Apart from the basic defensive strength, Kevin was especially concerned about the strength of the Fallen Acolytes.
According to past practice, there would be at least two or three Quasi Sorcerers among the six Fallen Acolytes, while the rest were all high-level Acolytes. However, today was a little strange. There was only one Quasi Sorcerer among the six Fallen Acolytes, which confused Kevin.
The situation of the Fallen Acolytes was completely different from that of the orthodox Magus Tower. The number of acolytes in an orthodox Magus Tower was like a pyramid. In order to nurture a Quasi Sorcerer, they needed at least five or ten high-level Acolytes as backup. In order to nurture a high-level Acolyte, they also needed five or ten intermediate Acolytes as backup, and so on.
It was by relying on the accumulation of numbers and resources that the Magus Tower was able to discover elite acolytes with astonishing potential and talent from hundreds or thousands of beginner acolytes, and then nurture them.
However, the structure of the Fallen Acolytes, who were hiding underground, was completely different.
In the Fallen Acolytes' camp, there were almost no beginner or intermediate acolytes. In their eyes, there was no need for trash to exist. All the resources had to be concentrated in the hands of acolytes with potential and strength. Therefore, under this cruel law of the Black Forest, the ratio of Quasi Sorcerers among the Fallen Acolytes was extremely high. Sometimes, it could even reach a ratio of one to one with high-level Acolytes!
This was also what gave the elite acolytes in the training camp the most headaches!
If both sides met and the number of Quasi Sorcerers was equal, they could still fight. However, if they did not have enough Quasi Sorcerers, the battle would most likely end in a one-sided defeat. After all, a Quasi Sorcerer without an opponent of the same rank was the difference between a wolf and a goat. No matter how well-equipped the goat was, and how many times its opponent, it would still be powerless against an unscrupulous wolf.
However, who would have thought that there was only one Quasi Sorcerer among the six Fallen Acolytes in Mine Number 7? This ratio was obviously lower than the norm. On the other hand, there were two Quasi Sorcerers among the six members in Kevin's team, and the rest were all powerful high-level Acolytes.
This kind of strength was enough to crush the opponent!
As for the 17 underground mercenaries, apart from a few strong fellows, the rest were almost ignored by the acolytes. If a battle between apprentices really broke out, no matter how many of them there were, they would be nothing more than rotten meat sent to their deaths.
According to Grim's plan, in a battle where his side had the upper hand, they would definitely use bait, ambush, assassination, and all sorts of tricks. But when the battle really started, he was dumbfounded.
So this was how the underground battle was carried out!
Without concealing their superior strength, Kevin led his 5 teammates, Grim and Mary to quickly occupy the entrance of Mine No. 7. Then, he threw two elemental fireballs to intimidate them, and the opposing defenders swarmed out of the mine.
This was a natural karst cave the size of three football fields. It was a perfect battlefield for both sides to fight.
It could be seen that this place had been through many trials. Collapsed stalagmites and stalactites were strewn all over the place, broken rock walls covered in scorched or black stripes, and the stone floor was covered in mottled bloodstains that had not been cleaned for years.
At the two ends of the cave, the two factions quickly lined up and faced each other with 200 meters between them.
Of course, the ones in front were the underground mercenaries.
The mercenaries had incomplete equipment, and most of them could not even gather a set of leather armour. They walked into the battlefield in ragged clothes. The 17 mercenaries included 3 Gnoll Assassins, 2 Lizardman Beast Tamers, 1 Spirit Catcher and 11 Werewolf Warriors.
Apart from the three Gnoll Assassins and the Spirit Catcher that he needed to pay some attention to, the rest of them were just meat dishes that attracted the enemy's attention on the battlefield.
The fallen Quasi Sorcerer hiding at the back of the team was a middle-aged man with a dark and thin face. When he saw the two surface Quasi Sorcerers in the opposing team, his face turned so gloomy that black water could be squeezed out.
Damn it, damn it, damn it … That bastard Felix said that it would not be a problem for him to leave for a day or two. How did they seal off the passage to the upper level and let such a powerful team pass through? Felix, you bastard! If this garrison mission fails, you'll have to bear all the responsibility!
He roared madly in his heart, but on the surface, this fallen Quasi Sorcerer was still calm and composed as he began to issue battle orders.
Colorful elemental shields began to rise on the bodies of the sorcerer-apprentices. Bright red flame shields, crackling lightning shields, pink smoke suddenly pervading the air, ice crystal armors that attacked people with chilling air, and thorny armor that stood tall and upright with a green aura …
In the blink of an eye, all the Sorcerer-Apprentices had wrapped their bodies in different colors, shapes, and effects of elemental protection.
Of course, this was only a benefit for the Sorcerer-Apprentices. The mercenaries who were used as meat shields did not enjoy this benefit.
Unknowingly, the 3 Gnoll Assassins in the enemy team had already disappeared. Meanwhile, the 2 Lizardman Summoners loudly chanted in the Lizardman language that was difficult to understand. Very quickly, they summoned 4 tall Petrified Lizards in front of them. 11 Werewolf Warriors wore tattered leather armor. They held a flail or a thick wooden stick in one hand and a simple wooden shield in the other. They shouted loudly as they rushed over.
Behind them, after the fallen Sorcerer-Apprentices completed their individual defense, they hurriedly chanted loudly again. This time, they were chanting the incantation of an offensive spell.
"Grimm, I'll leave these small fries to you!" Although Kevin was a high-level Sorcerer Apprentice who was more inclined towards close-range attacks, after loudly ordering Grimm, he still chose to fight back with long-range spells with his companions.
Ever since Mary mutated into a vampire, she seemed to have forgotten all her previous spells. Currently, she only had some passive racial talents. Therefore, facing this kind of battle, her figure flashed and disappeared into the shadows around her, disappearing without a trace.
More than 10 colorful offensive spells crisscrossed in the air above the cave. Some intercepted, some collided, and some stirred up a splendid sea of elements. The violent and completely irregular elemental explosions swept through the center of the battlefield, and also involved the charging Werewolf team.
Of the 11 Werewolf Warriors, less than half were lucky enough to pass through the death zone. Even the remaining five were riddled with wounds and were still in a state of shock. Unfortunately, before they could regroup and form a formation again, a gigantic creature suddenly appeared in front of them.
The Earth Spears and a large area of Earth Spear Spikes were shot out, and they were all wiped out in one fell swoop. The weakness of ordinary underground creatures in the face of witchcraft users was evident from this.
Grimm rode on the Magic Crocodile, but did not order it to charge forward.
The fallen Sorcerers were in a neat formation. If he recklessly charged forward, they would only need one volley to blast him and the Magic Crocodile into pieces.
Grimm finally understood. No wonder both sides needed to form such a neat formation that resembled the armies of a human kingdom. The fundamental reason was the terrifying offensive power of Elemental Sorcery. Although those Quasi Sorcerers were all high and mighty, and in small scale battles, they would often beat two or three high-level Sorcerers to the point of wetting their pants and running away. However, in this kind of situation, no matter how arrogant and conceited they were, they did not dare to charge into the enemy's formation.
Most of the individual defensive spells of Quasi Sorcerers had a base defense of 80-100 points. This kind of defense could be broken by a volley of spells from three high-level Sorcerers. Therefore, before they advanced to become Sorcerers, they did not dare to take the risk before their bodies could withstand a small volley of spells.
Therefore, even though Kevin's side had the advantage in numbers, he still chose the safest oppressive tactic. He used his side's superior Sorcery power to directly crush the enemy's team.
After just two rounds of attacks, the difference in Sorcery power between the two sides became obvious. Although many spells were intercepted and countered, the number of spells on Kevin's side that fell into the enemy's formation was obviously higher.
Amidst the dazzling and explosive waves of spells, the fallen Sorcerers' team began to panic.
Most of the external defenses of the fallen Sorcerers had dimmed, and a few of them had even been injured. On the other hand, Kevin's team was still in a neat formation, fully equipped with defense.
Grimm was high up on the demon crocodile, allowing the native hunters to continuously throw earth spears at the slowly climbing Petrified Lizards. He also followed Kevin's instructions and contributed a Flame Spear, causing a high-level Sorcerer in the enemy's team to wail like a wolf.
He stood high and could see far. He had a comprehensive view of the whole situation and soon discovered Mary's whereabouts.
At the edge of the battlefield, a muffled groan was suddenly heard from the shadows.
Immediately after, the hazy and illusory figure of a Gnoll Assassin suddenly appeared. It covered its throat with its hand and staggered a few steps before falling to its knees. Blood gushed out from the gaps between its fingers, and it could not stop it no matter how hard it tried.
Just as it was about to die, the sound of metal clashing suddenly came from the shadows nearby. Soon, another Gnoll Assassin was forced out of the shadows. Its eyes had been stabbed, and its body was covered with terrifying claw marks of varying depths. It waved its dagger wildly in the air, shouting loudly. Unfortunately, it could no longer see any enemies.
When the blood in its body was almost completely drained, it let out a low hiss and fell to the ground.
The death of two of its companions finally frightened the third person. The last Gnoll Assassin suddenly appeared, turned around, and ran away as fast as it could. Unfortunately, before it could run more than ten meters, a dazzling red light flashed, and its head flew into the sky. The headless body ran a few more steps before falling to the ground.
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