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#346 - Wizards vs Cavalry

Behind the collapsed camp gate, hundreds of Nigossacks stood silently behind the burning wooden frame.

The flickering firelight reflected on Nidsal's bronze face, the matte skin revealing bulging veins.

Especially when he saw the billowing smoke rising from the military granary, a murderous aura almost pressed down on the faces of all the wizards.

The cry of an eagle came from the sky above Nidsal's head as he pointed his whip towards the wizards who were hastily forming their ranks.

"Seize the ringleaders, show no mercy!"

Moments later, the sound of hooves that haunted countless wizards in their midnight dreams once again echoed through the night sky.

Black armor rubbed against the lining, and the cacophonous battle cries from the royal court changed the expressions of many of Nidsal's soldiers.

"Quick, shield formation! There's no time!" Mormont shouted loudly, driving the wizards to their designated positions like sheep.

"Wasn't it said that Nidsal wouldn't be here tonight?"

"How would I know what's going on? Just stand properly."

The so-called shield formation was a common tactic used by wizards to counter cavalry charges.

The church and nobles' rejection of wizards, aside from the fact that they broke their monopoly on the extraordinary, was largely due to the fact that knights and wizards could instantly kill each other upon meeting.

Although knights were considered to have high health and defense against ordinary people, taking a direct hit from a fireball, lightning spell, or acid orb would result in severe injuries, if not death, and they were the kind that couldn't be healed.

Wizards, on the other hand, would fall with a single sword strike if a knight got close.

Based on this characteristic of wizards, the church developed knights with stacked armor and demon hunters with stacked evasion.

Knights could withstand spells with divine blessings, while demon hunters could avoid or dissolve spells with potions.

Through these two methods of dealing with spells, coupled with the wizards' extremely slow casting speed and one to two casts per day, they could quickly close in on wizards and suppress them.

Through several failures, the wizards gradually updated their tactics, quickly optimizing and iterating after reviewing, and successfully created two effective tactics.

The defensive tactic mainly relied on front-line infantry and physical wizards forming a shield wall to prevent cavalry from directly charging the evocation wizards.

The evocation wizards in the back row would successively cast frost spells to slow down, blinding spells to stun, and then coordinate with red dragon breath fireballs to deal damage.

The offensive tactic involved wizards charging to a position twenty to thirty meters away with swords on their backs and staffs in hand, using their staffs to cast spells to break the enemy's formation, and then picking up the Blackwater Bay's unique serrated swords to charge into the enemy formation for a massacre.

Faced with the charge of the Nigossack knights, although Mormont felt genuine despair, he still began to form a formation according to the defensive tactics.

The offensive tactics required a sufficient number of wizards, but most of the wizards on the field were in a state of magical slumber and could not cast spells normally.

Mormont could only choose defense, to withstand this wave first, and then think of a way.

In the chaos, the wizards quickly formed five rows.

The wizards in the first two rows held melee weapons, scavenged shields, or door plank stools, standing close together, taking turns drinking a few bottles of awakening potions.

Although only part of the suppression was released, it was enough for them to use the lowest level of physical enhancement spells.

The last three rows stood quite far apart, with an evocation master wizard every three or four meters in all directions, and even the wizards on both sides simply climbed onto the rooftops.

Twelve wizards had blue and white electric light flickering at their fingertips, or rotating fireballs, filled with a harsh buzzing sound.

However, after losing their staffs, their spell range was greatly reduced, and they could only launch spell bombardments within a range of five to ten meters.

In other words, they only had one chance.

Looking at the shield formation formed by the wizards, Nidsal grinned, his snow-white teeth stained with scarlet blood: "Laughable."

The sound of hooves thundered, and hundreds of Nigossacks formed a thick formation of three rows, already reaching a distance of fifty meters from the mages.

"Javelins!"

The light of the torches flickered, and in the charging cavalry formation, a black mist with a silver sheen suddenly rose.

The javelins rotated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they fell into the shield wall formation.

Could the impact of javelins thrown by these knights, all of whom were at the sixth stage of breathing technique, be small?

The needle-like spearheads pierced deeply into the wooden shields, penetrating the arms of the shield holders, and several blood-red gaps appeared in the previously neat shield wall.

Before the screams could end, the second wave of javelin rain descended, accurately shooting into the gaps in the shield wall.

A series of screams rang out, and streams of blood sprayed into the air. After two waves of javelins, the wizards' formation began to become chaotic.

One wizard even threw the lightning in his hand before getting close, the consequence of which was naturally to strike the air uselessly.

Even worse, due to being disturbed by the flying javelins, the acid orb in his hand directly hit the back of another wizard holding the line.

The man screamed and fell to the ground, the spine and ribs on his back corroded and exposed.

"Hold steady, hold steady! Wait for them to get close!"

Mormont kept walking back and forth behind the formation, encouraging the wavering wizards.

"Javelins!" This time it was not the Nigossacks shouting, but the wizards shouting in despair.

The third round of javelins arrived as expected at a very close distance, and the wizards watched in despair as the javelins pierced through their formation, and the originally dense formation became much sparser.

This was Mormont's tactic specifically targeting wizards, using the arm strength brought by the extraordinary to knock down the front-line holders from a long distance first.

Without the front line, in front of fast-moving knights, the wizards' spells simply couldn't hit accurately, and in the end, they could only watch helplessly as the Nigossack knights broke through the formation.

Iron hooves rose, and warhorses neighed as they trampled on the heads of fleeing wizards.

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"Kill!"

After the front-line infantry was broken through, everything was without suspense.

The chaotic wizard slaves scurried away with their heads in their hands, and the spells of the wizards whose casting was disturbed flew wildly.

Two wizards were squeezed too close together by the cavalry, and although they immediately threw the fireballs and lightning in their hands, they still caused a series of fire waves.

However, what this fire wave blocked was the wizards' own path.

"Your Excellency, it seems that a few wizards have escaped over the wall. Should we pursue them?"

Nidsal stared at the direction of the warehouse without turning his head: "Just find a few people to pursue them, make sure you catch the ringleader, and have the guards come out and follow me to put out the fire."

After giving this order, Nidsal took the lead and ran towards the warehouse.

Inside the guest room on the second floor of Crazywind Fortress, a large block of ice was placed in the center of the room, and an old woman sat on a wicker chair, her body swaying slightly.

And the last Earl of the Arco family, Domenico, was趴by the arched window, looking worriedly at the camp in the distance.

Looking at the blazing camp from afar, Domenico couldn't help but turn his head and ask the old woman behind him: "Old Grandmother, isn't this going too far?"

The old woman was exactly seventy years old, with a full head of white hair, sagging flesh on her face, wearing a thin black monochrome skirt of brocade satin, and a string of colorful beads hanging on her wrinkled neck.

Judging from this kind and simple dress, she didn't look like the decisive grandmother of the Arco family, but rather like an old grandmother in the home of a certain citizen.

She lowered her head, as if dozing off, but her voice came out clearly: "What are you afraid of?"

Domenico, the only remaining Earl of the Arco family, asked cautiously: "Lord Nidsal is so angry, he will definitely investigate. This is not just our family doing it, if someone..."

"It's precisely because it's not just our family that it's safe." The kind old grandmother's words were extremely calm at this moment, but they were terribly mean, "He's just a stinky foreign vampire dog, hanging the banner of the church, does he think he's the Pope?"

Domenico scratched his head: "Old Grandmother, you know the virtues of other families..."

"I'm doing this because I know their virtues." The old grandmother yawned, "Do you know why everyone has been willing to help me for so many years? I'm clearly just a frail old woman."

"Because you are pious and have prestige?"

"What prestige do I have? I'm not a knight. Who knows my name outside of Goldstream Township?"

"Because, because you are the leader of the Cush Knights? Ah, I see, because you have our three brothers, three earls."

"You're half right, but what are you three? You're not even as good as that bastard named Bernardo."

"Then, then because you are kind?"

The old grandmother of the Arco family looked speechlessly at her most useless grandson: "Because I always give everyone the most favorable conditions."