Therefore, the performance of this group of knights and soldiers from the Emerald Kingdom was really unsatisfactory.
They seemed somewhat panicked on the battlefield, and their tactical coordination was not tacit enough, resulting in many loopholes in the overall battle line.
At this moment, as the undead army's vanguard troops surged like a tide and gradually approached the bombing area, the magic army commander looked ahead with a serious expression and shouted loudly:
"Magic troops, prepare! Long-range attack coverage!"
His voice was clear and loud, echoing throughout the battlefield.
After receiving the order, the magicians acted quickly.
They all raised their wands in unison and chanted something.
In an instant, fireballs danced in the sky, like burning meteors streaking across the sky.
Immediately afterwards, dazzling bolts of lightning fell from the sky, smashing into the ground with the power to destroy everything.
At the same time, a small tornado appeared out of nowhere and swept away with a roar.
These powerful magics intertwine to create a scene that is both colorful and full of deadly danger.
You know, these magicians are not ordinary people.
Without exception, they are all elites carefully selected from various countries.
Pick any one of them, and their strength has at least reached the level of a great magician.
The magic they cast was already capable of causing mass destruction.
And what about those poor skeletons?
They are just some fragile, lifeless skeletons.
How can one withstand the massive magical bombardment?
When those colorful magical lights containing endless destructive power fell from the sky.
The skeletons had no time to react before they were instantly submerged in the brilliant light and shadow.
There was only a series of crackling sounds, and countless bone fragments flew everywhere, as if it was raining a horrible bone rain.
The originally dense army of skeletons was scattered and defeated in the blink of an eye.
Although these skeletons look very fragile and seem like they will fall apart with the slightest touch, their advantage lies in their large numbers.
Whether they are professionals with slightly weaker strength or ordinary civilians who are powerless, once they die in battle, they will be transformed into skeleton soldiers.
If it weren't for the urgency of time and the fact that Melkor's limited divine power could not support a large-scale transformation, Catheric would surely have carefully prepared a large number of skeleton legions to serve as cannon fodder in order to deplete the enemy's magic reserves.
The army of magicians had launched three or four rounds of fierce magic attacks in succession, but at this time the magic power in their bodies had been almost exhausted.
In contrast, the skeleton army on the periphery only lost about one-third of its troops.
Looking at the endless swarm of skeletons before him, an exhausted magician couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"How many of these skeletons are left?"
After saying that, he quickly pulled out a bottle of recovery potion from his bosom, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. Then he sat on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and entered a meditative state, trying to recover his severely depleted magic power and mental strength as quickly as possible.
This is a special benefit for battlefield mages.
When magicians throw themselves into the fierce flames of war, the extremely precious potion can be supplied to them without limit.
Of course, you can only use it and cannot take it away.
At this moment, the battlefield is filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.
"Next, everyone, listen to my command! We need to change our tactics and disperse our ranged attack magic, each seeking out targets for precise strikes."
The magician leader standing in front of the team shouted loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
His wise eyes quickly scanned the battle situation around him and he gave orders decisively.
"yes!"
Just as the magicians' overwhelming firepower gradually receded like a tide and finally fell into complete silence, a hint of determination flashed in Catheric's sharp hawk-like eyes.
Without hesitation, he raised the huge hammer in his hand, which was emitting a cold light, and swung it forward with the force of thunder.
"All troops, speed up!"
Following this order, the death knights, wearing heavy armor and holding sharp blades, charged rapidly on their skeleton horses.
A strange blue soul fire flickered in their hollow armor, revealing endless indifference and murderous intent.
The leading death knight suddenly squeezed his horse's belly, and the tall and mighty skeleton warhorse under his crotch galloped out like an arrow.
Soon after, the other Death Knights followed closely behind. For a moment, the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, as if the entire earth was shaking.
At the same time, the liches standing in the back were not idle either.
They all raised their hands, which were as dry as branches, and muttered something.
In an instant, mysterious magical lights flickered and jumped at their fingertips, emitting a heart-pounding and terrifying aura.
"Frost Armor!"
All that could be heard was one of the liches chanting with his broken throat.
As he finished speaking, a powerful magical power gushed out from his body and quickly gathered on his dry hands.
A layer of ice-blue armor also appeared on the bodies of the Death Knights who were still charging.
"Alright everyone! The enemy's top fighters have already been dispatched, now it's our turn to fight!"
As the person with the greatest prestige and command ability in the entire venue, Valentine Copper Fortress took over the responsibility of command without hesitation.
He rode a copper dragon and attacked first, followed by dozens of lower-level dragon knights. They formed a wedge formation and began to use dragon breath to wash the ground.
Although those Death Knights cannot fly, they have extremely high magic resistance and physical damage reduction. Coupled with the defensive power of frost armor, they only need a little effort to resist the dragon breath of lower-level dragon knights.
"Everyone! Prepare the Dragon Lance!"
Valentine's mental fluctuations appeared in the minds of all the lower-level dragon knights.
The dragon knights took out their dragon spears, put them on their waists, and prepared to charge.
"rush!"
Following an order, Valentine bravely advanced and led the dragon knight troops to dive towards the death knight on the ground.
This is also the basic process of the Dragon Knight in air-to-ground combat.
Use dragon breath to consume it first, and then the knight uses dragon spear to attack.
If the enemy is not injured, continue to return to the air and consume him until he falls into a disadvantage due to exhaustion or other reasons.
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