[There's one more update, ticket … I'll post a thread to ask when everyone wants me to update every day. I've neglected this. Sorry.]
The black puppets were poisonous, but not very strong. Whether it was the Holy Water of the Vatican or the Healing Water made by the mages, they both had obvious effects.
However, the two healing liquids had a certain time limit. Normal Healing Water could be stored for 10 to 15 days, after which it would slowly lose its magic power. The Holy Water's effect was slightly longer, but it wouldn't exceed a month.
The great mage in the castle had been gone for a year, so the Healing Water he left behind had long lost its effect.
"Lord Baron, the Healing Water is more effective, but …"
Baron Cook couldn't care about anything else now. "Do you need magic cores?"
"Yes, I'm only a level-one mage. If I have magic cores to help me recover my Magic Strings, I can make a large amount of Healing Water." Salin thought, Ainphent made a lot of money by making alchemy arrowheads. This time, I have to get a few level-five magic cores to be worthy of myself.
"Alright, send ten magic cores to the mage," Baron Cook said loudly.
Salin was stunned, but then he realized that Baron Cook had probably already prepared and was just waiting for him to make a request. Salin looked at Baron Cook's angular face and knew he'd underestimated this little noble.
"Mage Salin, besides Healing Water, I also urgently need healing potions. You can use the lab as you wish. All losses will be on me. "
Salin nodded. "Send some large water jars to the lab. Don't disturb me. Just let Sid accompany me."
Soon, everything was ready. Salin closed the door of the magic lab and put the ten level-five magic cores into the Bestowal Ring. He began to make Healing Water.
Healing Water was a level-one spell. Normal mages could make 500 grams at a time. Salin's Magic String Mutation could now make four times the amount at a time. At the same time, his Magic Strings were twice as many as the other level-one mages. He was equivalent to eight level-one mages making Healing Water at the same time.
Making eight times the amount quickly, it was only right to receive a little reward. Salin was secretly pleased. Although his Magic Strings were flawed, there were benefits that others didn't have.
Salin only needed level-three magic cores to recover his Magic Strings. He continuously cast spells and made a jar full of Healing Water at once. Then, he held the magic core in his hand and began to restore the magic string.
He didn't have many Class 3 Monster Cores left. Aside from the ones he bought himself, the ones Guge had given him had all been used up. He still had a Class 5 Monster Core on hand, but it was given to him by Nelis.
It would be wasteful for a level-one magician to use a level-five magic core, so Salin had always been unwilling to use it. Even though he had a huge amount of gems, he was still living a frugal life. The shadow of childhood was not so easy to get rid of. If a person had been starving for more than ten years, they would either desperately waste money or be so stingy that it made people's hair stand on end.
Salin could cast 24 level-one spells in a row, but he stopped after creating 20 portions of Restoration Water. He left some Magic Strings for self-defense.
This was the habit of all Magicians, and Salin was not the only one who did it. Unless it was in their own Magic Tower, Magicians would rarely use up their Magic Strings.
Shika carried a full urn of Restoration Water to the door and opened it for the soldiers waiting outside to carry it away.
The leader of the soldiers guarding the door was a swordmaster under Si Jia. He was a little dissatisfied at first. Salin was only a level-one Magician, and Baron Cook was too polite. Moreover, the magic laboratory had been messed up by Salin and Ainphent. If the Great Magician came back, his days would be hard.
But seeing how Salin created the Restoration Water so quickly, the swordmaster felt that it was worth the money. He immediately ordered the soldiers to put the urn in a metal box and carry it to the sickroom to treat the poisoned soldiers.
There was a special room for treating soldiers in the castle. It was very spacious, and there were already more than a hundred soldiers lying inside. There were also more than a dozen strong slaves, who had also been poisoned by the black puppets.
The black puppets' poison usually wouldn't kill people, but it would make people feel pain. Even the most experienced soldiers couldn't bear it. Painful moans could be heard everywhere in the room. Many armies of the Fourth Dynasty collapsed because of this. The painful cries of your comrades beside you would make you lose your fighting spirit.
Many soldiers were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of endless torture.
On the castle wall, Si Jia was commanding the battle. She had repelled more than a dozen enemy attacks and was physically and mentally exhausted. Scarecrows surged forward like a tide. Their movements were clumsy, but as long as they rushed to the castle, they could jump more than ten meters high and jump onto the wall.
Crude alchemy arrows could effectively kill the black puppets. As long as they were hit by these arrows, the body of the scarecrow would explode, and the black flames would burn the scarecrow into ashes in the blink of an eye.
There were enough arrows in the castle, but not enough archers. Ordinary soldiers would be exhausted after shooting more than a dozen arrows, so even though the scarecrows were not fast, the soldiers could only shoot five rounds. There were only two hundred soldiers on the front wall, so five rounds would only be a thousand arrows.
After five rounds, the scarecrows could rush to the bottom of the wall, jump up, and fight with the soldiers. Behind the tens of thousands of scarecrows, there were more than a hundred Headless Horsemen standing in the distance, facing the castle, waiting to attack.
Si Jia wasn't worried about the black puppets. There were less than a hundred of them, and with the castle, they could completely resist them. She was worried about the more than a hundred Headless Horsemen. The combat power of the Headless Horsemen was at least equivalent to a junior swordsman, and some of them could even be comparable to a senior swordsman.
With more than a hundred Headless Horsemen, even a Bronze Sword Saint would have to flee.
The only thing they could rely on now was probably the four alchemy crossbows in the castle. At the highest point of the castle, there was a huge platform around the tower, on which there were four alchemy crossbows. The huge alchemy crossbows had a range of more than two miles, and the crossbow bolts were thick, longer than the bladed spears of the Spear Swordsmen. Even a senior magical beast would be pierced by such crossbow bolts.
Another thousand scarecrows rushed to the bottom of the wall and jumped straight up. A soldier hit the scarecrow with his shield, knocking down the first scarecrow on the wall. He was good at martial arts, and at the same time, the broken sword in his hand cut off the head of another scarecrow.
His two companions used their bladed spears to pick up the scarecrows on both sides and pulled him back to the team. The soldier's face was ferocious, and all his fear turned into combat power. He threw the broken sword and stabbed a scarecrow, then took the bladed spear handed to him by his companion and rushed up again.
The scarecrow that had its head cut off sprayed dirty black blood from its neck. The smell of the blood was like eggs that had been left out for dozens of days, and it also had a hint of sulfur smell. The strong servants behind the team of soldiers were also given weapons and armor. They used four-meter-long bamboo spears to pick up the headless scarecrows off the wall, for fear that the black puppets would resurrect.
A few soldiers were killed by the black puppets that had lost their heads. The black puppets' resurrection was completely irregular. After fighting for so long, whether it was the soldiers or the servants, they were already a little numb. The initial fear had turned into hatred for these scarecrows.
The fighting power of the regular army of the Qinyin Empire was very strong, but there were too many enemies. Si Jia looked at the Headless Horsemen in the distance worriedly, and did not give the order to use the alchemy crossbows to kill them.
These Headless Horsemen were less than two miles away, just within the range of the alchemy crossbows. But there were only twenty-four special crossbows, and Si Jia was afraid that after using them, the black magician would send out the abomination dragon.
Si Jia had never seen an abomination dragon, but she knew that it was a powerful weapon for attacking the city. Without the alchemy crossbows, the abomination dragon would break through the city gate, and then the Headless Horsemen would be able to kill their way in. These hundreds of soldiers were no match for the Headless Horsemen.
The sun gradually sank in the west. The battle had been going on for a whole day, and although the soldiers took turns to fight, they were all exhausted. Half of the scarecrows had been eliminated, but there were still forty to fifty thousand standing outside the city wall.
The black puppets did not know fatigue, but the humans needed rest. They had already lost nearly a hundred soldiers, and holes began to appear in the defense. Si Jia had no choice but to adjust her tactics, and let the soldiers fight in two rounds. This way, the soldiers would have less time to rest.
If only there were necromancers, they could summon skeleton soldiers, and then they could resist the huge number of black puppets. Si Jia and her two subordinates stood in the most open area of the city wall, looking outside the city, their hearts indescribably irritated. If only the great magician was here. The low-level fireball was just the right weapon to restrain the scarecrows. That damned great magician actually went to Sun City. If they survived this time, they must report to His Majesty the Emperor.
Back then, Emperor Qin Yin had sent two necromancers to participate in the extermination of black magicians in the Phoenix area, and the results were remarkable. Unfortunately, necromancy was extremely difficult to cultivate, and it was also discriminated against by ordinary people. Very few people were willing to choose this kind of magic.
This wave of attacks was finally stopped. The sky was getting darker, but the abomination dragon still did not appear. Si Jia said in a low voice, "White Sands, let the first cavalry get ready. The defense will be harder at night."
White Sands was the number one swordsman under Si Jia, and he took the order. Not long after, ten fully armored cavalrymen climbed the city wall along the horse path. These were ten heavy cavalrymen, and their armor weighed more than fifty kilograms. Their tall warhorses were also fully equipped, and even if they charged in a rain of arrows, it would be difficult for them to be injured.
The city wall was more than five meters wide, and the heavy cavalrymen held axes and halberds, standing on both sides of the wall. Weapons like axes and halberds had very wide blades, and were much heavier than swords and spears. Even if there was only one heavy cavalryman, his charge could knock dozens of black puppets off the wall. Originally, these few heavy cavalrymen were used to deal with the Headless Horsemen, but now Si Jia had no other choice. Night was about to fall, and it was impossible to rely on these infantrymen to defend the city wall.
Once the city wall was breached, the scarecrows would be able to kill everyone in the castle without the Headless Horsemen making a move.
"Lord Baron, why are you up here again!" Si Jia said anxiously when she saw Baron Cook in full armor and walking up the city wall with a heavy sword in his hand.
"Go and rest for a while, Si Jia."
"Baron!"
"Let me stay with the soldiers," Baron Cook said calmly.
This was the famous saying of Emperor Qin Yin, who had founded the kingdom. Si Jia hesitated for a moment, but when she saw the excited expressions on the soldiers' faces, she knew that she could not continue to stop Baron Cook, or else the morale that she had worked so hard to raise would dissipate.
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