Mages Are Too OP

If I can blow up the gates with a fireball, why do I have to think of so many curved ways to break through the walls?

And that's why the Mage is called the King of War.

As long as he is strong enough, the magician will always find ways to tear the enemy's defenses apart.

Archers and thieves are the master's stars in small-scale mixed warfare.

But archers and thieves are unlikely to be able to target magicians under heavy protection on the battlefield, and they have difficulty bypassing the army's protective net.

The stupidest and easiest way to fight a magician is to build a city wall with anti-magic building materials, but not with expensive, non-border cities or important strategic cities.

There is also a way to find another powerful practitioner, or a group of practitioners, to interfere with each other and reduce the power of magic after it is molded.

Join him if you can't beat him... this is the best way.

The only problem is that practitioners are really scarce. A magician or a magician, and the more powerful a magician is, the less likely he is to get involved in secular matters. They prefer to stay in their magic towers and study magic.

And now, a great demon guide was born in the Golden Son?

Old John immediately thought of someone, Roland!

Little John would also have thought that he would look at his father.

Father and son both look hard at the same time.

Old John roared, "Everybody go back to town and kill all the enemies in the city first. ”

He was really angry that he thought the other side had little strength and dug out the trench array, which was a dead end idea.

But it didn't occur to me that it was just a pigeon, and the other party actually went around and attacked him.

This feeling of success in a sneak attack by someone who is despised of himself is quite irritating, and Old John knows that he is a light-hearted enemy and has committed a major taboo in the war.

And more importantly, when did Roland become a great demon, there was no wind at all.

No wonder Morey City broke so easily.

There are also many mysterious messages coming from Maury, many of which have been deliberately hidden. If Old John knew Roland was a big demon, he knew he would never move lightly.

But anyway, go back to town now.

He looked at the broken gate in front of him and looked cold.

The soldiers were immediately mobilized.

Turn around and retreat.

But that's when a bunch of red-fruit men jumped out of the trenches carrying two or three stone shots.

They made a strange noise of Ulaula and headed forward, using the power of the sprint to throw the stone gun directly into their hands.

After throwing one force, he threw another. After throwing the gun in his hand, he ran back to the trench and seemed to have gone to get the new gun.

More than two hundred noodles with dishes, the man threw a lot of stone guns in just over a dozen seconds.

Nature behind the palace is the shield soldiers who were on the front line not long ago. Although they raised their shields in a timely manner, a large number of stone guns fell and the horns honked. Some unlucky ghosts were hit in the head by stone guns. Even with helmets to protect them, the fierce impact made them pass out.

At this point, the archers who were in the rear, now the archers in front, reacted, trying to throw a wave of arrow rain, and the enemies blamed themselves for shooting into the trenches.

The arrow shoots out, but doesn't seem to have hit a man.

One of the officers in charge of the command was angry and exasperated: "These cowardly sluts. ”

Old John took the time to look behind him, though he had been heading towards the gate.

He suddenly found out that the enemy was familiar with the methods of warfare when he entered and retreated from me.

And then when I think about it, my face gets a little dark.

How dare you use your best methods of warfare against yourself?

These goddamn golden sons of bitches.

He immediately said to the officer next to him, “You bring 200 infantry, 100 archers to guard those damn rats, and if they come after you again, you'll never be in the army again. ”

“Yes!”

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

And old John pushed the horse again, and the horse rushed first, behind him were several young officers who also rode the horse.

Horseback riding is naturally fast, but when they arrived at the gate, they found that the entire tall gate had been bombed, and there was about a dozen meters wide of the wall.

The stone bricks scattered around became coke black and still emitted smoke, wondering how powerful the magic of the city had just fallen.

“How could this happen!” Little John looked at the gate and thought it was a little weird: “Why did Roland become a great guide? We didn't know anything, not even Aldo told us. ”

“Anyway, let's go back to the castle.” Old John withstood the anger in his heart and said hastily.

Several people continued to rush forward, and shortly after they entered the city gate, there was another gleaming flash from afar, followed by a huge explosion.

They pacified the frightened horses and then saw the castle flowing in black smoke towards the sky.

“Roland!” Old John finally couldn't help but shout in anger.

Meanwhile, right in front of the castle, Roland blew up the front door of the castle with a spontaneous blast, and then he sat on the floor with his ass.

“I can't, I really can't move.” Roland, with a scary white face, said to the people beside him: "Send me to safety. ”

The soldiers immediately arrived with an improvised stretcher, moved him up and quickly left the battlefield.

Link made a gesture, and more than a hundred soldiers immediately dispersed behind him and began to pull open the rough marijuana rope wrapped around him, tied to the piers on either side of the road, or wrapped around rocks half the size of which was buried in the earth.

A small organ that uses the principle of lifting rods has been set up to straighten the hemp rope with a little bit of force.

Not long ago, 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 horse on the road. Far away, it was impossible to see that there was a rope buried there.

These people then quickly hid.

And the remaining soldiers in the castle were scared by the spontaneous magic, hiding in the inner city, afraid to come out.

Soon, a heavy horseshoe sounded from afar.

This is Old John's elite cavalry, because of the trenches, they are not needed in this battle.

So they stayed behind in the barracks behind the castle.

It was unexpected that two consecutive explosions had broken the gate and then the castle appeared to have been attacked.

Remaining officers are close associates of old John, and loyalty does not have to be said.

He immediately brought all the cavalry to the rescue.

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

Sand sculpture steel friends in the live broadcast room are showing their ‘IQ’ in various ways, talking very nicely and mixing strange noises.

Then Roland watched Old John's cavalry rush from afar, watching one of the trippers jump out of the mud sand.

Watching the massive man howl over his horse, the screaming of man mixed with the sighing of the horse.

That is, fierce and addictive.