Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 651 653. Madness

 Starting from Vanier of Brugg, Sacrifice begins to appear continuously.

 The spellcasting of warlocks requires extremely strong concentration and control. Yennefer once vividly compared it -

 Like quietly farting in a tux at a ball.

It’s just that the cost of making a mistake in casting a spell is much more serious than making a fool of yourself at the dance.

 It can range from dizziness and cramps to severe organ failure and spontaneous combustion of the body.

This is also the reason why famous warriors who have dealt with sorcerers do not feel guilty when facing conflicts with sorcerers.

These spellcasters' spells are easily interrupted, and they can then be killed.

 Unless the spellcaster is rich and cautious, and has tied himself to a lot of magical equipment with various effects.

Although the warlocks gathered by Vilgefortz this time are generally wealthy and famous.

 But the intensity of this battlefield is also unprecedented!

 These warlocks never thought that the scene where they would play a role would be a battlefield of this level!

The two commanders of the Northern Alliance, Foltest and Vizmir, have never used warlocks in this way.

Therefore, even though they equipped the warlocks with shield guard squads out of their own sense of war, this immature and unpracticed strategy naturally showed its flaws under the pressure of the war situation.

The huge number of defeated troops in Nilfgaard squeezed the defense line of the shield guards. These elite shield guards, who had not been trained with the warlocks, began to spontaneously adjust their formations to become more suitable for withstanding the impact.

 But a formation suitable for resisting an impact is quite different from a formation that focuses on protecting a certain person.

 Several northern warlocks died one after another due to arrows shooting from all over the air when casting spells, or failed to cast spells.

 They all carry amulets for protection, but the intensity of the battlefield is too high.

The elastic potential energy transformed by the tough bow body is concentrated on the steel arrows. The amulet can block one or ten shots, but the rain-like random arrows can hit the body more than twenty times in a few minutes?

 The warlocks who were directly shot to death were fine, but the more difficult ones were those who died while casting spells.

 “Boom!!”

There was a loud noise, followed by a burst of raging flames, which enveloped a circle of northern soldiers around them.

Steel armor can withstand arrows, but it cannot withstand high temperatures.

 Amidst the shrill screams, the figure in the armor looked like a can being heated.

 After this situation occurred, the shield guards who were supposed to protect the warlocks subconsciously distanced themselves from the warlocks being protected, causing even greater defense loopholes.

The sky-shattering shouts of killing are still continuing, and the magicians' spells can still sweep away a large area, causing an attack power as large as a large siege machine.

 The pressure faced by the Northern Alliance's overall defense line is also rapidly decreasing.

But Foltest and Vizmir were still frightened by the speed at which the sorcerers were being lost.

 “They have never been directly on the battlefield! Damn it! These are a bunch of amateurs!”

 “Old Graz is dead! Dagbot of Wall is dead too!”

 In the entire north, it has been a long time since there have been so many high-level warlocks dying.

But even if you are frightened and even if your body hurts, the battle will still continue. Commanders must use human lives as numbers to win!

 So even though Foltest's face was twitching, he was still observing the battle situation with a monocular while muttering viciously.

“Keep killing and keep killing every veteran you kill now, you are weakening Nilfgaard’s military potential!”

It was impossible not to kill them. From the moment the warlocks arrived on the battlefield, they could not escape.

Portal is a very advanced spell. Even if these warlocks want to escape, they don't have time to set up a portal on a high-intensity battlefield.

As a result, these warlocks gradually became red-blooded on the battlefield. However, there are actually not many sorcerers in the Nilfgaardian army.

Before the war, Menno Kuhorn mobilized a large number of low-level warlocks from the country, and also had a small number of high-level warlocks as equipment for senior officers.

 “Don’t even think about running away! Don’t even think about it!”

 Fringilla Weige looked pale and was grabbed by the arm by an officer.

The officer's panic had reached a level of neurosis and hysteria, and he looked at Fringilla as if he wanted to eat her!

"Some of us can always escape and return to Nilfgaard! If you and other trickster **** dare to abandon the army and escape at this time, let's see how the emperor will punish you!"

“Look at what ruthlessness His Majesty will do to find someone responsible for this failure! You are his distant relative, right? You should know his style, right?”

“Then think about it carefully, if you just run away from here, will you be happier than if you died?”

Fringilla's murmuring lips showed that she did know how her distant relative, who had a high status, treated losers.

What's more, this failure may even affect the stability of his imperial power, so he will be even less merciful.

 ‘White flames dancing on the enemy’s graves’.

This title comes from a ball where Emhyr Emryth dug up the tombstones of all the rebels and laid them on the floor.

 If this is true for the dead, it is even less tolerant for the living.

“You warlocks against their warlocks!”

 A random arrow hit the officer's black winged helmet with a clang, and a stream of sparks burst out.

But the already nervous officer just adjusted his helmet and did not take his eyes away from Fringilla for a moment.

“Go and fight those sorcerers! Open the way for the army! Even if you fail in the end, the emperor will have nothing to say! Otherwise.”

The officer's eyes were as wide as fish eyes, making Fringilla feel cold all over.

 She and the southern warlocks who were with her looked at each other, and then nodded with difficulty.

 “Then take action! Do it immediately. Phew.”

The officer waved forward, signaling the warlocks to enter combat positions. But before he could finish his words, a crossbow arrow slipped into the gap under his helmet.

The crossbow arrow was supposed to hit the armor's neck protector, but after the neck protector deflected the arrow, the arrow that flew out crookedly still cut his neck.

 Blood dripped down from the surface of the glazed armor.

 The officer is dead.

But the southern warlocks just continued to take up their fighting positions numbly.

 Because the threats given to them by the officers are still there.

There are more than 30,000 Nilfgaardian officers and soldiers here, and some will always escape by chance. They will bring back piecemeal information about this battle.

 As for warlocks like them, if they return alive without performing sufficiently well, then the subsequent treatment is almost entirely conceivable.

So, following the Northern Warlocks, the Southern Warlocks also began to have bloodshot eyes, crazy and fierce.

War can turn anyone caught up in it into a madman, whether he wants it or not.

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 (End of this chapter)