Chapter 346: The Battle between Wizards and Cavalry
Behind the collapsed camp gate, hundreds of Cossacks stood quietly behind a burning wooden skeleton.

The wave-like swaying firelight reflected on Nedsal's bronze face, and blue veins bulged under the matte skin.

Especially when he saw the thick smoke rising from the military grain warehouse, a murderous aura almost pressed down on the faces of all the wizards.

The sound of an eagle's cry came from the sky above Nedsal's head, and he pointed the whip in his hand at the wizards who were hurriedly forming a battle array.

"Catch the leader, don't hold back!"

A moment later, the sound of horse hooves that woke countless wizards up from their midnight dreams once again resounded through the night sky.

The black armor rubbed against the lining, and the hoarse and mocking war roars from the royal court made many soldiers on Nedsal's side change their faces.

"Hurry, use the shield formation tactics, it's too late." Mormont shouted loudly with a wooden stick, driving the wizards to the designated position like driving sheep.

"Didn't you say that Nidsal wouldn't be here tonight?"

"How should I know what's going on? Stand still."

The so-called shield formation tactics are the common tactics used by wizards to deal with cavalry charges.

The church and the nobility's rejection of wizards, apart from the fact that they broke their monopoly on the supernatural, was also important because knights and wizards could kill each other when they met.

Although a knight has high health and strong defense compared to ordinary people, he can still be hit by a fireball, lightning or acid ball. If he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured, and the injury is incurable.

When wizards faced knights, they would be knocked down with just one sword if they got close to the knights.

Based on this characteristic of wizards, the church developed knights who stacked armor and demon hunters who stacked dodge.

When facing spells, knights can rely on divine blessings to withstand them, while demon hunters can rely on potions to dodge or dispel spells.

By using these two methods to deal with spells, plus the wizard's super slow casting speed and one to two casting times a day, it is possible to quickly get close to the wizard and suppress him.

After several failures, the wizards gradually updated their playing style, quickly optimized and iterated after reviewing the game, and successfully came up with two effective tactics.

The defensive tactics mainly rely on the front-line infantry and physical wizards to form a shield wall to prevent the cavalry from charging directly at the energy wizards.

The Shaper Wizards in the back row use Frost Magic to slow down, Explosive Light Magic to stun, and then Red Dragon's Breath Fireball Magic to deal damage.

As for the offensive tactics, the wizards would rush to a distance of 20 to 30 meters with swords on their backs and staffs in hand. After using the staffs to cast spells to break the enemy formation, they would pick up the Black Snake Bay's unique serrated swords and rush into the enemy formation to kill them.

Facing the charge of the Cossack Knights, although Mormont felt genuine despair, he still began to arrange the formation according to the defensive tactics.

The offensive tactics require a sufficient number of wizards, but most of the wizards on the field are in a spell-sleeping state and cannot cast spells normally.

Mormont could only choose to defend, hold on for now, and then think of a solution.

In the chaos, the wizards quickly formed five rows.

The wizards in the first two rows stood densely, holding melee weapons, picked up shields or door panel stools, and took turns drinking several bottles of awakening potions.

Even though it only released part of the suppression, it was enough to make them use the lowest level of physical magic.

The last three rows were standing quite far apart, with a wizard proficient in transfiguration every three or four meters. The wizards on both sides even climbed onto the roof.

The fingertips of the twelve wizards flashed blue and white electric lights, or rotating fireballs, and the air was filled with a harsh buzzing sound.

However, after losing their staffs, the range of their spells dropped significantly, and they could only launch spell attacks within a range of five to ten meters.

In other words, they only have one chance.

Looking at the shield formations drawn up by the wizards, Nedsal grinned, with scarlet blood sticking to his snow-white teeth: "Ridiculous."

The sound of hooves roared as hundreds of Nicossacks formed three thick rows and were already fifty meters away from the mages.

"javelin!"

The torches flickered, and a silver-black mist suddenly rose from the charging cavalry formation.

The javelin spun at a high speed and fell into the shield wall in the blink of an eye.

These are based on the javelins thrown by knights who are practicing the Six-Stage Breathing Method. How can the impact force be small?
The needle-like spearhead pierced deeply into the wooden shield and penetrated the arm of the shield bearer, causing several blood-red gaps to appear on the originally neat shield wall.

Before the screams ended, the second wave of javelin rain came down, accurately shooting in from the gaps in the shield wall. A series of screams rang out, and streams of blood sprayed in the air. After two waves of javelins, the wizards' formation began to become chaotic.

One wizard even threw the lightning in his hand away before he even got close, and the result was that it struck the air needlessly.

What's worse, due to the interference of the flying short mark, the acid ball in his hand hit directly the back of another wizard who was resisting the line.

The man screamed in pain from the beating and fell to the ground, his spine and ribs on his back being corroded and exposed.

"Hold on, hold on! Wait until they get closer!"

Mormont paced back and forth at the rear of the formation, encouraging the wavering wizards.

"Javelin!!" This time it was not the Cossacks who were shouting, but the wizards who were shouting in despair.

The third round of javelins arrived as expected at a very close distance. The wizards watched in despair as the javelins pierced through their formation, and the originally dense formation was dispersed a lot.

This is Mormont's special attack method against wizards. He uses the arm strength brought by his supernatural powers to knock down the front row at a long distance.

Having lost the front row, the wizards' spells were completely inaccurate in the face of the high-speed moving knights, and in the end they could only watch helplessly as the Cossack Knights broke through the formation.

The horses raised their iron hooves, neighed, and stomped on the fleeing wizard's forehead.

"kill!"

After the front-line infantry was breached, everything was no longer suspenseful.

The confused wizard slaves fled in panic, and the wizards' spellcasting was interrupted and their spells were scattered everywhere.

The two wizards were squeezed too close by the cavalry. Although they immediately threw out the fireballs and lightning in their hands, they still caused a series of fire waves.

However, this wave of fire blocked the way of their own wizards.

"Sir, it seems that several wizards have escaped by climbing over the wall. Should we chase them?"

Nedsal stared in the direction of the warehouse without even turning his head. "Just find a few people to chase after them and make sure to catch the leader. Guards, come out and follow me to put out the fire."

After giving the order, Nedsal took the lead and ran towards the warehouse.

In the guest room on the second floor of Windward Castle, a large block of ice was placed in the middle of the room. An old woman was sitting on a rattan chair, her body swaying slightly.

Lying by the arched window and gazing worriedly towards the camp was the last Count of the Arco family, Domenico.

Looking at the camp with flames rising to the sky from a distance, Domenico couldn't help but turn his head and asked the old woman behind him: "Grandma, is this too much?"

The old woman was exactly seventy years old, with a head full of white hair and sagging skin on her face. She wore a thin black brocade skirt and a string of colorful beads hung around her wrinkled neck.

Judging from her kind face and simple dress, she does not look like the decisive and murderous grandmother of the Alco family, but rather like an old grandmother from a citizen's family.

She lowered her head, as if taking a nap, but her voice came out clearly: "What are you afraid of?"

Domenico, the only remaining Count of the Arco family, asked cautiously: "Lord Niedesar is so angry, he must investigate. This is not just our family that did it. If someone else..."

"We are safe because we are not the only family here." The kind old lady's words were extremely peaceful, but terribly sarcastic. "He is just a stinking vampire lackey from another place. He hangs the flag of the church and thinks he is the Pope?"

Domenico scratched his head: "Grandma, you know the morals of other families..."

"I did this because I know their character." The old grandmother yawned. "Do you know why everyone has been willing to help me all these years? I am obviously just an old woman."

"Because you are pious and prestigious?"

"What prestige do I have? I'm not a knight. Outside of Jinhe Township, who knows my name?"

"Because, because you are the leader of the knights of Kush? Ah, I see, because you have three of us brothers, three earls."

"That's half right, but who are you three? You're not even as good as that bastard named Bernardo."

"So, because you are kind?"

The grandmother of the Alco family looked at her most useless grandson speechlessly: "Because I always give everyone the most favorable conditions."

(End of this chapter)