By the time the commander of the Calamity Army realized what was going on, they were already less than two kilometers away from the Dalajan troops.
The ground rumbled.
Even the stones on the ground bounced a few centimeters into the air. It was impossible to hide from anyone.
It wasn't like there weren't any huge monsters in the Scourge. The Cave Demons that had been transformed from Spider Demons were one of them, but they were definitely not as shocked as they were now.
"No! This is not our army! "Dean Jaydin, who was commanding the army from the rear, suddenly realized what was going on.
At this moment, none of the Liches had realized what was going on.
The mist suddenly dispersed. An army in crimson armor, like a huge red dragon that had just woken up, showed its claws and teeth to the Calamity Troop.
"For the Holy Light!" The 500 Paladins of the Silver Hand led the charge.
"For the peace of the dead —" The Knights of Rotterdam waved their weapons that had been blessed with Holy Light and followed closely behind.
Even the Dalajan infantry soldiers who were fighting on the Dalajan city wall five kilometers away could clearly hear their battle cry.
The people of Dalaran were pleasantly surprised by this army that suddenly appeared behind the Calamity Army as if it was a magic trick.
"Reinforcements!?"
"Thank the heavens!"
"The people of Rotterdam are here!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
Without reinforcements, they would definitely lose.
This was an unchanging truth since the beginning of time!
Even magic communication had been cut off. Not to mention the cavalry, even the Gryphons could not fly out. Looking at the terrifying army of the dead that was like an endless ocean, any ordinary person would quickly lose their courage. If not for the hundreds of Mage Towers behind them that were constantly using Extraordinary Power to clean up the monsters, the Dalajan infantry at the front line would have long collapsed.
Without any warning, they suddenly welcomed the Scarlet Cross, one of the few powerful reinforcements on the entire continent. The morale of the Dalajan was instantly boosted.
On the highest Mage Tower, Antonidas, who was calculating his mana consumption and using it as rhythmically as possible, was also pleasantly surprised to see this scene.
What happened next made Antonidas even happier.
Under the command of the Dark Dean, the Gargoyles that were hovering in the sky and swooping down from time to time to harvest the heads of the humans on the city wall began to attack the charging cavalry.
Most of the low-level undead creatures were slow. It was impossible for the low-intelligence ghouls, zombies, and skeleton soldiers to instantly turn around and counterattack.
Using the Gargoyles' countercharge and the Cavern Demons' long-range attacks to defeat the human cavalry's charge as much as possible was the best solution that Dean Gatn could come up with.
Even a veteran general like Mograine could not help but feel his scalp go numb when he saw the Gargoyles whizzing through the sky.
Knights and cavalry did not have any anti-air capabilities.
Even a Holy Knight's long-range attacks were limited, and the distance was extremely short. Paladins could fight, tank, and heal, but they didn't have any ranged attacks. This was a natural shortcoming that couldn't be fixed.
The Rotterdam Kingdom never lacked warriors who would charge head-on into the enemy's air force, but Mograine did not want his men to waste their lives in the hands of the enemy's air force.
If the army advanced slowly, they could have the cover of the archers and mages, but they would also lose the chance to launch a surprise attack.
It was not that Mograine had never thought of leading the mages to charge on horseback.
Unfortunately, most mages did not have the ability to cast spells while moving. Low-level mages had to stop and sense the surrounding elements, and then form a resonance and connection with the Elemental Realm before slowly chanting spells …
By the time they made their move, it would be too late.
Fortunately, he had Duque on his side.
There was no one in the Alliance who had the two Metamagic Abilities [High-Speed Moving Casting] and [Super Multi-Cast] at the same time.
It was generally accepted that in the field of [Multi-Cast], even the two Breaking Dawn Archmages, Antonidas and Anastrian, had to concede defeat to Duque.
He just did not know if Duque's skills had become rusty after 10 years.
"Duque! It's all up to you! " Mograine looked at Duque who was charging with him, his eyes filled with undisguised pleading.
"Leave it to me!"
The three short words were powerful and sonorous!
For some reason, the baleful Duque today gave Mograine and Abbendis an inexplicable sense of trust and security compared to the usual Duque who always wore a gentle smile.
The wind had started blowing.
It was a strong wind that was blowing from east to west, the exact opposite of the season.
He had thought that the heavens were helping him, but two seconds later, Mograine was shocked to find that the source of the wind was actually Duque who was beside him.
Not only was there wind, but there was also fire.
The Lordaeron horse Duque was riding seemed to panic when it saw the fire beneath its feet, but the mysterious light from Duque's hand quickly calmed the horse, causing it to immediately enter a state of forgetfulness and gallop away.
So fast!
That was a speed that far surpassed that of a normal arrow!
Was that the mage's [Blazing Haste]?
How could it be so fast?!
Mograine did not know much about magic. He only knew that there was this Metamagic Ability. Of course, he did not know that after the baptism of the Storm Altar, Duque also had the power of wind and thunder.
Under the double acceleration, Duque looked like a stream of light to outsiders.
At that moment, one man and one horse, empty-handed, Duque charged into the formation of the Scourge with a crimson magic light.
In front of him, hundreds of ghouls with ruined faces and ferocious fangs surged.
On the two wings were venomous spiders thrown by the cave demons, revealing their horrifying mouthparts in midair.
In the sky were gargoyles that could easily tear a knight and his horse into pieces when they dove down with their wings tucked between their legs.
Three layers of attacks came at the same time.
No matter how brave and courageous the Holy Knights were, they were all shocked by this scene.
In the next moment, they couldn't believe their eyes.
Fire!
It was fiercer than prairie fire.
Fiercer than the fire that burned the sky.
The 1024 Hands of Magic that suddenly appeared in the void raised 1024 fireballs the size of water tanks.
Duque raised his head, emotionless. A string of familiar yet strange green words poured down from Duque's retina.
Yes, with the magic circuit transplanted, Duque straightened out his magic circuit.
This was like dredging a river with silt. Of course, using a boat to dig away the silt was a solution, but using a larger amount of water to wash away the silt could also be done, but it was more violent and faster.
Previously, when his rank temporarily fell, Duque lacked the magic power to solve the problem. Now that he had an external aid that was not much inferior to his, everything would be easily solved.
"Illucia, your gift, your love, I, Duque, have received —"
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