Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Warchief! The war commander ordered you to take your spellcaster and cavalry to the battlefield quickly!"

Since the outbreak of the war, Painhurs’ more than 20,000 cavalrymen have been placed in the rear of the battle line. This defensive battle has little to do with them. The order for the troops is to replenish their energy in the rear and wait for blessings. Root’s reinforcements arrived and became the spearhead of the entire army, defeating the Persian army in one fell swoop.

Anyway, I am idle, Painhurs simply asked the elves of Panticapone to copy hundreds of copies of the training method of spell countermeasures and copy them to the warlocks of the Wind Howl clan to learn them, and Divide them into two teams and fight against each other in the practice class, disintegrating the opponent's magic.

As for those high elves? The Song of Blue Sky brought six hundred mages to join the expedition, but only one hundred families were truly capable of fighting. The remaining four hundred people are all young people who have just been involved in a circle of arcane arts, a group of apprentices of wizards, their only purpose here is to copy enough knowledge to go home.

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"what's going on?"

Painhurs said without looking back. With the help of rote memorization over the past few months, he has figured out more of the gestures and words necessary for the use of spells, and his ability to recognize spells has become stronger and stronger. In this simulation training, he instantly recognized the opponent's thoughts. The spell to be cast, and use the same magic to disintegrate and cancel it.

With the passage of time, the men and horses have gradually explored the secret of magic countermeasures. If the enemy's level is much lower than their own, the probability of successful countermeasures will become very high.

However, if the enemy's level is too much higher than one's own, and the magical attainments are far above one's own, the probability of countering success will be infinitely close to zero. So far, apart from the chiefs of the Windhowl clan, no warlock has succeeded in dissolving Painhurs' magic.

"Those **** mixed-bloods are cruel! Warchief, the commander commanded you to leave right away!"

The scout panted and waved the red flag in his hand.

"The front line needs your reinforcements, right away! Right away!"

Pain Hess nodded, and immediately led the wind howling warlock under his command and a group of elf wizards who lived on the grassland and were also very skilled in riding to the battlefield.

Behind them, the two sisters Christina quickly gathered thousands of heavy-armored barbarians, wielding the halberd longbow in their hands, and went to support the front line.

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The seventh Claudius regiment, the current situation is very pessimistic. In the past, although the momentum of the Sassanid Persian charge was unstoppable, dozens of solid barriers had been torn apart in the frenzy of war songs, but the defenders could rely on geographical advantages, traps, and friendly support from the next line of defense. Retreat safely, keeping the loss within a small range.

However, this time, the steel golem and the half-devil archer crushed the entire line of defense like a tide, and entangled the vanguard. The soldiers of the Seventh Army fell like weeds, and the guards were behind them. The First Italian Legion didn't even dare to open the door, fearing that the other party would rush over directly.

"You can count it! Hurry up! Listen to my orders and bombard those steel sculptures with thunder."

A dark shadow hidden under the dark green cloak said anxiously to Painhurs' army.

The lord of the legion waved the flag in his hand, and immediately left with the army mage, chanting dense arcane spells. The arcane fluctuations caused by this large-scale spell chanting immediately attracted the attention of the Persian mage. Waiting for the first mage, feeling that his spell was interrupted by the demons, and when it collapsed, he immediately raised his right hand!

"It's now!!!"

The warlocks of the Wind Howl clan immediately launched their actions. When the opponent was too late to counter the next spell, they quickly chanted the spell of thunder. Hit **** the bodies of those steel golems!

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