Mage Veigar

Chapter 211: War Camps
Soldiers are valuable and quick.

Vega couldn't wait until the next day, so he immediately ordered his troops to set out while the east wind was strong.

This is an era of cold weapons and even more so an era of magic. Therefore, using fire attacks here does not even require any extra preparation. You just need to let the mage team continuously release flame explosions.

If the wind blows from the northwest today, the fire will harm itself instead.

But the wind blowing today is not northwesterly, but southeasterly. Once the fire starts, even a million-strong army will be destroyed by the fire, let alone less than 6 people?

Da da da--

The sound of neat military boots echoed, and the entire army came out in full force.

Vega was walking in the front. Although he was a veteran in many battles, he still couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. The pleasure of turning the tables in a desperate situation made him deeply intoxicated.

He began to like war.

I especially like the pleasure of sending a guy who thinks he has won the game to his grave.

In less than half an hour, the large force had advanced to within 100 meters of the enemy camp, from where they could clearly see the towering wooden fences and wooden houses of the enemy camp.

That’s right, it’s all wood!
If a fire was set at this moment, Vega had reason to believe that the 6-strong army would be burned to ashes without even a chance to escape, and the wooden fences that were originally used to defend him and the beasts would become accomplices in killing the allies.

This is digging your own grave.

Vega revealed an extremely bright and innocent smile, but unfortunately the Allies could not see this scene. They were still immersed in the victory they were about to win and did not even realize that the scout had been killed.

"All troops, prepare!"

Veigar raised his right hand slightly, and the mage squadron came to the front of the team, and the archers raised the rockets wrapped in cloth and poured with oil.

"Let the enemy see what a fire attack is. Attack with all your forces!"

With an order, the magic wand with hidden power burst into brilliant light, elements gathered, magic roared, and meteor-like arrows flew towards the enemy camp with the blessing of the east wind.

Fire attack, real fire attack.

I didn't expect that the fire attack that could only be seen in history books could be reproduced here, and it was done by him. This was probably the first fire attack in the world.

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1.30am, Allied camp.

"The wind is very noisy today."

Neville stood on the commanding heights of the camp, overlooking the dark forest ahead while feeling the cold wind blowing in his face. Standing behind him were two students of the same level.

Neville likes the cold wind blowing on his face. The bone-chilling cold can keep his brain clear. For him who is determined to surpass his master, keeping a clear head in war is very important.

"Lord Neville, are you worried about tomorrow's battle?"

One of the students said, "Excuse me, but with our 6-strong army, even if we crush them directly, they probably won't even have a chance to resist. You don't have to worry at all."

"At school, just call me Captain."

Neville shook his head and said, "I am not vigilant against those who are destined to be my stepping stones. I am just thinking about how to use the forest as a springboard to win the first place in the Hundred Regiments Battle. My goal is the position of general, not a simple promotion."

After becoming a general, why should we be wary of an unknown person?

This kind of thing can be treated as a joke, but it is impossible to happen in real life.

He is proficient in hundreds of combat skills, has 6 soldiers who can exert 4% combat effectiveness, and has 40 officers commanding the army. If he is defeated by a force that cannot exert % combat effectiveness and even the low-level commanders are virtual officers, then what qualifications does he have to be called the general?

He glanced with disdain at the two people half a step behind him.

Unlike these ants, his goal is destined to be the sea of ​​stars.

Defeating a nobody like Veigar wouldn't even give him any sense of accomplishment.

Neville raised his head, his lips slightly pulled as he murmured, "Father, you must watch carefully, stare intently at how I win the first place in this Hundred Regiments Battle. I will never embarrass you."

But the moment Neville raised his head, he saw brilliant - fireworks?
Some were as big as the sun, some were as small as shooting stars, and the bright fireworks were particularly conspicuous in the dark night sky. This beautiful scene was reflected in his eyes, and Neville swore that this was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life.

"What is that, fireworks?"

"Why does it look like a flame explosion? Could it be an enemy attack?"

"What a joke, that lucky guy didn't just pack up and run away, but he dared to take the initiative to provoke me?"

The two people behind him spoke with disdain, and even Neville said with a sneer: "He is struggling to death. Since he wants to die early, let's fulfill his wish and let the entire army launch an attack in advance."

That's right, the three of them didn't care about the flames and rockets at all.

They did not know the power of fire attack and had never experienced such a trick. Neville even took it for granted that this unexpected attack would only cause them to lose a few thousand soldiers at most and would not cause any serious damage to the base of 6.

But a few minutes later, he found out that he was wrong, and very wrong!
Boom boom boom——

The first thing to fall was the flame explosion, which hit the fences and wooden houses, not only destroying the buildings, but also igniting the entire camp. Then came the rockets, the flaming arrows fueled the already raging fire, and incidentally ignited the towering pine trees nearby, turning the entire camp into a sea of ​​flames.

The fire is burning and the east wind is strong.

With the help of wind and the continuous release of flames by fire magicians, the fire spread rapidly. Now it was no longer just a problem for the camp, but the entire forest was burning with huge flames.

Fortunately, the wind was blowing from the southeast.

As the arsonist, Vega only needed to stand in the southeast and watch the enemy's troops gradually disappear, while his troops would be responsible for cleaning up some of the remnants of the defeated troops who fled here, and there would not even be any casualties.

In fact, not many soldiers were able to escape.

First, the fire started. The ten-meter-high wooden fence was like an unbreakable prison, firmly locking up the 6 troops. Not many people could escape relying on the gate alone, and the wooden houses in the camp became the last straw that ended their lives.

Wait until the fence is burned to ashes.

The army that had just escaped was caught in a bigger sea of ​​fire. They had to feel the malice from the entire forest.

The lower branches and leaves were crisscrossed, and the fiercely burning fir tree left them with no way to escape or avoid it. The branches, which had turned a hideous carbon-red color, were like the hands of death reaching out from hell, and would eventually lead them to death.

That night, the fire enveloped the entire forest.

In the face of the power of nature, even professionals and magicians can only sit back and wait for death, not to mention ordinary soldiers. The 6-strong army... is completely finished.

(End of this chapter)