Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

But the uniform gray-brown shell gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the morning light.

They were like a slowly flowing stream of lava, spreading towards the base.

"According to Plan Two," Solo's voice rang out from the wall, clear and steady, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"The slave legion will lead the first wave. The knights will be divided into three teams. The first team, led by Gareth, will be responsible for the left flank. The second team will follow me in the middle. The third team, commanded by old Brandon, will be responsible for the right flank."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each knight. "Remember, survival is the priority."

The knights silently adjusted their formation, but Solo noticed that many of them would unconsciously glance at Gareth, as if confirming something.

He knew that he needed to prove not only his courage in this battle, but also his command ability to convince these veterans.

Their equipment was in a worrying condition—some of the dents in their armor were simply patched up with rough iron plates.

The runes on the weapon were dull and lifeless, clearly indicating that it had not been properly maintained by the wizard apprentice for a long time.

Even so, every knight gripped his weapon with a steady and powerful grip, his eyes revealing the calmness of someone who had survived countless battles.

The first wave of impact arrived precisely five minutes later.

Dozens of small rock lizards swept across the wasteland like a gray-brown tide. They were not large, only two or three meters long, but their numbers were astonishing, numbering over a hundred as far as the eye could see.

When these creatures stomp their feet on the ground, the special crystalline structure on the soles of their feet rubs against the rocks, sending up a continuous stream of sparks.

In the dim morning light, they formed a pulsating, unsettling net of fire.

The five-meter-tall troll slave let out a low growl and raised a rough metal shield the size of a door.

They were arranged in three rows, their shields overlapping each other, forming a moving green wall that slowly advanced against the tide.

The moment of impact, a dull thud resounded like hundreds of war drums beating simultaneously, causing dust to fall from the defensive walls.

The trolls at the front leaned back, their thick legs carving deep furrows in the rocky ground, but the defensive line did not collapse.

The three trolls positioned at the front were pounced on by several particularly swift lizards and instantly overwhelmed by the surging tide of rock creatures that followed.

Dark green blood spurted high into the air like a fountain, instantly filling the air with a pungent, sulfurous stench.

But just seconds later, the submerged green giants rose again from the churning pile of rocks.

Their bodies are riddled with holes, with huge wounds so deep that bone can be seen, and in some cases, the movement of internal organs can even be seen.

However, the muscle tissue at the edge of the wound is wriggling and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, the broken bones are snapping back into place under the skin, and the new granulation tissue is intertwined like worms, filling the huge defect.

None of the trolls suffered a truly fatal blow—these creatures, deeply modified by witchcraft, possessed an extraordinary resilience, and could slowly recover from even the most severe injuries as long as their energy core remained intact.

"Hold on! Hold on!" roared the slave overseer, a former prisoner of war whose face was branded so deeply that his bones were visible, almost destroying half of his face.

The thick leather whip, soaked in salt water, cracked in the air, but did not actually strike the troll.

These behemoths roared as they slammed down with massive clubs as thick as adult tree trunks.

Each dull slap could smash two or three rock lizards, causing their shells to shatter and juices to fly everywhere.

The trolls in the front row used their shields to block and squeeze, while those in the back row unleashed a barrage of attacks through the gaps, turning the battle into a bloody and brutal slaughter from the very beginning.

On the defensive wall, Solo did not rush to send the knights off the field.

"Heavy ballistae, 150 paces ahead, cover fire!" he calmly ordered.

The six heavy crossbows mounted on the wall emitted a sickeningly loud winch whirring as they were loaded into the chute. The massive crossbows, as thick as an arm and with blunt iron tips, were being fed into the chute.

"Fire!" With the command, the giant crossbow roared out, tracing a low trajectory in the air before crashing heavily into the swarm of rock lizards.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Loud noises followed one after another.

The giant crossbow has an astonishing impact force, capable of pinning a hit lizard to the ground, and even penetrating one to continue injuring the ones behind.

However, the effect is limited—rock lizards have hard shells, and unless you hit their head or joints directly, it is difficult to kill them with one blow; they are more likely to cause obstruction and injury.

"Rune Musketeers, fire freely, aim for the eyes, mouthparts, and other vulnerable spots!" Solo continued to command.

Twenty knights equipped with rune-laced muskets—these were among the younger and better archers in the order—peeked out from behind the battlements.

The simple runes on the barrels of their long-barreled muskets lit up one after another, and unstable energy light gathered at the muzzles.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Beams of crimson or bright blue energy shot out, far more accurate than ballistae.

The rock lizard that was hit developed a small hole in its shell that melted through, and its internal tissues were burned, causing it to scream in pain.

Several lizards that were hit in the eyes immediately lost their bearings and started spinning wildly in place.

However, the rune gun charges slowly, requiring several seconds between each shot, and consumes a significant amount of energy crystals, making it unable to generate sustained firepower.

Solo observed the battlefield, his brow furrowed slightly.

Long-range firepower can cause damage, but it cannot stop the relentless advance.

His gaze fell on the bundles of thick ropes piled up at the foot of the wall—the “tripping ropes” he had had the slaves make overnight over the past few days.

It is woven from thick hemp rope soaked in resin, with metal chains salvaged from abandoned machinery mixed in the middle, and an irregular stone weighing several tens of kilograms tied to each end.

"Prepare the tripwires!" Solo shouted, grabbing a bundle himself.

This thing was extremely heavy, but it was nothing to the knight who had awakened the seed of life.

He swung the tripwire with one hand, spinning it twice above his head, feeling the heavy centrifugal force.

He spotted a relatively dense area of ​​lizards below and suddenly let go!

The heavy rope whistled as it flew out, the stones at both ends spreading out like meteor hammers.

The rope unfurled in the air like a twisted python, landing precisely between the legs of a group of lizards.

"It's entangled!"

The ropes and metal chains instantly wrapped around the legs of four or five lizards.

Their forward momentum suddenly halted, they tripped over each other, and rolled on the ground.

The lizards behind couldn't stop in time and trampled over their fallen brethren!

The sounds of shells cracking, bones breaking, and dying screams blended together.

Within seconds, the area descended into chaos, with most of the tripped lizards dying from being trampled by their own kind.

"Good!" The knights on the wall perked up.

"Continue! Everyone, attack their lower limbs and charging path with the tripwires!" Solo commanded, already grabbing a second bundle.

In an instant, dozens of heavy tripwires were thrown from the top of the wall, falling into the charging swarm of lizards like a shower of flowers.

Immediate results!