Chapter 345: The Battle between Wizards and Infantrymen
"Wake up, wake up!" The sleeping warehouse guard raised his head, and a clear shout came from outside the wooden wall, "There's a fire, go put it out!"

The loud explosion and the smell of fireworks suddenly woke the guard guarding the warehouse. He looked out the window.

The thick smoke billowing from the narrow opening and the choking smoky smell in the air all indicated a sudden fire.

The guard immediately jumped up from his chair. You know, his companions had all gone to the wild bathhouse to "take a bath", and he didn't have enough people to put out the fire!
If the fire burns the military rations, it will be the end! There won’t be enough heads to chop off!

"Here we go, here we go, put out the fire!"

The guard hurriedly carried the bucket of water, with his helmet tilted on his head, and rushed out of the door with a bang: "A few more people, call a few more people... Hmm?"

"Huh?" He looked blankly at the dark barracks tent in front of him. There were only a few pieces of firewood burning on the ground, and the fire did not spread to him at all.

In a daze, he caught a flash of cold light in the corner, and then saw Mormont rushing towards him with a ferocious face.

"Eh--"

He threw out the barrel to block the blow, but Mormont knocked it away with a blow of his fist, and hurled his dagger as the guard turned to flee.

The dagger pierced into the guard's vest more than an inch deep.

He jerked forward in pain and reached for the dagger behind him, but Mormont had already pounced on him, grabbed the dagger and stabbed him hard.

"Ah - get away, you devil!" the guard cried, struggling violently, blood spurting into Mormont's face.

But the more he struggled, the more blood he lost.

The guard guarding the warehouse became completely motionless as the blood stained his chest and the guard's vest.

After confirming that several guards nearby were dead, several fellow wizards quickly rushed into the warehouse.

Panting, Mormont stood by the door: "Search carefully, don't miss any corner."

A moment later, a Black Snake Bay wizard came out holding a large open box.

The box was divided by wooden boards and cushioned with rice straw and sawdust. The twenty-four bottles of medicine emitted a bright green light.

"There really is a potion for awakening mana." Mormont looked at the potion, rubbing his head and muttering to himself.

When the knight prepares the mana sleeping potion for them, he will not prepare the awakening potion.

Mormont thought of the men in black who came to see him three days ago, and he really couldn't understand how they managed to put a box of potions in the warehouse.
But now is not the time to think about this.

"Those who can cast energy spells, drink first. According to the plan, we should go to the camp gate."

As he spoke, Mormont grabbed the bottle in the box, twisted the cap open, tilted his head back and poured the green potion into his mouth.

The cold liquid stung his throat and flowed from his esophagus into his stomach. About a minute later, the muscles in his cheeks began to tremble as if he was enduring some pain.

When Mormont opened his eyes again, the world seemed a little clearer.

It was very painful after drinking it, but after finishing it, he felt a kind of joy as if he had a good harvest.

"How is it? Has your magic power been restored?" Mormont asked several wizards around him.

They looked at each other, and saw the joy of a good harvest in each other's eyes: "Recovered."

Mormont raised his head and looked into the distance. Deafening shouts of killing were coming from the direction of the camp gate.

"Come on, let's go there."

"What about this warehouse?"

Mormont remembered what the man in black had said. After hesitating for a moment, he still followed the instructions and left two people behind: "Set fire to the camp and burn all the food supplies. The rest of you, follow me to the camp gate."

As the fire continued to spread and the officer on duty was absent, the entire camp fell into chaos.

The first thing to pass by was the soldiers' tents. The tents collapsed and flames burned. The soldiers fled in all directions or tried to put out the fire.

"What are you doing? Don't run around!" The guard noticed Mormont and pointed at him and shouted, blocking his way.

Without saying a word, Mormont drew his sword and struck him down on the head.

As we got closer to the camp gate, there were more and more soldiers, and wizard slaves and prisoners of war fighting with soldiers could be seen everywhere.

Unlike most people's impressions of wizards, these wizards of Black Snake Bay wield their swords with both hands, and the blades collided with each other, making crisp metal collision sounds.

Mormont did not stop. He rushed into the battle circle and kicked the guard in the chest, forcing the guard to take two steps back. Before he could stand firm, he saw a wizard stretching out his hands towards him.

The bodies of the seven or eight guards blocking the road suddenly stiffened, and a layer of light white frost suddenly rose on their bodies.

A burly wizard swung his axe and three heads flew up, but the blood just bubbled due to the cold and did not spurt out.

"Don't use frost magic in summer!" Mormont scolded the man, "Save your magic, we need to open the camp gate later."

Brandishing the swords taken from the monks, Mormont and his party walked along the way, collecting lone wizards along the way, and actually fought their way to the camp gate. At this moment, in front of the camp gate, there were more than a hundred wizards fighting with the guards, and there were also a steady stream of guards at the gate providing support.

The ragged wizard swung his sword hard and cut a soldier's shield, but before he could attack, another guard soldier holding a spear instantly pierced the wizard's waist and abdomen.

Blood and sweat roamed among the fire and sword light, and everywhere were wizard slaves and guards fighting in groups or pairs.

As soldiers arrived to support them, they gradually gained the upper hand over the wizards.

We must end this battle quickly, Mormont frowned.

"Talorin! Balinba! Kulu!" Mormont ordered immediately. "Fireball!"

The three wizards immediately dispersed, one stood next to Mormont, and the other two stood far away on the left and right.

This is to prevent interference when casting spells.

Their bodies were shaking, their eyes were rolled back, they were mumbling incomprehensible words, and their hands were moving back and forth relative to each other.

As if they had lit an invisible match in their palms, flames leaped between their fingers.

The flames entangled with each other like a weave, and within three minutes, three dazzling fireballs appeared.

"Go to hell, you knight of the name card!"

Three fireballs were thrown out instantly, drawing a blazing arc of light. Two of them hit the camp gate, and the exploding flames immediately engulfed the camp gate. The raging heat wave made the surrounding guards change their expressions.

Another one just landed on a tent nearby, and the flame exploded, and with a crackling sound, it set all three surrounding tents on fire.

"You three guys threw it crookedly!" The wizard who was fighting in the front was so angry that his nose was crooked. While shouting, he smeared a mouthful of thick phlegm on the eyes of the guard in front of him.

White smoke came out from around his eyes, and the guard covered his face, howling in pain.

"Stop barking, dog! I'll take a break and then continue." Although it was just one fireball, the three wizards seemed to have been drained of all their strength and could not even stand steadily.

Not only the wizards but also the guards could not stand steadily.

They stared blankly at the blazing flames, then looked again at the ragged wizards, and once again remembered the horror of being manipulated by magic on the battlefield.

"Witchcraft! Magic!"

"Oh, devil, it's the devil showing up."

Seeing the enemy's formation in chaos, Mormont, who had spent a long time preparing by casting spells, took action: "Disperse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wizards in the front row immediately dispersed backwards and to the left and right.

He raised his hands high, and the fireball between his hands was bigger than those of the previous three people, and the flames were more intense.

With both hands suddenly pushed out, a fireball with blazing flames flew towards the soldiers guarding the camp gate.

After drawing a brilliant arc of light in the air, the fireball hit the target accurately.

The burst of flames instantly ignited a dozen people nearby.

The guards screamed and ran away as their clothes were engulfed in flames, rolling on the ground in pain and slapping the flames off their bodies.

"Help me, help me!"

"It's the devil's power and the devil's pace!"

"The camp gate has collapsed, look over there!"

As if it weren't raining, the camp gate creaked in the flames and turned into dry black wood that fell to the ground.

Seeing the camp gate collapse, the wizards cheered, but the guards lost all fighting spirit and fled in all directions.

The wizards in the front row immediately ran forward. Freedom was just around the corner!

The wizards strode forward, running towards the long-lost freedom, but soon, their speed became slower and slower, and they even stopped altogether.

The wizards stood where they were, looking ahead in uncertainty.

Mormont's breathing quickened, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

In the dust raised by the collapsed camp gate, he saw a familiar shadow.

"what happened?"

Mormont ignored him and just looked straight ahead: "Nedsall? When did he come back?"

(End of this chapter)