten rookies with no experience in war do not understand how to hide their strength to deceive their opponents in large-scale battles, otherwise a little trick will cause the dark elves to suffer a big loss.

But it's too late to say anything now. I believe that the next attack on the enemy will definitely send enough spellcasters to cooperate, and it will not be so easy to take advantage of it.

The fact was as expected, only ten minutes later. The dark elves organized a second wave of offensive. This time it was still the slaves who initiated the reunion first, but behind them were at least six hundred dark elves. At the same time, more than fifty mages formed a circle and chanted incantations loudly, as if some magical ceremony was going on.

"Hey. This is a big trouble." Henry sighed softly and said with emotion.

"Master, do you want me to interrupt this ceremony?" the brown dragon Ortagus narrowed his eyes and asked. As a mage and a thief, he was keenly aware of the weird magic fluctuations, and if he allowed the other party to use them, the consequences might be very bad.

Henry shook his head immediately without thinking about it: "No, it's not the time yet. The number of dark elves leaving the ground is less than a thousand, and it's not worth our shot. Wait a little longer."

He knows very well that the advantage of the giant dragon is that it can soar freely in the sky. Although these guys are usually large in size, their flexibility is not affected at all. They can even make a 180-degree turn or make an emergency stop during high-speed flight, and it is difficult to be shot by arrows.

It was precisely for these reasons that he decided to set the battlefield on the surface, otherwise the deterrent effect of entering the Underdark would immediately drop several notches. The underground sky is too low, and there are all kinds of annoying giant stalagmites, which seriously affect the flying ability of the dragon, and it is easy to be shot by dense arrows.

"Great master, I can turn into an elf warrior and go to the front to fight, so that I won't be recognized." As the black dragon Oloxes licked his sharp teeth, bloodthirsty eyes appeared on the ugly dragon head. smile.

"Oh? You really want to fight that much?" Henry asked with a playful smile. He suddenly discovered that this guy had really chosen the right profession. Berserkers were a group of lunatics who were eager to kill and fight. They would get excited when they smelled blood, which was exactly the same as his current performance.

Oroxes took a deep breath, and replied excitedly: "That's right, the blood in my whole body is about to boil, if I can't kill something, I will be suffocated."

Seeing the bloodthirsty light in the black dragon's eyes, Henry smiled and patted his head and said, "Okay, I agree with you to go to the earth wall. But there is one thing, it is forbidden to use any innate spells, and it is also forbidden to use berserk, I don't want to see you lose control, understand?"

"No problem, I promise you that I will never use any ability." After speaking, Oroxes directly transformed into an elf youth. Holding the flail "Holy Sacrifice" in one hand and the great sword "Contempt of Virtue" in the other, he went straight to the forefront of the battle.

Ortagus looked at the back of his arch-enemy and curled his lips in disdain and muttered in a low voice: "What a savage with a brain full of muscles, he doesn't know how to use the power of wisdom at all."

"Hehe, maybe. But you have to know that strategy can bring temporary victory, but it is completely vulnerable to absolute power. Only a strategy that matches power is the most perfect, so improve your own power ratio. Everything is important." Henry taught Brown Dragon a lesson before the call started.

He found that this guy has become overly obsessed with conspiracies and tricks since he read a lot of books, and gradually forgot that he is a giant dragon. Sometimes, he only needs to show his strength to solve many problems, and there is no need to make things so complicated. .

After hearing this sentence, Ortagus nodded thoughtfully, and just when he was about to say something, a bright light suddenly burst out from the circle surrounded by dark elf mages in the distance, followed by Some kind of incredible changes have taken place in the magic net within a few kilometers around.

The elf mage who was planning to repeat the same trick suddenly found that his "greasy spell" could not be used at all, as if this spell was not accepted by the magic net at all. For a while, even the chief mage was a little panicked. Not to mention.

Henry tried to connect to the magic net, then squinted his eyes and said with a sneer: "The school of magic is forbidden, the school of conjuration. It's a good method. This should be a kind of advanced magic skills of elves, and it must be inextricably linked with the magic lock." A connection. Mouthwatering stuff, and I’m now looking forward to more and more from this journey.”

Undoubtedly, those dark elf mages temporarily banned all spells of the school of conjuration in this area, just like constructing magic locks. Except for a very small number of masters of the surface elves, only they have mastered some of this kind of technology, and it is no less precious than the floating city in Netheril's time.

As far as he knew, most of the mages accompanying the wood elves this time were specialized in the conjuration school, so most of the mage group was abolished at once.

It has to be said that Ust Natha really deserves to be the number one city of the dark elves, and even such information has been preserved. It seems that it is time to find an opportunity to sweep around the Mage Tower, there must be more precious knowledge hidden inside.

Seeing that the mage group had lost their ability to fight, Aierhan shouted at the archers without hesitation: "Shoot! Free fire! Ranger! Prepare to pierce the arrows, and don't let the earth monster approach."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of "whoosh" and "whoosh" was heard in the entire camp. Arrows flew all over the sky into the air, and then fell like raindrops. In an instant, a large number of slaves fell to the ground with arrows. As for the dark elves, with their agility and the protection of the fine gold chain mail, few were even injured.

"Damn it! Priest! We need divine magic! Hurry up and bless all the fighters at the front, and we're about to fight hand-to-hand." Cursing, Alhan shouted at the priests mixed in the crowd. He knew very well that wanting to use these ordinary arrows to pierce the fine gold chain mail and full body armor was simply a daydream.

There is no way, the enchanted arrows in the army basically used more than a few in the last battle, and the rest can only be allocated to those sharpshooters for sniping. Now I can only pin all my hopes on this earthen fortress that has just been built, and hope that it can withstand the test of the flames of war, and it must not collapse too quickly...