Chapter 650 Chapter 652. Battle of Sodden Mountain
This hilltop, called Umbrella Mountain by the locals, has never been visited by so many people as it is today.
More than 30,000 Nilfgaardian troops were defeated and were driven over like cattle by the Northern Allied Forces.
If it were just to drive them away, then these soldiers who had been beaten to the point of losing their souls last night would not be able to react at all, and would just follow the large army aimlessly.
But when the northerners put up an encirclent posture, Nilfgaard's defeated troops suddenly beca excited, like a dynamite barrel after being lit!
After all, they are still well-trained professional soldiers. Nilfgaard's invincible army also has soldiers whose quality far exceeds the average of soldiers from other countries.
So they reacted imdiately: the northerners didnt want them to leave!
We still have weapons! We still have armor and horses! Charge out! We want to return to Sintra!
At first it was just a cry among the chaotic army, but soon, the cry spread.
So at the top and foot of this small hill, the **** killings started again.
People want to live and live safely.
The Nilfgaardians therefore wanted to return to their occupied territory, and at this mont, even though they had been frightened insane by the battle and defeat last night, they still roared hysterically and drew their weapons.
There was no structure or command, but they were forced into a desperate situation and still showed their last courage.
Although the northerners have establishnt, support, organization, and command, there are simply too many people on the other side.
Only within a radius of three kiloters, the Nilfgaardians actually have the nurical advantage now.
Because the Northern Allied Forces were the victors of the battle, they had to ensure the smooth flow and safety of their own material channels, take care of the wounded, and clean up the battlefield.
These manpower were spread across the entire battlefield, and the Nilfgaardians, as broken soldiers bent on escaping, did not have to worry about anything.
The **** charge and interception began.
On this hilltop, countless people began to fight, and blood flowed down the hill, almost becoming a stream.
The war horse neighed and tried to break through the defense line, but was directly stabbed in the chest in front of the spear formation of the halberdiers, and fell to the ground wailing.
Because the Nilfgaardians were eager to escape, the breakout and interception reached the highest intensity in an instant!
The Nilfgaardian army had never experienced such a rout, and therefore had no experience.
This subject is not even included in daily training. In the long-term military culture, Nilfgaardian non-commissioned officers who want to train to regroup after a collapse are called "cowards" and ridiculed.
This army is too proud.
At the top of the hill, bursts of thunderous chants sounded. These llow and secret chants even overwheld the screams and wails of human beings before they died.
Arzus thunderbolt technique!
A female voice that had an echo effect due to the magic of chaos resounded through the sky.
Golden thunder and lightning flew wildly in the unusually low clouds, and then fell from the sky. Like life-threatening chains, they were connected and glowing among the black armored people, and brought painful wails.
The gathered crowd is indeed very suitable for the warlock to perform. This spell directly cleared a mountainous area on the hill!
At least 300 people!
If in other scenarios, three hundred well-ard and experienced veterans face a warlock who can release [Arzu Thunder Technique], it is estimated that they can chop off the head of this warlock at the cost of less than forty casualties.
And this is just a spell cast by a warlock.
"Triss, don't just use powerful spells! Your magic will be too much!"
Yennefer of Vengerberg is Trisss friend since she was in the academy. She has **** waves, violet eyes, and the delicate face and delicate skin that sorceresses always have.
Its just that her black and white clothes make people think she is from Nilfgaard at first glance.
But we must reduce their numbers as soon as possible! Otherwise the defense line will not be able to hold up!
Triss responded loudly to Yennefer, her originally tied burgundy hair falling down due to fatigue and anxiety.
Speaking, Triss started a new round of chanting.
Powerful flas began to appear on her hands.
Yennefer cursed: "Damn it! Damn it! Take it easy! Be careful of losing control of your magic power!"
After saying that, she also started to cast her own spell. The cold white force field light gathered on her chest, complenting the star pendant hanging on her neck.
A powerful shock wave swept across a large area, and the Nilfgaardians rolled down the hillside wearing their strong armor.
Judging from their self-respect, by the ti they rolled to a stop, most of the flesh in their armor would have turned into a puddle."Tisaya, help Triss! She is showing off!"
Yennefer used telepathy to shout to Tisaya on the other side of the mountain. The actual distance between them is not close, but fortunately the control range of the spell can take into account both.
Dont make any noise! Im doing it!
Tisayas response was a bit exasperated, which was far different from Yennefers mory of her mannerisms.
But now in the anxious and terrifying battlefield, Yennefer did not notice this abnormality at all.
There are twenty-three sorcerers summoned by Vilgefortz in total.
They usually hang out at the feasting royal receptions, or imrse themselves in their own laboratories and indulge in research.
Every person is a model of a sorcerer.
Rational, clear logic, noble and wealthy, and powerful.
At this mont, the murderous atmosphere of the battlefield is infecting the minds of everyone in this Shura field.
On the battlefield, all the plans and scenarios envisioned by the smart minds of these spellcasters turned into blanks.
The fierceness of the battle and the cruelty of the fighting were far beyond the imagination of these noble n and researchers.
So when she first ca on stage, Triss was the fastest and best perforr.
This red-haired beauty with a sweet voice is actually stronger and more determined than anyone else in her heart.
These warlocks are doing a great job!
In the command post, Foltest put down the monocular and said excitedly.
Nilfgaards numbers are being greatly reduced, and the pressure on the defense lines is being relieved!
But misfortune is like an eagle, hovering overhead for a long ti and only descending when the ti is right.
The first person to have an unexpected incident was Fanel of Brugge.
This sorceress has a graceful figure and a beautiful face. She was once used by Margarita to tease Lan En.
But she was obviously frightened by the Shura field she was in, and her fear turned into a hysterical release of magic.
This is always the case when people are frightened. Those who have no strength turn around and run away.
People who are confident in their own strength will use too much force in a panic.
Chaos magic that was so intense that it was beyond her control was gathered by her, causing her nose and eyes to bleed.
The spell was not completely compiled, it just spilled out a shapeless piece of magic fla.
Just because there is too much magic power, the wave of flas appears very wide.
However, this magical fla only flashed out for a fleeting mont. It was not sustainable at all and had no lethality.
Instead, the ordinary troops who were guarding her were so startled that they spread wide open.
Chaos magic is energy that makes most living things feel uncomfortable and frightened, because this energy, like nuclear radiation, can induce normal creatures to mutate and deform.
The general knowledge level of the northern army is not high, and many people still have superstitious habits. Witches are believed to be a symbol of impurity and bad luck.
Let the wizard they protect throw the spell far away, and they can still withstand the psychological pressure.
But Faniels magical flas had all rubbed off their helts, and panic was inevitable.
At the mont when the formation was loose, a flying arrow flew silently in the wind, and no one noticed it in the chaos of the army.
After the soldiers regrouped, they discovered that the beautiful sorceress was dead.
A cold arrow penetrated the sorceress's lungs, and now the blood foam she spits out is oxygen-rich pink.
This is the first northern warlock to die in Umbrella Mountain.
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