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As these fifty mage apprentices cast spells together, the elements around them began to be mobilized.

Opposite the coalition forces, Harber looked at the commotion caused by the mage apprentice's spell and hesitated slightly.

Such a weak first level spell.
Harber thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and still did not interfere.

He constructed a spell model, holding it in one hand while observing the spell traces in front of him.

Under his gaze, the weak first-level spell was quickly constructed.

Then, as he watched, the first-level spell that he thought was weak, when completed, instantly burst out with a spell power that was dozens of times stronger than he had expected.

These colorful spells quickly covered the front line where the two sides were fighting and deadlocked.

Group blessing, group fanaticism, group erosion, group life absorption.
Strengthened by a series of spells, the aura of each golden soldier became stronger and stronger, with elements injected into their bodies from all directions, and a thin layer of light covering their golden armor.

After the blessed spell ended, a series of single and precise necromancy spells were quickly released, targeting all the extraordinary knights who were surrounded and killed by the golden soldiers.

Due to the strong concealment of these necromancy spells, under the cover of the previous colorful blessing spells, most of them successfully hit the target.

Some unprepared extraordinary knights, having to face the golden soldiers whose strength had suddenly increased, were suddenly attacked by necromancy and were hacked to death by the golden soldiers who rushed over them without realizing it.

After killing these extraordinary knights, more golden soldiers can be deployed to fight on the front line.

The originally stalemate battle situation began to tilt towards Roland.

As one extraordinary knight after another was surrounded and killed by the golden soldiers, the grassroots officers were marked by spellcasters in the rear and sniped by elite soldiers. Even the elite soldiers could not hold back in the face of such a situation.

At this moment, one of the Three-Ring Knights who had not taken action in the coalition finally couldn't help but chose to take action.

He rode on his warhorse and turned into a ray of light, rushing into the air from the coalition forces. Then, he aimed at the location of the spellcaster. Like a hurricane, he passed through all the golden soldiers in the air and crashed directly into the direction of the spellcaster.

Countless wind waves gathered around him, forming a wind spiral that was visible to the naked eye.

Roland raised his head slightly and looked at the Three-Ring Knight falling from the sky.

Although Roland still wanted to train his soldiers, the Three Rings Knight was not something that this hastily built army could handle. Unless they risked their lives and he didn't run away, they would never be able to kill him.

Roland shook his head with some regret. He stretched out his right index finger, and a small black ball condensed at his fingertips.

Then, a tiny beam of light shot out from his index finger and instantly pierced through the head of the third-level knight in the air. At the same time, the thick undead power instantly devoured all his vitality.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone on the battlefield, the Three-Ring Knight, who had stirred up a storm like a god descending from heaven, died without being able to fight back.

Looking at the corpse of the Three-Ring Knight slowly falling from mid-air, the entire battlefield fell silent.

Not only the coalition forces were shocked, but Roland's side was also shocked.

Although they knew that Roland was very strong when he trained them hard in the military camp, wasn't it too exaggerated to kill the Three-Ring Knight with one blow?
However, this silence did not last long. As the sound of drums rang out, the golden soldiers all came to their senses. With their morale boosted, they pushed forward directly.

On the coalition side, after the third-level knight was easily killed in seconds, the morale of the elite soldiers collapsed completely and they began to flee.

Chahar was stunned as he looked at the corpse falling from the sky. This third-level knight was much stronger than him. In the past, when they fought, Chahar always lost more than he won.

Even he can be killed instantly, so what about me?
Thinking of this, Chahar subconsciously looked at Haber on the side and asked.

"Can you fight this witchcraft?"

Harber turned his head, looked at him blankly, and said.

"You think too highly of me. I've voted, you can do whatever you want." After saying that, Harber put his most precious staff aside, then squatted down with his hands on his head, talking to himself.

"Sir, I am just working for someone else. I surrender, I surrender."

Standing aside, Chahar looked at Haber who suddenly behaved like this, and was a little confused about what he was doing.

On Roland's side, Roland also sensed the magic power that Harber had deliberately leaked, and he sensed it from a distance.

A second-level spellcaster from Sinar? Capture him and make him your teacher.

Thinking of this, Roland marked her from a distance.

Crouching on the ground, Harber sensed the elements approaching from all sides, which gathered on his body to form a simple mark that could be easily erased. Knowing that Roland did not intend to kill him, he finally let go of his worries.

He glanced at Chahar beside him and spoke quickly.

"Sir, this guy next to me is also willing to surrender with his troops, what do you think?"

Roland, who was about to withdraw his perception, glanced at Chahar again and casually pinched a few more marks for Harber.

Harber dusted himself off, stood up again, and while extending his right hand, he also moved a few simple marks onto his hand.

He looked at Chahar who had a confused look on his face and spoke.

"I have surrendered to that lord, and he has accepted my surrender. What about you?"

Chahar looked at the elemental mark on his hand, glanced at him suspiciously, and said hesitantly.

"Can you wizards communicate from such a distance?"

"Don't worry about it. Just tell me straight out loud, do you surrender or not?"

Harber rolled his eyes and said.

"Vote, why not?"

Chahar nodded and took the marker from Harber as he spoke.

He looked at the mark, then looked down at his body, thought about it, and then stuck the mark directly on the center of the armor.

"Okay, gather your troops and prepare to surrender. Oh, and help gather the deserters as well."

Harber said the previous words, and when he saw from the corner of his eye that some golden soldiers were capturing prisoners among the defeated coalition forces, he quickly added another sentence.

Chahar nodded and listened to Harber's words. While gathering his troops to surrender, he also captured all the deserters who had escaped.

At this moment, with the sound of horse hooves, the last third-level knight of the coalition forces rushed out from one side of the battlefield with 800 elite cavalrymen. Behind them, hundreds of elite soldiers were still running wildly, following them.

They were originally full of murderous intent, ready to use the advantages of cavalry on the battlefield to kill all enemies and turn the tide of the battle, but after entering the battlefield, they found that something seemed to be wrong.

Didn't they say the battle line was at a stalemate? What's the situation now?
Seeing the coalition forces in complete retreat, no longer as elite as before, the elite soldiers fleeing like the ordinary soldiers, and the golden soldiers chasing the defeated soldiers while cleaning up the battlefield, the soldiers who rushed over were all stunned.

Especially the third-level knight at the front, he thought about the message he had just received asking him to attack from the flank and break the deadlock on the battlefield, and then glanced at the battlefield that had already ended.

what?
(End of this chapter)