The stone spears weren't instant spells, but they were launched from behind the wall and out of the sight of the magic knights. The magic knights couldn't really fly. They jumped over the wall and crashed into the sharp stone spears.
The horses' armor, however, wasn't as good as theirs. The stone spears immediately pierced through their abdomens. The horses whinnied, and the magic knights who had fallen into the trap immediately slowed down their charge.
The most terrifying thing about heavy knights was their high-speed charge. Even if they didn't have any spears, they could still crush their enemies to death with their weight alone. These knights were of high quality. While their comrades in the front were hit, the ones behind had already bypassed the wall and tried to pick up speed again.
A hundred meters away, the magic knights could still move as fast as they could.
After only two waves of long-range attacks, forty of the two hundred knights had been killed. On Sarlin's side, he only released a round of arrows and a chain of spells.
Calculating the rhythm of the knights who had picked up speed again, Sarlin was already ready to attack. The knights must've stored a level-one spell on their spears. A hundred and sixty of them could flatten the camp if they released level-one spells at the same time.
However, the level-one spells that were stored and cast by magic apprentices couldn't be more than thirty meters away. Maybe only twenty meters. The Mages on the magic tanks also released Elemental Deflection, which could offset part of the damage of the level-one spells.
As the magic knights approached, Sarlin released the spells in his hands like phantoms. A series of level-one spells almost covered the empty ground in front of the camp.
It was a standard double cast. Dozens of level-one spells were released consecutively, as if they were the same spell. The two level-five Mages on the magic tanks thought Sarlin was a busybody, but they were immediately impressed by Sarlin's skills.
It wasn't difficult to release level-one spells consecutively, but Sarlin did it so perfectly that the dozens of level-one spells seemed to be one large-scale spell.
Instant Frost!
It was the middle of summer in August, but the temperature suddenly dropped, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of frost.
The magic knights were still fifty meters away, and Sarlin's Instant Frost was released thirty meters away. However, the magic knights had just raised their speed to the highest. If they stopped again, they would lose all momentum when they approached the camp.
The twenty meters were covered in an instant. The knights in the front had no choice but to lower their spears and release the level-one spell, Flame Spray.
Hundreds of lances sprayed flames at the same time, and Salin's frost was instantly broken.
Seeing this, Salin retreated. He had already triggered the enemy's level-1 spell in advance, so he didn't have to worry about the rest. No matter how fast those cavalrymen were, they couldn't break through the blockade of ten high-level swordsmen. Behind these ten senior swordsmen were four great magicians.
Salin retreated not because he was afraid of the hundred-odd cavalrymen, but because he didn't want to stand out. With his current identity, he couldn't charge everywhere, or he would be laughed at by Rex.
Jason had given him all the mages that he cared for, which meant that Salin might be involved in or even in charge of the Serg Island. If that was the case, his status wouldn't be any lower than that of a king.
Sure enough, as soon as Salin stepped back, Rex opened the window and waved at him.
"Salin, you don't have to worry about the rest. With these two cars, they can handle it."
Salin returned to the magic chariot with a smile and said, "What do you think of my magic? Can you comment on it?"
When Salin said this, he didn't feel that it was inappropriate, but Nania looked at him in a daze. Unknowingly, Salin revealed a proud expression. It was extremely solemn and not frivolous at all. It was a kind of confidence in himself, and a kind of fanaticism for magic.
"You're just missing magic strings, or you would have been a level-six mage long ago." Rex was also secretly impressed. Ever since Joey had modified Salin's body, he had truly become a magic genius.
Salin smiled. "We can't rush the magic strings."
He knew his own problem. He had twice as many magic strings as a mage of the same level, and it was already a miracle that he could advance at the same level as others. Now, he was even faster than others. If he continued to rush, he would only be asking for trouble.
"It's good that you're not in a hurry. Don't forget that you promised Master Joey to visit him in Holy Rock City."
Salin only remembered that he still owed someone a favor when Rex reminded him. Not to mention that Joey was a powerful mage who had surpassed level-nine, Salin wouldn't go back on his word even if he was an ordinary person.
A mage's words were like spilled water. They couldn't go back on their words.
Salin didn't dare to go back on his word against a monster like Joey. If he angered Joey, he would probably only be safe if he hid in Alchemy City. Alchemy City might not be willing to offend someone like Joey for his sake.
Joey might not be able to defeat Alchemy City alone, but the people of Alchemy City would have to go out, right? If they offended someone like Joey, even if Alchemy City could defend itself, it would be a huge embarrassment.
"You don't have to worry, Master Joey won't hurt you," Rex comforted Salin.
"What's there to worry about? I can't beat him anyway." Salin didn't say what he was thinking. If Joey did something bad to him, then Rex's plan would be ruined. Joey and Rex seemed to be very close. He probably wouldn't do anything that would put Rex in a difficult position.
His teacher would still help Rex for his sake. Otherwise, even if Seriger Island encountered problems in its development, he wouldn't have considered moving to the far north.
As they spoke, the battle in front had already become intense. When the hundred-odd cavalrymen reached the entrance of the camp, Grizzly Bear roared and rushed into the midst of them.
The level-one spells stored on the magic cavalrymen's weapons had already been used up by Salin's spells. Grizzly Bear swung his single-edged horse-slaying sword and slashed horizontally, cutting the first cavalryman in half at the waist. The lance, which was longer than Grizzly Bear's weapon, didn't hit him.
The cavalrymen held the middle and back of their lances, while Grizzly Bear's sword was more than three meters long. The ferocious aura of his sword caused a rain of blood to fall from the sky. Along with the cavalrymen's waists, the horses' necks were also cut off.
The sword shocked everyone present.
The cavalrymen's horses' necks were also wrapped in metal armor. Three layers of magic armor and the horses' metal armor were cut in half by Grizzly Bear's sword. Grizzly Bear seemed to be very relaxed. He stabbed his sword forward and pierced through the chest of another cavalryman.
The charging cavalrymen became his assistant. He stepped on the ground and simply advanced. Every slash of his sword took a knight's life.
The ten senior swordsmen behind Grizzly Bear followed up, ten crossbows stabbing out like venomous snakes. These ten senior swordsmen were experts in the army, and they were very skilled at dealing with cavalrymen. The crossbows first attacked the horses' legs. With a push or hook of the blade, they could cut off a horse's leg bone.
Although the cavalrymen who rolled off their horses were wearing three layers of armor, they still had the ability to stand up. But how could Zola give them such a chance?
Zola was wearing a cotton robe. He held the Tear Stain in his hand and leapt as if he was flying. Every slash of his sword pierced through the eyes of the fallen cavalrymen. The purple crystals shattered one after another. Under the Tear Stain's attacks, they were even more fragile than eggshells.
The senior swordsmen who were buffed by Herculean Strength were completely unafraid of the cavalrymen's charge. Their crossbows easily picked off the cavalrymen one after another. Zola only slashed once, never attacking a second time.
Rex laughed softly in the magic chariot. She said to Salin, "If those bandits sent light cavalrymen and harassed us with bows and arrows, it would still be troublesome. We would have no choice but to send mages. As for heavy cavalrymen, they can deal with ordinary mercenaries … "
Just as Rex said, other than the first magic attack, the mages on the other magic chariot didn't launch any more offensive spells. They only occasionally buffed the swordsmen on their side with spells that were about to dissipate.
The duration of offensive spells was very short, but the duration of defensive buffing spells completely depended on the consumption of magic strings.
A standard level-four ice patterned armor would definitely last more than half an hour. On the magic chariot, the mages could even reduce this consumption.
If they only released defensive buffing spells, these mages could almost take turns to fight without worrying about the consumption of magic strings.
The combat power of the senior swordsmen who were buffed by magic not only doubled, but also strengthened bodies and the protection of high-level magic shields. These swordsmen were exceptionally fierce. Each of them was like a violent bear, able to clash head-on with the heavy cavalrymen.
"Most armies fail because of mistakes in tactics, not because of the difference in strength. Even without the magic chariot, these two hundred cavalrymen won't cause too much trouble for us. "
Shika curled her lips. In the face of absolute power, tactics were also useless. She wasn't afraid of these cavalrymen who wore turtle shells at all. As long as she had a weapon in hand, she could smash them away with a stick.
Shika was right. Rex still had at least three people that he hadn't used yet. The two Black Iron Sword Saints and Byrne, who was hiding in the dark. If these three people fought, the two hundred magic cavalrymen would just be a pile of useless firewood.
But the equipment was very important. If Shika didn't have her unique weapon, it wouldn't be so easy. The weapons in the hands of the Black Iron Sword Saints and Byrne could also easily pierce through the magic armor.
If these two hundred cavalrymen were on the battlefield, they would be able to defeat a flag regiment. Unfortunately, in front of Rex's elites, weapons were not an advantage at all. Instead, they became their burden.
The battle in front of the camp was still going on. The cavalrymen lost their speed, and the violent bears rushed into the formation and slashed them left and right. In almost only ten minutes, the two hundred cavalrymen were reduced to a little more than forty. Although the remaining cavalrymen were indignant, they knew that the attack this time had failed. Almost all the enemies were injured, but the camp was intact. The mages inside began to release offensive spells. Every time a spell was released, one of their comrades would fall to the ground.
If they held on a little longer, some enemy soldiers would definitely be killed, but the battle was already meaningless.
"Let's go!"
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