Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 316 Result
As the first to notice the attack, Burke immediately began to consider whether he could withstand such a terrifying storm of firepower.

The answer to this question was immediately found the moment the first missile landed and exploded.

This thing is explosive?!

The combined destructive power of the flames, high-temperature shockwave, and shrapnel made Burke frown. It wasn't that he couldn't withstand such an attack; the problem was that these things were flying over in swarms!
Burke had no interest in using his shield for the enemy to test their firepower parameters, nor was he a berserker mage like Gandalf who would roll up his sleeves and charge head-on into battle.

He could clearly see the trajectory of the missile's exhaust plume, and immediately decided to teleport away from this live target range that the enemy had planned.

However, it was too late. In the first wave of attacks, a full ten heat-guided missiles personally designed by Bosh flew toward Burke.

Even though Burke had carefully activated all the pre-set trigger-type protective spells, the first missile hit him, and the colorful magical shield around him trembled violently.

Even more devastating were the repeated blows that came one after another. Even with the shield in place, the aftershocks made his somewhat frail body sway precariously. Coupled with his slightly aged face and the faint, ever-present light of his protective magic, he gave off a desolate feeling of a candle flickering in the wind.

Fortunately, Burke had a solid foundation and his skills were well-developed. He was able to maintain his focus on casting spells despite these distractions and eventually managed to cast the teleportation spell at the crucial moment.

It was thrilling, but it happened in the blink of an eye. For a high-level spellcaster like Burke, who had only recently entered the realm of magic, the incantation for teleportation was only a few seconds long, even if it couldn't be cast instantly. It can only be said that Burke did not expect the attack to be so dense and fierce.

What's worse, this thing is ridiculously accurate.

The ballista was originally a crude projectile weapon. Its accuracy was not entirely dependent on the weather, but for multiple projectiles to hit the same target from a distance of more than a hundred meters, he did not think that luck could explain it.

Moreover, with the help of magic, Burke could clearly see that the trajectory of these explosive arrows did not follow a straight line of inertia at all, but had a clear directional mark.

Having successfully flashed to the outer edge of the battlefield, he watched as the explosive ballistae struck the camp within the courtyard walls like a blizzard, and he was truly shaken. Burke had to admit that, apart from those specially customized ones, almost every one of them was a rare and highly enchanted arrow. These ballistae were probably the most powerful and perfect projectile weapons he had ever seen.

Aside from the potentially high construction costs.

That said, the Money Gang is really generous. According to his estimate, at least a hundred crossbow bolts have been fired in these few waves of attacks.

Such a large-scale move and ambitious undertaking must have something significant in mind.

But what do they get in return, and is there any support or instruction from the Blackfin fish behind them?

On the other side, the tinker rocket launcher finally emptied its ammunition and stopped its roaring thunder.

Three repairmen each held a launch bay, while old Bosch held two. This wave carried fifty missiles, and the three waves of rocket strikes, totaling 150 missiles, created this rain of death, melting the target site into a hell of smoke, fire, blood, and steel.

While the power of the heat-guided missile cannot compare to the rockets or even ballistic missiles of the previous life, the missile produced by the three-star old Bosh is no ordinary firework. If the missile of the one-star Tinker is compared to a hand grenade, then the old Bosh missile can be described as being at the level of an RPG.

Burke frowned as he watched his shield, which had only blocked three shots and was already nearing its limit, being completely shredded by flying shrapnel. His Stone Skin technique was also covered in wounds. Burke, who was temporarily safe, had no choice but to frown.

If it's so difficult for them to even defend themselves, what will become of the Bloodsail Gang guards who are trapped in this hellish place?
He was reluctant to imagine it, but he was certain that with just one more attack of this scale and intensity, the Bloodsail Gang could be reorganized. After the violent outburst came a dull silence, like the oppressive still-cloudy emptiness after a thunderstorm.

The vast camp was filled only with screams and gasps of pain. Not to mention the heavy casualties, even those who were lucky enough to escape the missiles were now desperately hiding in various buildings and bunkers, refusing to be the first to stick their necks out.

We can't count on these guys; they're already a waste.

This is the conclusion that Zhang Yuan and Burke reached simultaneously.

Burke, standing not far away, clearly saw the spirit and morale of his subordinates, while Zhang Yuan received a notification from the system that three waves of missile strikes had claimed 28 lives and earned a total of 535 energy points.

Even after deducting the 300 energy points spent on exchanging missiles, I actually made a profit...

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts"—the ancients were right!
Moreover, it's not just the death toll; from an aerial perspective, the number of injured is not much less than the number of dead.

Even by a conservative estimate, the Bloodsail Gang's military forces have already suffered more than half of their casualties.

While it's not unheard of on this continent to maintain morale and combat effectiveness despite such a terrifying casualty ratio, it's virtually impossible for these gangster private armies, which combine soldiers and bandits, to achieve this.

It's not necessarily true that you'll encounter such good fortune on your own.

These demoralized private troops are no different from a pack of stray dogs in terms of threat. While they may not be taken seriously, the presence of two high-level professionals is not to be underestimated.

Aside from Burke, who teleported away to avoid the onslaught of rockets, the leader of this army, Ronald Rolando, the third-in-command and vice-leader of the Bloodsail Gang, also survived.

This was not unexpected. Although Old Bosh was giving special attention to this enemy leader at his behest, the physique of a high-ranking warrior was by no means insignificant.

His own physical strength and the enchanted armor he wore, coupled with his quick reflexes, allowed him to use cover and his subordinates to block several missiles. Although he was severely injured, he managed to survive and has now retreated to a barracks to hold out for reinforcements.

There's no need to criticize Ronald for backing down. At this critical juncture of suffering such a severe and unknown blow and heavy losses, preserving strength and stabilizing the overall situation should be the top priority.

And speaking of this, who could better represent strength and the overall situation than him, a high-ranking warrior and vice guild leader?
Ronald thought to himself with a clear conscience, while directing the survivors...
His subordinates reinforced the doors and windows and built temporary fortifications, while their eyes darted around, trying to find their own Buddhist advisor.

If you have difficulties, seek help from a Dharma Master.

Normally, these mysterious guys are like a bunch of big shots, worshipped and respected. Correspondingly, when faced with something incomprehensible or difficult to deal with, everyone's first reaction is to ask these big shots for help.

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