The attack happened suddenly, and no one could react to what kind of attack it was.
Even the experienced and knowledgeable mercenaries who had been attacked by all kinds of ferocious people (or beasts) would be dumbfounded when they were hit in the face by an explosive fireball that didn't have any magical waves. And this moment of confusion led to them losing control of the situation.
"Enemy attack!"
The mercenary leader in half-body armor roared at the top of his lungs and then activated his protective aura. His companions hesitated for less than half a second and quickly turned to the direction of the attackers. The attackers had appeared from the woods.
A mercenary leader with the rank of Knight was the first to see the attackers. He saw a few soldiers in strange light armor stepping out of the woods. Those soldiers were equipped with strange, asymmetrical large arm guards that were cumbersome and carried a marching backpack on the battlefield. They did not seem to have the slightest common sense and combat ability. He could not help but feel ridiculous. The arm guards were flashy but useless. They could only affect the balance of the body in close combat. The backpack behind them was a sign of their lack of combat experience. This kind of thing should have been taken off before the battle began!
Of course, what really made him look down on those strange soldiers was that he did not feel the slightest fluctuation of magic from them.
Ordinary people, wearing strange equipment. How could they fight against Transcendents?
But considering the two strange magical explosions before, the mercenary Knight was worried that there were spellcasters hiding in the woods. So he waved his hand and called a few of his men who were closest to him. "Charge!"
Several of his men instinctively obeyed the order and rushed to the strange enemies at the edge of the woods with swords and swords. At the same time, the other mercenaries also reacted. They let out a strange and frightening cry as they faced the attackers.
But what happened next made everyone unable to react.
Those soldiers in strange equipment raised their left arms one by one and aimed at the mercenaries who were charging at them like crossbows. Then a series of low, high-temperature beams broke through the air and the continuous burning rays pierced through every warrior who was charging at them.
Knight looked at the scene in horror, and a crazy thought flashed through his mind. Burning rays? Mages? Mages wearing plate armor and carrying long swords? A large group of mages wearing plate armor and carrying long swords?
He activated his protective aura at the fastest speed in his life. A layer of dense magic light appeared on the surface of his body. But when he thought that he could resist the low-level magic of those strange 'mages in plate armor', a series of buzzing suddenly sounded in the woods, and then a dozen red lights came at his face.
Scorching rays bombarded his body one after another. The knight's aura neutralized the first few rays of light silently, but the mercenary's heart was only filled with fear because he found that the 'mages' in plate armor did not need to pause or chant at all when casting spells. He found that the rays of light splashing out from the woods were completely continuous!
A heart-wrenching and burning pain came from his abdomen, followed by all four of his limbs being hit at the same time. This mercenary leader who had the strength of a low-level knight fell to the ground in pieces. Before his thoughts completely stopped, he only had one thought in his mind: "What a pity!"
Since when did mages become so worthless?
While the mercenaries and the leader were killed one by one by the concentrated fire of the burning rays, the half-armored mercenary leader was lucky to survive because of his leader's restraint. He did not charge with the others, so when he saw that the situation was not good, he quickly found a place to hide. He almost rolled and crawled behind the nearest big rock, but in the process, he saw a figure in a black robe standing there sluggishly.
He was one of the only two mages in the mercenary group. At this moment, he actually raised a Magic Shield and started chanting an offensive spell — Casting Shield. This was a basic and standard action that almost every battle mage would do when facing other mages. However, the mercenary leader immediately realized that this foolish battle mage was done for.
He watched as dozens of burning red rays shot at the figure in the magic robe, easily tearing the mage's magic shield and causing ripples on the mage's magic robe that had a certain degree of magic resistance. The mage in the black robe relied on the magic shield and the expensive magic robe to survive the first round of shooting, but the second round of shooting turned him into a pile of charcoal in the air.
This was not a battle at all, this was a one-sided massacre. The disparity in strength between the enemy and himself was as great as when he led his men to kill in the refugee camp.
The mercenary leader completely gave up resisting in front of this kind of power. He looked around and confirmed that he had not appeared in the enemy's sight, so he immediately moved along the haystacks and piles of corpses next to the rock, ready to escape this terrible place. But just as he moved, he felt a cold chill spread from his back to his whole body, and a cold blade was pressed against his neck.
"If I were you, I would put my hand behind my head."
Amber pressed a dagger against the back of the mercenary leader's neck and issued a powerful threat. At the same time, she had a firm thought in her mind: If this mercenary leader, who looked like he could fight, resisted even a little, she would immediately run away.
But if the other party did not resist, she would use this merit to exchange with Gwen for a roasted chicken and half a barrel of cold beer.
The mercenary leader did not resist because he now firmly believed that there were dozens of combat mages surrounding this place. Although the combat mages' style was strange, magic could not be faked, and in front of such a group of mages, no matter how strong one's martial arts were, they would still be afraid.
Gwen and Philip, who did not make a move, just watched the battle from the sidelines. They began to clean up the battlefield, while the mercenary leader stood up from behind the rock under the threat of Amber's dagger and obediently allowed himself to be controlled.
Looking at the charred corpses in front of him, Gwen remembered that just a few minutes ago, these were a group of well-equipped elite mercenaries, and there was even a Transcendent among them. He felt a sense of pride and trust in the new heat ray gun in his heart.
But at the same time, he also discovered the many shortcomings of the first generation of Enchanted Infantry in terms of experience and tactics. Many of the soldiers still had not gotten rid of the traditional way of fighting and did not know the importance of ambushing the enemy from behind cover. Some of them exposed themselves too early, some were too excited after killing the enemy for the first time and forgot the task of focusing fire assigned by the squad leader. There were even two soldiers who made mistakes in their operation and shot at the enemy for a long time without turning on the safety of their guns. It was only now that their comrades reminded them that they actually did not hit a single enemy.
Bringing thirty enchanted infantrymen to deal with the mercenaries was like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. Judging from the power of the heat-ray gun and the chaos the new equipment brought to the battlefield, Gawain reckoned that it would only take ten soldiers to finish off the mercenaries who appeared to be well-equipped but were actually a motley crew. As long as they focused their fire and used the right tactics, traditional low-level Extraordinary individuals would have a hard time retaliating against the enchanted weapons.
But it was still necessary to bring so many people. Even if each of them only fired once (two of them even watched the others fire), the soldiers still understood the characteristics and usage of the new equipment in the process of combat. At the same time, Gwen also confirmed the progress of the training and education of the soldiers. Whether it was the heat ray gun or the new soldiers, today was a very valuable practical test.
Missionary Wright also came out of the woods with the soldiers. It was the first time he saw the battle of the Cecil Combat Corps. The incredible mysterious weapons stunned the bear-like priest, but he quickly diverted his attention from the weapons that he could not understand.
Wright walked among the mercenary corpses on the ground. From time to time, he squatted down and drew the symbol of the Church of Holy Light on the forehead of the corpses. At the same time, he chanted:
"May the Holy Light purify your sinful soul."
"May the Holy Light purify your sinful soul."
"May the Holy Light purify your sinful and ugly soul."
"May the Holy Light purify your sinful, ugly, and garlic-smelling soul."
The devout believer of the Holy Light was like a qualified army priest. He used his faith to pacify the souls of the cruel and bloody mercenaries before their death to prevent dangerous evil spirits or cursed plagues from being born in this environment full of death. He prayed as he took his hand away from the head of a mercenary crossbowman who died with his eyes open. Then he walked to the next mercenary in a short gray robe and squatted down. "May the Holy Light purify your … huh? You … "
As Wright made a puzzled sound, the "corpse" in the short gray robe moved in an instant. The mage who was pretending to be dead suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were full of chaotic magic overload. A dangerous arcane missile formed in front of his chest and attacked Wright!
At such a close distance, it was impossible to use divine spells to protect himself. But Wright still raised his right hand and firmly chanted the spell of the Holy Light. "Commandment: Silence!"
A fist as big as a casserole fell from the sky. The mercenary mage who was pretending to be dead immediately fainted with blood all over his face.
To be honest, he was almost killed.
Then the missionary stood up and shouted to Gwen, "My Lord! There's a mage here who's pretending to be dead. Scared the hell out of me! "
Amber saw the whole thing. The half-elf lady exclaimed not far away, "Oh my god! You didn't kill him, did you?"
Wright said calmly, "Don't worry, he's not dead. Silence won't kill him."
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