Chapter 735 The Mage Rushes Into the Formation

By the time the commander of the Scourge discovered it, the other party was less than two kilometers away from the Scourge's troops besieging Dalaran.

The ground roared.

That kind of huge vibration that can even bounce stones on the ground several centimeters high can't be hidden from anyone.

It is not that there are no huge monsters in the Scourge. The cave demon transformed from the spider demon is one of them, but there is absolutely no such frequent shock.

"No! This is not our army!" Dark Dean Jiading, who was commanding the army from behind, suddenly woke up.

At this time, no lich had realized what was going on.

The fog suddenly dispersed, and an army wearing crimson armor, like a giant red dragon that had awakened, showed its claws towards the Scourge.

"For the Holy Light!" Leading the charge were five hundred Holy Knights of the Silver Hand.

"For the rest of the dead -" The knights of Lordaeron followed closely, waving weapons blessed by the Holy Light.

The loud slogans could be clearly heard even by the soldiers of the Dalaran Infantry Regiment who were fighting on the walls of Dalaran five kilometers away.

The people of Dalaran were pleasantly surprised by the sudden appearance of this army behind the Scourge as if by magic.

"Reinforcements!?"

"Thank God!"

"The people from Lordaeron are here!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

Without reinforcements, we will lose if we defend for a long time.

This has been an eternal truth!

With even the magical transmission cut off, not to mention the cavalry, even the griffins can't fly out. Looking at the terrifying army of the dead that looks like an endless ocean, any ordinary person will quickly lose courage. If there weren't hundreds of mage towers behind them that kept cleaning out these monsters with extraordinary power, the Dalaran infantry on the front line would have collapsed long ago.

Without any warning, the Scarlet Cross Legion, one of the few strong reinforcements on the entire continent, suddenly ushered in, and the morale of the Dalaran people was greatly boosted.

On the tallest mage tower, Antonidas, who was struggling to calculate the magic power consumption and use magic power as rhythmically as possible, also watched this scene with great surprise.

The next scene made Antonidas even more happy.

The gargoyles that kept wandering in the sky and swooped down on the city walls from time to time to harvest human heads, under the command of Dark Dean Gardin, began to kill the charging cavalry in turn.

Most low-level undead creatures are slow, and it is impossible for ghouls, zombies, and skeletons with low IQs to instantly turn around and counterattack.

Using the gargoyle countercharge and the cave demon's long-range attack to defeat the human cavalry charge as much as possible is the best way Dean Gardin can think of.

Seeing those gargoyles roaring from the sky, even veteran generals like Mograine could not help but feel numb.

Knights and cavalry do not have any anti-air capabilities.

Even the Paladin's long-range attack methods are very limited, and the distance is extremely short. The Paladin can fight, endure, and increase blood, but it has no long-range attacks. This natural shortcoming cannot be solved by tomorrow.

Lordaeron never lacks warriors who charge forward to the spear formation, but Mograine does not want the good boys under his command to waste their lives in the hands of the opponent's air force.

If the army advances slowly, it can certainly be covered by the archer group and the mage group, but the opportunity for a surprise attack will also be lost.

It's not like Mograine never thought of leading the mage group to charge on horseback.

Unfortunately, most mages simply don't have the ability to move and cast spells. A low-level mage must stop, sense the elements around him, and then gain resonance and contact with the elemental world before chanting the incantation slowly...

By the time they take action, the day lily will be cold.

Fortunately, I still have Duke on my side.

He is the only one in the alliance who possesses two super-magic specialties: [High-speed Movement Casting] and [Super Multi-casting].

It is generally accepted that in the field of [Multiple Casting], even the two Sun Archmages, Antonidas and Anastrian, are inferior to Duke.

I just don’t know if Duke’s skills have become rusty after ten years.

"Duke! It's all up to you!" Mograine looked at Duke, who was charging with him on horseback, with unabashed pleading in his eyes.

"give it to me!"

Just three words, sonorous and powerful!

And Duke, who was full of evil spirits today, for some reason, gave Mograine and Abbendis an inexplicable sense of security and trust than the Duke who always had a gentle smile.

The wind started blowing at some point.

This is a strong wind from east to west that is completely opposite to this season.

At first he thought it was God who was helping him, but two seconds later Mograine was shocked to discover that the source of the wind was actually Duke beside him.

Not only is there wind, but there is also fire.

The Lordaeron horse Duke was riding seemed a little frightened when he saw the fire under his feet. However, the mysterious light emanating from Duke's hands quickly calmed the horse and made it immediately enter a state of selflessness. The hooves ran wildly.

So fast!

That is far faster than ordinary arrows!

Is that the mage's [Fire Haste]?

How could it be so fast! ?

Mograine didn't know much about magic, he only knew about this metamagic specialty. Of course he couldn't know that Duke had been baptized by the Storm Altar and still possessed the power of wind and thunder.

Under the double acceleration, Duke almost disappeared in the eyes of outsiders.

At that moment, Duke, one man and one horse, with empty hands, rushed into the formation of the Scourge with a crimson magic light.

From the front, hundreds of ghouls with disfigured faces and ferocious fangs swarmed in.

On both wings were venomous spiders thrown by cave-dwelling demons, showing their terrifying mouthparts in mid-air.

In the sky, there is a gargoyle that enters a dive state with its wings clamped and can easily tear a knight and his horse into pieces.

Attacks from high, middle and low levels hit simultaneously.

Even the paladin, no matter how big his heart, no matter how courageous he is, looked shocked when he saw this scene.

The next moment, they couldn't believe their eyes.

fire!

More intense than a prairie fire.

Stronger than the fire that burns the sky.

One thousand and twenty-four mage hands suddenly appeared from the void, raising one thousand and twenty-four fireballs the size of water tanks.

Duke looked up, neither sad nor happy, and a string of familiar yet unfamiliar green subtitles poured down from Duke's retinas.

Yes, relying on the transplanted magic circuit, Duke reorganized his own magic circuit.

This is like dredging a river with silt. Using a boat to dig away the silt is certainly a method, but using a larger amount of water to wash away the silt can also be used, but it is more violent and faster.

Having temporarily fallen in rank before, Duke lacked the magic power to solve the problem. When you have a foreign aid that is not inferior to him, everything will be easily solved.

"Ilucia, your gift, your love, I, Duke, have received it——"