Since I can blow up the city gate with an extremely effective fireball, why would I have to think of so many roundabout ways to break through the walls?
This was also why Mages were called the kings of war.
As long as they were strong enough, Mages could always find various ways to tear a hole in the enemy's defense line.
In small-scale scuffles, Archers and Rogues were the nemesis of Mages.
But it was unlikely that Archers and Rogues would be able to target Mages under heavy protection on the battlefield, and it would be difficult for them to bypass the army's protection net.
The stupidest and simplest way to fight Mages was to use magic-resistant building materials to build walls, but the cost was expensive and not built in non-border or strategically important cities.
Another way was to find another powerful spellcaster, or a group of spellcasters, to interfere with each other's spell effects and reduce the power of the spell after it took shape.
If you couldn't beat him, join him … This was the best way.
It was just that the problem was that spellcasters were really rare. Whether it was Warlocks or Mages, and the more powerful the Mage, the less inclined they were to meddle in worldly affairs. They preferred to stay in their Magic Towers and study magic.
And now, an Archmage had actually been born among the Golden Sons?
John Senior immediately thought of one person, Roland!
At this moment, John Junior also thought of it, and he turned his eyes to his father.
Both father and son looked fierce at the same time.
John Senior roared, "Everyone return to the city and kill all the enemies in the city first."
He was really annoyed. He had thought that the other side didn't have many troops and had dug out trenches with the idea of defending to the death.
But he didn't expect that this was just a cover, and the other side actually went around to ambush them.
This feeling of being successfully ambushed by someone he looked down on was quite irritating. John Senior also knew that he had underestimated the enemy and committed a big taboo in war.
More importantly, there was no news of Roland becoming an Archmage at all.
No wonder the city of Mory was so easily breached.
There were also many inexplicable parts of the news that came from Mory, and much of it was deliberately hidden. If he had known that Roland was an Archmage, John Senior knew that he definitely wouldn't have acted rashly.
But no matter what, he had to go back to the city first.
He looked at the broken city gate in the distance with a cold expression.
The soldiers were immediately mobilized.
They turned and began to retreat.
But at this moment, a group of bare-chested men carrying two or three stone javelins jumped out of the trench.
They let out strange cries and charged forward. Using the momentum of their charge, they threw the stone spears in their hands.
After throwing one javelin, he threw another. When he finished throwing the javelin in his hand, he immediately ran back to the trench, as if to get a new javelin.
These two hundred or so malnourished men threw out a large number of stone spears in just a few seconds.
The ones in charge of bringing up the rear were naturally the shieldbearers who had been at the frontlines not long ago. Although they had raised their shields in time, a large number of stone spears had smashed down. There were still some unlucky ones who had their heads smashed by the stone spears. Even with the protection of their iron helmets, the violent impact still made them faint.
At this moment, the archers who were originally at the rear, now considered to be at the front, reacted and wanted to release a wave of arrows, but the enemies screamed and shot into the trenches.
Although the rain of arrows was shot out, it did not seem to hit a single person.
One of the officers in charge spat angrily. "These cowardly lowlifes."
Although he had been rushing in the direction of the city gate, John Senior still took the time to look behind him.
He suddenly realized that this tactic of attacking when the enemy advanced, retreating, and harassing when the enemy retreated was very familiar.
Then when he thought about it, his face darkened a little.
They were actually using the tactic he was most proud of against him?
These damn Golden Sons.
He immediately reined in his horse and said to the officer beside him, "You take two hundred infantrymen and a hundred archers to guard those damn rats. If they come after us again, you won't be able to stay in the army again."
"Yes!"
The officer gave a knight's salute and immediately turned around with a group of soldiers.
And John Senior spurred his horse again, taking the lead and rushing to the front, followed by several young officers who were also riding horses.
The speed of the horses was naturally fast, but when they arrived at the city gate, they found that the entire tall gate had been blasted away, and there was only a gap of about a dozen meters wide in the city wall.
The stone bricks scattered all around were scorched black, still emitting smoke, and it was conceivable how powerful the magic that had just blasted down this gate was.
"How could this be!" John Junior looked at the city gate, feeling somewhat incredulous. "Why didn't we know anything about Roland becoming an Archmage, not even Aldo told us about it."
"In any case, let's go back to the castle first," John Senior said hurriedly, holding back the anger in his heart.
They continued to spur their horses forward, and shortly after they entered the city gate, there was another dazzling flash in the distance, followed by another huge explosion.
They finally calmed their frightened horses, and then saw a plume of black smoke drifting into the sky from the direction of the castle.
"Roland!" John Senior finally couldn't help but let out an angry shout.
And at the same time, right in front of the castle, Roland blew up the castle's front gate with a derivative fireball, and then he fell on his butt to the ground.
"I can't, I really can't move," Roland, whose face was frighteningly pale, said to the people next to him, "Send me to a safe place."
Two soldiers immediately came over with a simple stretcher, carried him up, and carried him quickly away from the battlefield.
Link made a gesture, and the hundred or so soldiers behind him immediately spread out and began to untie the thick hemp ropes wrapped around their bodies, tying them to the tree stumps on both sides of the road, or to the rocks that were half buried in the soil.
They then set up a small mechanism that used the principle of carrying poles, and with a little force, the hemp ropes could be pulled straight.
It didn't take long for more than twenty tripping ropes to be set up on the road.
Then another group of soldiers got some sand from the side and carefully covered the tripping ropes on the road, so that a little distance away, it was impossible to see that there was a buried rope there.
Then these people quickly hid.
And the soldiers left behind in the castle were scared out of their wits by the self-detonating magic and hid in the inner city, not daring to come out.
Soon, the heavy sound of hooves could be heard in the distance.
This was John Senior's elite cavalry, and because of the trenches, they weren't needed in this battle.
So they stayed behind in the barracks behind the castle.
Unexpectedly, two consecutive explosions broke the gate first, and then the castle seemed to be under attack.
The officer left behind was John Senior's trusted aide, and his loyalty went without saying.
He immediately brought all the cavalry to the rescue.
Roland was carried to a small forest, then he lay on the stretcher and turned on the livestream to start watching the livestream.
The idiotic friends in the livestream were showing off their "intelligence" in various ways, speaking extremely pleasantly, mixed with strange grunts.
Then Roland watched John Senior's cavalry charge over from a distance and watched the tripping ropes jump up from the mud one by one.
Watching the large-scale upheaval, the screams of the people and the neighing of the horses mixed together.
It was tragic and satisfying.
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