What did you do with the dice?

After killing another cavalryman who seemed to be oblivious to his attack, Rusalka looked at the cavalrymen who were howling and rushing past him in great confusion: (This is strange, are these people and horses crazy?)

Sanitta: (It's probably some kind of mind-interference spell, like dementia or frenzy. Back in Bright Moon City, the Foxes used a similar spell on the ratmen, and the effects were probably similar. However, since this one can affect humans, it must have been created by the Church of the Seven Sins. It looks a bit like the Sin of Wrath to me.)

Rusalka: (How terrifying! If I use this on an enemy, does that mean they'll also lose their minds?)

Sanita: (Maybe, but don't be afraid. You have nothing to lose. You might find that after using this skill, you not only gain more combat power, but also more intelligence. This will become a "Great Intelligence Frenzy" and will definitely surprise the opponent.)

Rusalka: (Sweating like soybeans.)

At this time, the infantry of the Shaddoll Legion also reached the optimal firing range. As the battalion commanders sounded the firing whistles, arrows poured down on the cavalry like a rainstorm, mercilessly piercing the soldiers' flesh and shooting them down with their horses. The faces of the soldiers lying in pools of blood were distorted, their expressions frozen in eternal despair and anger.

However, the effect of arrows was not good against this kind of scattered charging cavalry, not to mention that many of them were wearing shields. A round of arrow rain could only cause less than 200 casualties.

The moment the vanguard spearmen engaged the enemy, the archers scattered to the left and right and retreated quickly. In an instant, the entire battlefield turned into a chaotic squad combat mode, with golden weapons, iron horses, ruthless swords, the sound of steel clashing, the sound of crystal exploding and wailing intertwined into a cruel war song.

From time to time, a soldier would be thrown into the air by the blast of the crystal and fall heavily, unable to move. However, if such a soldier could survive, he would be lucky enough. Many soldiers surrounded the cavalry and knocked them down from their horses, but they never expected that the other party would directly detonate the crystal. They had no time to react and were engulfed in the flames and died heroically.

Rusalka's soldiers would roll in the scorching mud to put out the fire and struggle to survive, while the enemy cavalry seemed completely unaware that their bodies were burning. Their cloth armor was ignited by the flames, and they rushed into the infantry team wrapped in flames, fighting until the last drop of blood was burned out.

This kind of fearless and even deliberate fighting style, which could be said to be a deliberate attempt to die together, was so shocking that even the veterans who had been on many battlefields were moved. For a moment, out of the one thousand cavalrymen, two hundred of them stepped on the corpses of their comrades who had turned to ashes, broke through the defense line of four thousand infantrymen, and reached the bottom of the slope.

And greeting them on the slope was Shana with her hands on her hips!

The defense line was breached?

It doesn’t matter, I can just take action.

After saying that, she no longer concealed her aura, her confidence continued to rise, she grabbed the scroll in her hand and refined it immediately, snorting with laughter.

A red magic circle unfolded in front of her. She stretched out her hands and put them into the magic circle. Her body was fixed in place. Her eyes were hotter than fire as she stared at the small cavalry dots that were quickly coming up from the slope.

These cavalrymen didn't care how weird and incongruous it was to see an elf using fire magic standing on the seemingly empty slope. The only thought in their minds at this moment was "rush to where the clouds gathered and kill the wizard". They began to ignore the high slope that almost said "I am dangerous" and charged straight up the slope.

I still remember that hundreds of years ago, in the Forest of Elves, a freshman asked his invisibility instructor a question in class: We elves are very few in number, while humans, orcs, and sea creatures are so many in number. What should we do if a team of elf archers wants to defend against a group charge when they are outside?

At that time, the teacher answered her, then just use the knowledge I taught you to become invisible. Every ranger is good at becoming invisible on flat ground. Those humans and orcs are basically troublesome idiots with poor natural affinity. Few can see through invisibility. Even if there is, they are fragile mages. You must know that rangers are experts in dealing with mages.

The student asked again, "What if those orcs' Filin tribe can also become invisible?"

The teacher replied, "No race in the world can see through invisibility better than us elves. I will teach you how to identify if there are invisible units around you, and how to break their invisibility."

The student thought for a moment and then asked, "What if the enemy also has rangers who can see through invisibility? Wouldn't everyone be captured then?"

This question is a bit low-level for the legendary argumentative Rusalka. If someone asks him what would happen if his spear pierced his shield, Rusalka would simply pick up the spear and pierce the opponent to death.

But for Jingling, it was too advanced. Although the teacher had never thought about how to answer at that time, there was no need to answer. She was laughed at by the whole class and directly earned the glorious nicknames of "Jingren" and "Jingrabbit". As soon as she entered school, she lost the right to choose her friends, and could only read books alone in the library after school.

The toilet lunch box shed bitter tears and vowed to make them regret it.

When I become strong in the future, I will definitely conquer the humans next door and lead the army to attack those bastards who made fun of her, so that they know that I was not joking that day!

So one day, by chance, the elf came to the human kingdom and met a great human wizard who was as predictable as a god in her mind. Then she remembered the question she asked in class when she was a child, and asked the god of war, seeking some comfort and recognition for her poor childhood that was ridiculed in the past.

As expected, the gentle, handsome, and charming human didn't laugh at her traitorous thoughts. Instead, he put on a charming expression of serious consideration and said to her, "If you don't want to escape and don't need to abide by any honor, why don't you set a trap? Not enough magic? Superficial. How about this? Although your skill in making explosive crystals is poor, it is actually useful. If you promise not to come to the office every day to disturb me while I'm writing, I'll teach you a trick. How about it?"

It turns out that the elves are no match for Rusalka simply because they have never traveled to Earth - there are many bad things that the clever elf can learn quickly.

It’s time for the practical exam!

Chapter 265: Fierce Battle Outside the Kingdom's Capital Castle (5)

The cavalry rushed into the last slope, but they didn't know that what was waiting for them was a road to hell set up by Shana herself.

The horse's hooves stepped on the soil and soon stepped on a thin, stretched plant rhizome on the ground. As the rhizome quickly broke, a thorn ball was pulled down from the tree next to it. It quickly hit the ground, accompanied by a barely perceptible cracking sound, and immediately exploded like a ripe pea pod. The thorns on it instantly turned into a rain of needles that flew everywhere and directly pierced the bodies of the cavalry and horses through the gaps.

Sometimes a cavalryman would step on a small pit buried in the mud. With a muffled sound in the pit, a small wind magic rune that was stepped on would bounce up a thorn ball lying quietly on the ground. Even though it was only affected by such a slight fluctuation of magic power, a trace of red light still flashed in the thorn ball, and then it exploded with a bang as expected, turning into a rain of needles again, splashing in all directions like a rain of pear blossoms.

Fragmentation mines were very useful in the early days of thermal weapons. The mines themselves had little explosive damage and a low mortality rate, but the flying fragments could penetrate into various parts of the body, causing great pain to the enemy.

In this world, there are no useful little mechanisms like tension springs, nor is there an industry that mass-produces sulfur gunpowder. However, Sanita discovered that if the inferior explosive crystals made by Shana were kept in a very small size, they would just meet the requirement of exploding at the slightest touch.

It can only be preserved by being made this small, and has almost no lethality, but it just replaces the role of gunpowder in providing kinetic energy. All you need to do is wrap a layer of mud around the crystal, and then use a pair of skillful hands and idle leisure time to insert spikes into the mud ball. In this way, this small thorn ball becomes the simplest "magic needle mine", and then put it in the special shock-absorbing box given by Sani Iron Tower to prevent it from exploding due to bumps on the road.

The reason why it has not been invented is simply because this world lacks the physical structure knowledge of Rusalka from the 21st century and the wisdom of Sanita to transform science into magic, as well as some small knightly honor and the elves' adherence to conventions.

The greatest achievement of this invention so far is that it finally gives Shana, who used to come to Sanita every day out of boredom, something to do. The time she used to spend in the office like a sticky candy, disturbing Sanita, is now turned into craft time for making thorn balls, which has increased the internal affairs efficiency of the Pearl Tears Territory tenfold or even ninefold.

Of course, a simple rain of needles would not have much killing effect, but after the cavalry and horses were hit, they ran for a while and suddenly foamed at the mouth, fell to the ground and twitched, and soon became motionless.

Looking at those needles again, they were flashing with a faint purple light, obviously contaminated with some powerful plant toxin.

That's right, for the elves' nimble little hands, inserting the thorn ball itself doesn't take much time. The time-killing part is of course the stage of applying the elves' special plant poison. Although Shana herself knows how to detoxify and has a high resistance to poison, if she is accidentally poisoned by her own poison, then if the news gets out, Alice will definitely make fun of her every day. She must be careful.

After the two hundred riders encountered Shana's thorn ball trap that had been cleared out for half a year, only dozens of them rushed up the slope. At this time, Shana had been waiting on the slope for a long time. After calculating the attack distance, she released the low-level spell [Chain Fire Bomb] that she had just learned.

Since she didn't need to keep chanting, Shana could also throw the fireballs while imitating the sound Rusalka usually gave to the fireballs when she saw this magic:

"Da da da, piupiupiu~! Hehe~"

The simplest spell, the most extreme happiness.

Some people may think that the sound of firing a real gun and the aftereffect of shaking the hand are quite scary, so the joy of using a water gun is just right.

Shana found the sight of a fireball whizzing out and blowing up the entire area a bit scary, so the fire bomb was just right for her.

Although the fire bomb itself does not cause much damage, and it may take several shots to seriously injure an ordinary human, it must be said that it is indeed "fun to play" as admitted by Rusalka. Although the flying speed is not optimistic, Rusalka can dodge everywhere by just rolling on the spot. If he stands up and runs at full speed with his legs, he can only eat the exhaust gas if the distance exceeds ten meters. But these guys who have lost their minds do not know how to dodge at all, so this makes the negative a positive.

And if the shield was penetrated and the explosive crystals in the hands of those dead soldiers were hit, it would explode him like triggering the bomb grid in Candy Crush, and the people around him would be dragged into it as well. Now, the opponent's shield-wielding cavalry became the focus of Shana's attention after she found the pattern of the "bomb grid", and she used five or six small fireballs to happily send him away.

Not only Shana, but also soldiers on the slope began to throw down rolling logs ignited by kerosene. Materials like oil are relatively expensive in this world, and few people are willing to use it, let alone things like rolling logs. But Sanita is different. He never spares money in fighting. It is probably like Theresa who is sure that everyone will be doomed, so she doesn't care about the future of the church. All the money is spent on the blade. It is not enough for the knife to be fast enough, and a layer of poison must be applied as a double insurance.

The cavalry was completely wiped out, and the last two who managed to make it up the slope were ordinary cavalrymen without the explosive crystals. Shana stopped her conical fireball magic and elegantly drew her longbow from behind, nocking an arrow on it. She whispered, "Survey the enemy in the trees, crush them with arrows! Shoot them!"

The long green arrow pierced the cavalryman's head. After his master fell, the warhorse seemed to have burned out of life. It swayed and fell to the ground dead from exhaustion.

A thousand cavalrymen were killed on this slope with no way back.

"We failed."

The commander on the city wall put down his telescope and burst into tears.

----

War has always been difficult to have both sides. When the enemy is ready to die together and uses the suicide cavalry tactic, it is impossible to win without casualties. Life is the strongest weapon that can only be used once in a lifetime. Facing this group of guys who don't even want their own lives, Sani Tieta's deliberate use of light infantry to send heads "vulgar hands" turned out to be a "master hand" that sacrificed the least combat power and replaced the enemy's dead men in the safe zone.

As all the cavalry fell silent, the cloud tornado floated into the sky again, indicating that Sani Iron Tower's spell was about to be completed, which was even more of a disaster for the defenders.

"Their entire army was wiped out, and they didn't even reach the enemy camp? They're such a loser, always causing trouble! The cavalry under their command are also losers among losers. If they charge recklessly like this, it's obvious that they can't break through the formation! He's just being passive and lazy!"

"Teacher, the spells in the Mage Tower are ready."

"Very good! Activate all the lower-level runes, cut off all output circuits, and supply the protective arrays with maximum power. Send the apprentices to replenish the magic patterns on the outer walls. Everyone else, please stand by in the magic supply room! I want to see whether this archmage's top-level magic is more powerful, or whether this mage tower I've painstakingly built for decades is sturdy! I don't believe that a few minutes of his spellcasting can destroy my life's work!"

As he activated the magic circle in his hand and connected the magic circuit, the Mage Tower immediately unfolded an opaque purple barrier, wrapping itself like an airtight iron plate. It seemed that it was ready to completely abandon the outside of the city and protect itself to withstand the top magic of the Sani Iron Tower.

A minute later, a transparent cover appeared out of thin air, covering the entire mage tower.

Afterwards, the magical fluctuations in Rusalka's army completely disappeared.

Sanita: (I have completed this spell, go back to sleep!)

Rusalka: (No, brother, there were all these heavenly and earthly phenomena before, but nothing happened. What's the point of it being so anticlimactic? What kind of magic is this?)

Sanita: (I created this magic myself, so I named it "5 Wisdom Happy Field.")

Rusalka:?

What the hell! Even if you give it a name, at least it should be a little better, like Fish Happy Constant Temperature Water Tank?

----

The young mage looked into the distance with great joy and shouted to the old mage on the other side of the sound transmission magic pattern: "Teacher, the magic fluctuations have disappeared, nothing happened! The other party's spell seems to have failed!"

But the experienced old wizard frowned. He first sensed the changes in the surrounding magical elements, then shook his head: "No, attributeless magic is often transparent. It was successful. The backlash of top-level magic can cause a devastating magical explosion. But now it's so calm over there, which means that the magic has successfully constructed a spell and transferred to us.

Feel it carefully. Our Mage Tower is currently surrounded by dense, attributeless magic, like a barrier. It doesn't affect my Mage's Eye from flying outward, but it can't fly back in; it's blocked... I can't understand. He went to all this trouble to use top-level magic just to create a wide-area barrier for us?"

"Teacher, this... I think I know what he's trying to do. The magic power stored in the tower seems to be leaking into that barrier like crazy."

"So what? We have the 'Endless Energy Core' left behind by the ancient Time Lord. Even if he absorbs more, it will eventually become saturated. How much can he absorb?"

The young wizard opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "But teacher, it might be my imagination. I feel like our magic power isn't replenished as it was before. Or maybe it's because he's absorbing it too quickly and it's not replenishing enough. Maybe it'll be fine once it's saturated."

After a brief silence, there was an outburst of emotions.

"Damn it! There aren't so many 'possibility' and 'maybe' in the dictionary of magic!" The old wizard immediately used the flying spell to fly outside, stretched out his hand to touch the intangible force field barrier, and when he saw that his arm was stuck and couldn't be retracted, he was forced to fly out and fall to the ground.

After canceling the effect of flying, he found himself still stuck outside the barrier, but he could reach into the barrier with his hand.

After careful consideration, a look of horror appeared on his face. He didn't even care about his dignity. He took off his robes and threw away a pile of scrolls and bottles. He was only wearing underwear and shorts. After trying again, he was able to pass through the barrier without any hindrance and successfully entered the Mage Tower. "How is this possible? Using attributeless magic to completely block the entry of all non-living magic, and even automatically extracting magic from the barrier to fill the density. This kind of magic control precision and spell effect, as well as this strange composition formula, is magic I have never seen in books!"

He walked out of the barrier again, put on his clothes, and then took out the water cup he carried with him: When in doubt, use the Great Dispel Spell.

As expected, it failed. After all, this was a top-level magic. It would be too embarrassing if it could be solved with only a high-level large-scale dispel spell.

"How is this possible? How could such magic exist? It defies common sense. As a top-level magic, its only function is to destroy the magic within it! This wizard is absolutely insane. He's only survived until now with this kind of thinking. This spell seems to be completely in the service of those idiot warriors. Doesn't he have any pride in being a Grand Master? He's clearly reached the Grand Master realm, using magic and wisdom to duel openly. How can he be considered a Grand Master by drawing on mana and relying on servants to fight? How can he even be called a Grand Master?!"

"teacher!"

"Don't come out!" The old wizard waved his hand and shouted, stopping the flying apprentice. Because if he came out, he would never be able to take the magic items with him back before the barrier disappeared. "Damn it! Cut off the barrier and the magic supply circuits, immediately! From now on, stop supporting the battlefield and save all magic power for emergency use!"

----

"This guy's goal is to drain our magic power and bring about our own destruction! We must not let him succeed."

Sanita looked at the rapidly extinguishing Mage Tower across from him, speculating on what the other side was saying. He chuckled sarcastically, "Their leader must be thinking the same thing. It's a shame a mute Mage Tower is no different than a scarecrow. Even if you kill a lot on your own, if you don't participate in team fights or lead the team, you're essentially being killed by a single player. If you don't choose to unleash all your mana reserves when your spell succeeds, and instead hesitate to use a few pitiful mana points, then sorry, I've already succeeded."

Rusalka, who was riding a horse and slowly heading towards the enemy city alone, responded actively in the private chat channel: (Indeed, your trick is brilliant, brother. How about this, I'll compose a little poem boasting about the unparalleled wisdom of Sanita. In exchange, you give me the naming rights for this spell. I'll come up with a name that's guaranteed to be explosive and immortal. Now I have a preliminary choice. What do you think of "Alcohol Lamp Bottle Cap"? Or "Mage's Unlucky House"?)

It doesn't sound nice at all, and if the latter name is chosen, considering the sense of superiority of the indigenous wizards at that time about their ability to control magic, Sanitieta feels that the term "lasting fame for generations" may be a bit inappropriate when used for this spell specifically designed to deal with wizards, and "lasting infamy for generations" is more appropriate.

Just as he was about to say something about Rusalka being uneducated, the next moment, his eagle-like perspective locked onto Rusalka, who was extremely conspicuous on the grass, and was going from swimming against the current to swimming against the sky: (No, Brother Xiao, what are you doing? Why the hell are you running in the opposite direction? Can't you tell where your home is?)

Rusalka: (Yes, I am going there.)

After saying that, he patted the horse's butt and said, "It feels good."

The horse under his crotch immediately squatted down and rolled on the spot, rolling over Rusalka, who was holding on to it and refused to get off the horse, and then stood up with a snort.

Rusalka brushed off the grass and dirt on her head, and everyone pretended nothing had happened.

Sani Tower: Absolutely!

Chapter 266: Fierce Battle Outside the Kingdom's Capital Castle (6)

White horse, blue armor, black sword.

Calm, riding alone, holding a flute.

Rainy day, elevated road, Maybach.

Although Rusalka can't play any musical instrument and is a complete idiot, she only plays simple music scores when playing music games. In her previous life, she wouldn't even know how to play the guitar.

However, he is in the choir and has a good ear for pitch, but his hands are clumsy. In this world, being clumsy is not a big problem. With a little performance talent and agility bestowed by the system, one can use a simpler instrument like the flute.

Ask Sani Iron Tower to give you the musical notation for the tune you want to play, and teach you which hole represents which syllable. If you don't have enough intelligence, you can make up for it with interest. Practice makes perfect with more practice.

And now, Rusalka wanted to play a tune that seemed sad, heroic, and would give people the feeling of being surrounded by enemies. Among the few scores in his mind, he chose to play this one slowly.

The simplified notation begins as follows: 1155665, 4433221.

Don't ask, the only thing you need to know is that it is better than Kasuga Shadow, and from the moral point of view, I just want to ask you if everyone has said good night.

This tune was too much for Sanita, but considering Rusalka's musical accomplishment and artistic talent, it was commendable that he could play the whole song: (So you are going to taunt the opponent?)

Rusalka couldn't help but complain: (Do I look that boring?)

Sanita answered without hesitation: (Yes, very much so.)

Rusalka: (Shut up! Watch me!)

Sanita: Oh, he is going to do it again.

The defenders also saw Rusalka coming alone, and perhaps they did not need Rusalka's seemingly unnecessary impromptu accompaniment. They were also shrouded in a depressing and sad atmosphere at the moment: a thousand former comrades-in-arms died tragically because of an order. Not to mention the former comrades, if other unrelated people saw those corpses and graves, anyone with some feelings in their hearts would empathize and mourn for them.

Several arrows flew down and stuck in the ground in front of Rusalka, warning him not to get any closer.

Although the victors are indeed qualified to show off their power, at this moment, they will never allow Rusalka to insult the will of their comrades.

Rusalka put down the flute from her lips, slowly dismounted, and walked across the line of arrows with steady steps.

The soldiers guarding the city were stunned, not knowing what he meant. But since he had dismounted, it meant that he at least did not intend to run away after taunting him, so they loosened the bowstrings in their hands, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Rusalka saluted, took off his helmet, placed it on his chest, and bowed deeply to the city wall.