Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 51 Chaotic Battlefield

"All soldiers, listen up! Center yourselves on this flag!"

Rhodes stood beneath the five-meter-high flag of his coat of arms and roared at the soldiers.

In the darkness, the torches burning nearby illuminated the surroundings and guided the way.

His panicked soldiers began to converge on him.

"First Battalion, set up a shield-and-spear formation on the front line! Second Battalion, defend the left flank! Third Battalion, defend the right flank!"

Behind the barricades built around the Sixth Divine Arrow Battalion.

Soldiers wielding shields and spears quickly took their positions, setting up their large shields for each other.

An iron wall formation was formed, centered on the heraldic banner where Rhodes was located.

"Fourth and fifth crossbow teams, aim at the front line and prepare to fire in sequence."

"Seventh shortbow unit, aim at the left flank; Eighth shortbow unit, aim at the right flank."

Once the well-trained shield and spear formation was in place, Rhodes immediately gave the order.

Send the four hundred disorganized serf soldiers to their positions in the rear and set up their crossbows.

Holmes, Loren, and twelve knights had come to his side, and Rhodes picked up the longbow from his back.

He roared at the soldiers, "If anyone comes without a coat of arms to identify themselves, whoever they are, fire arrows at them when they get within fifty meters!"

The wolf chieftain's attack was imminent, and the other five regiments clearly had no time to react.

A united counterattack is already a pipe dream.

The only thing Rhodes can do now is to keep his camp stable amidst the chaos to come.

In order to avoid being broken up, the battle formation must not be disrupted.

Anyone who dares to rush in his direction, no matter who they are, will be riddled with arrows!

The firelight from the tents could only illuminate the surrounding area, less than fifty meters away.

The soldiers, huddled in an iron wall formation, gazed into the pitch-black night ahead, seemingly able to vaguely see madly dancing ghosts and hear the sinister laughter of demons.

Darkness brings pressure, and the fear of the unknown causes adrenaline to surge.

Everyone's foreheads were sweating with tension, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

"Aaaaah, you damn bastards!" At that moment, the first shouts erupted from the other tents in the deathly darkness!

The cries then spread rapidly, filled with fear, anger, and confusion.

Countless roars rose and fell, heralding the start of the chaotic night.

"It's really a mess."

Using the raven's perspective, Rhodes surveyed the various camps, his head throbbing with unease.

Even after receiving his advance warning, the knights of the various regiments still failed to regroup in time after waking up.

After a large number of serf soldiers emerged from their tents, they stood there bewildered and stunned.

Then they ran right into the wolf chieftain's soldiers who had charged in!

Chaotic fighting broke out everywhere. The serf soldiers, who had lost their command, offered little resistance, and the outer perimeters of the various regimental camps had already fallen.

The good news is that the enemy forces are also in disarray.

Terrified serf soldiers ran around like sheep.

They not only knocked down the torches, but also rushed into the enemy ranks in large numbers.

The dim and blurry environment obstructed their vision, and coupled with various frights, the wolf chieftain's soldiers were unable to distinguish friend from foe and actually started killing each other!

"With everyone's skill level like this, can't we just fight head-on?" Rhodes sighed, drawing his longbow.

An arrow shot out, knocking a wolf rider charging towards him off his back.

Then, a series of crossbow bolts were fired around him.

A dense rain of arrows formed at the narrow entrance.

The twenty-odd wolf chieftain soldiers who had come with the wolf cavalry were still confused about the situation.

The next second, they were pierced by crossbow bolts and fell to the ground in unison.

After firing, the fourth crossbow team quickly retreated to the rear, handing over to the fifth crossbow team to take over.

At the same time, he quickly cocked the gun, preparing for the next round of firing.

Round after round of arrows rained down, constantly blocking the wolf chieftain soldiers charging towards them.

Even if enemy soldiers manage to get past the volley of arrows, they will be blocked by the shield and spear formation in front.

He was shot down by longbowmen from Rhodes and his knights' retinue.

Rhodes is barely maintaining stability, but the situation in other areas is dire.

With the Knights joining the fray, the chaos of the night raid reached its peak.

The sounds of fighting echoed throughout the camp.

Rhodes was too preoccupied to deal with them for the time being; he seemed to be facing a major problem.

"That's... the leader who commanded the wolf pack in the previous skirmish?"

Rhodes gripped his longbow tightly, his gaze fixed on the wolf-hatted man a hundred meters away.

During the ambush in the woods, the enemy was in the command position at the center of the wolf chieftain's army.

Unsurprisingly, he was probably in charge of this night raid as well.

The fact that he was able to continue leading the army after one failure suggests that he holds a very high position in the ice city of Sarko.

"I'm not one of the league's main forces. What, you're lost too, huh?"

Seeing him charge toward them, Rhodes took a deep breath and suddenly drew his longbow.

The arrow transformed into a streak of light and shot off.

But to Rhodes' astonishment, he was caught in mid-air by the man in the wolf hat!

The flight was obstructed, and the arrow, gripped by the force of the kinetic energy, suddenly broke in half.

The man in the wolf-hat discarded the broken arrow in his hand and continued his charge on his Ironback Black Wolf.

The crossbow bolts kept hitting his and his mount's armor, but they only made a clanging sound before being deflected.

The man in the wolf hat paid no attention to the ordinary arrows.

As the strongest warrior in the Ice City of Salko, he is a wolf warrior who stepped into the extreme realm many years ago.

He was wearing warrior armor from the Dwarven Royal Court.

Receive the blessing of the god of forging, and fear no mortal weapon!

"Why is it that archer?" The man in the wolf hat was stunned when he saw the commander in the middle as he charged closer to the enemy camp.

His original target for this night raid was the enemy's leader knight with the red armor and flame spear.

It's just that it's difficult to discern directions in the darkness.

He then noticed the strong resistance here and subconsciously assumed that this was the main force of the enemy army, and that the leader must be among them.

Now it seems like I've come to the wrong place?

"That damned archer? Not bad!" After a moment of stunned silence, the man in the wolf-hat revealed a cruel smile.

Once you reach the extraordinary level, each skill requires years of accumulated experience.

In order to reach the pinnacle as soon as possible, few people practice multiple skills at the same time.

That archer's archery skills were extraordinary, but that also meant that compared to other extraordinary warriors, he was weak in close combat!

The iron-spine black wolf beneath the man in the wolf hat leaped up and soared over the heads of the elite shield-and-spear soldiers.

Spears thrust from below, but could only scrape against the wolf's gray-white armor, failing to deflect them.

"As a master archer, you've actually put down your bow; it seems you understand it's over!"

Upon seeing the archer lower his longbow and close the distance, the man in the wolf-hat drew his sword and laughed loudly.

At this moment, in front of him.

Seeing that he charged into the enemy lines alone, ignoring the crossbow bolts, and breaking through the shield and spear formation and the crossbowmen, Rhodes smiled and drew his sword.

"What a fierce extreme, but it's a pity he's a hothead."

The next second, the broad, curved blade clashed with the disproportionately slender sword blade.

To the astonishment of the man in the wolf-hat, the scimitar was deflected.

Rhodes switched to holding the sword with both hands and stepped forward.

As the distance closed, the tip of the armor-piercing sword pierced the enemy's chest.

The sword tip touched the armor, but then, due to the wolf-hatted man's forceful twisting that defied human anatomy, it failed to deliver a successful thrust.

After leaving a trail of sparks on the surface of the armor, it slid down from the right side.

Feeling the pain in his spine from the excessive twisting, the man in the wolf hat realized something was wrong.

That damn archer has a serious problem!

"Die!" He gritted his teeth and swung a downward slash.

Rhodes gracefully twisted his body to the left, calmly watching the scimitar glide past his cheek.

Even though his sword could no longer penetrate his defenses, Rhodes was not discouraged.

Using the force of the twist, she raised her leg high and kicked the wolf-hatted man in the chest, knocking him off the wolf's back.

"That's really tough."

As he fell, Rhodes pulled his sword from the jaws of the Ironspine Black Wolf.

After kicking away the wolf carcass, he looked at his sword and examined the tip.

The sword his father had given him, its sharp, armor-piercing tip striking the knight's armor.

Not only did it fail to break through the defenses, but it also got chipped and its tip shattered.

(End of this chapter)