After Gilfin decides to train a magician with his own hands, a while later.
The Gilfin Magic Mercenaries gathered luxurious boys who were roughly unusual to call mercenaries.
They were all vagrants who came together to say that food and beds were guaranteed.
Unfortunately, they were the kind of boys who were laughed at with their noses and chased away when they asked me to join the mercenary corps.
But Gilfin went out of his way to pick someone with qualities.
They had a sense of inferiority that they could not fight with swords and a strong self-esteem that there should be something in them.
Their cravings were well matched by Gilfin's teaching magic.
They literally desperately practiced magic to get their own meaning and meaning.
That desperation was what Gilfin wanted.
Gilfin had a reason to gather only the boy.
He knew the graduate of Nork Magic Academy.
The best age to start your magic training.
There are individual differences, but they are about nine years old.
It was exactly the same age as entering the college's elementary school.
But the academy thinks about it.
Gilfin is so impressed.
Everything about the Academy has a proper meaning, one by one.
It contrasted with the surprising costumes and terrible movements of the magicians in the north.
It doesn't make sense to start magic training too soon, but it's too late.
You can say fatal.
Had I attained twelve years of age without any training.
If you train desperately from there, you may become a magician.But that person will never be called a first-class sorcerer.
That's just so that the technology that got knocked on when I was a kid never falls out of that human body for the rest of my life.
The technique you learn after you grow up will rust most easily with a slight blank.
The act of practicing magic in myself was not rational, but deeply connected to the instinctive feeling in myself.
That's why Gilfin gathered the boys.
We trained and left only talented people behind.
Those whose talents were not recognized were mercilessly cut off.It was the same feeling that I felt when I threw away the magic that I judged useless on the battlefield in my college class.
The more than twenty magicians who were left behind did not reach the student level of Nork Magic Academy, but nevertheless acquired magic far beyond the level of the North.
Gilfin organized them as one unit, swearing absolute allegiance to himself.
Their power spread with the exception of the mercenaries who despised the sorcerers every day.Along with the name Gilfin's Enchanted Unit.
"Witchcraft unit behind two front lines."
The Commander's “Hundred" Mahad's voice resonates.
The magicians of the black robe sew between the warriors and move forward.
"Hurry up. They're coming."
As Mahad had said, an army of black armored horses was approaching to cut the cold air of winter.
Leader of the Black Wolf Cavalry.
"Come on, they're coming."
Gilfin raised his voice.
Show me your power.
Until now, magic boys have dealt heavy blows to enemy mercenaries with their magic.
But today, we're dealing with a brilliant army of mercenaries roaring north.
It's a test stone.
Gilfin thought.
Whether or not they can climb the real sorcerer's stairs.
You cannot survive today's battle simply by using the magic you have acquired.
If the wolf's sharp teeth and claws could still survive, it is proof that the magic is linked to the soul.
If you were to die, your talents and luck would have been so great.
"Shield!"
Mahad's voice resounded.
The backs of the Black Wolf Cavalry fired their backup arrows all at once.
Gilfin's men hold their shields overhead to prevent them.
Don't shoot me back.
Mahad's voice resounded.
In order to maximize the Magic Team's impact, do not shred the opponent's momentum with extra shots.
"Attract."
A group of horses riding during the Black Dragon.That's the Gilfin Witchcraft Mercenary Regiment. It's going straight into the army of black armored infantry.A warrior at the head clashed a giant long-handed axe.
The sound of the hooves crushed the ears of the Gilfin Wizard Mercenary Warriors, shaking their bodies like the sound of the earth.
The faces of the warriors on the front line were drawn to fear.
"Not yet."
The voice of Mahad stopped the warrior who tried to push through without resisting fear.
Don't break the line.
The magic is concentrated in the hands of the magicians behind them.
Surprisingly, the leader of the Black Wolf Cavalry slowed the horse.
The next moment, the horses that jumped from behind lined up beside the leading warrior.
A line of black cavalry.
It was as if a large group of horses had suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Oh.
Gilfin watches the stunning move without thinking.
"I see. That's why it's the best."
A warrior standing at the forefront, with a vicious smile, immediately holds a black long-handed axe.
One of the Black Wolf Cavalry Aces, Black Battle Axe Gaizac.
Horseback lines last accelerate.
A deathly thrust, impregnated with incredible impact power, such as that of an infantry soldier.
The Gilfin Witchcraft Mercenaries seemed to be swallowed by horseback riding waves.
But Mahad, the warring commander of the "Hundred Squads”, opened his eyes and identified the last moment.
Now!
At the same time, the magicians unleashed their magic.
Flame. Ice. Wind.
Magic crafted within them is transformed into magic far beyond the level of the North.
Blows magic, burns, freezes, and blows enemies to the brink.Infantry is rushing in there.That was the Gilfin Magic Mercenaries' must-have tactic.
Today, the magical forces at the heart of the blow are out before usual.That means the magic is more powerful than usual.
But it was precisely at that moment that the Black Wolf Cavalry warriors threw something at each other.
"Mmm."
Gilfin brightens his eyes.
Cotton balls?
The cavalry threw a flying tool called a cotton ball.
The magicians who chose the magic of fire were miserable.
A large amount of cotton hair jumps out of the dried hare fruit to cover your eyes.The moment they unleashed the magic of fire, all of them were set on fire, and the magicians were set on fire with their companions.
The black armored cavalry that stepped into it relentlessly mowed their lives.
However, the magician, who froze the cotton hair with ice magic, shot it back like an arrow, pointing it at the body of the cavalry.
As much as the cavalry is gaining momentum, the impact is not half-life.
The cavalry, stricken with cotton fur ice arrows, blew back like they had been shot.
In an instant, life and death stagger.
But the minutes were still in the Black Wolf Cavalry.
They were accustomed to fighting with the sorcerers, avoiding as much as possible the linear motion of the horse riding with excellent equestrian skill, spreading the sorcerer's aim and slitting the infantry formation at that speed.
Especially Gaizac, the leader general of the “Black Axe”, had a terrific outburst.
Long axes whirl like a tornado, and infantry and sorcerers are knocked down one after the other.
A second group, led by Morgard, was already approaching behind it.
Are you sure?
Mahad looks at Gilfin.It was just a cool tone.
"We're all going to be eaten by wolves."
Hmmm.
Gilfin distorted his mouth.
"A little faster than I expected."
That's how I put my cane up and put my horse out front.
Change the situation, Mahad. Move your troops without delay.