Chapter 317: Cavalry attack

It seemed that they never worried about supplies, but the army of the Drew Empire found that their intelligence system had completely lost its effectiveness. The magical creatures that sneaked into the place and the magicians' various remote observation magic seemed to have suddenly failed.

The only judgment that Master Thoren of the Magician Guild could make was that the other priests used magic to block the use of magic.

Fanster looked there for a while, and there was no movement in the barracks opposite, but some weak orcs in charge of the baggage were walking around there. Prince Fanster asked the logistics officer behind him:

"Is there any problem with our supplies?"

The logistics officer replied confidently:

"His Royal Highness, the Prince has stored enough storage for the troops in the barracks for half a year in the nearby warehouse."

A legion commander next to him asked:

"Your Highness, the heavy cavalry in the military camp has been completely assembled, with a total of 1,400 people and a total of 5,000 light cavalry. They can provide twenty magicians with help. Should we go out and harass you now?"

Prince Fanster calculated carefully there and nodded. After all, after so many days of stalemate, the battle without any result was extremely harmful to his morale. This was also extremely unfavorable for his own control of the army. The reason why it was even more hidden in his heart was that Prince Fanster always had an unpredictable and profound feeling about the werewolf barracks in front of him.

Because no matter what the orcs are, their actions these days are too unconventional, making him feel less and less confident.

In addition, the priests and knights who had strongly supported him in the past suddenly said that they had received the order from Muni Cathedral and were all pulled back from the front line. Although the combat power and help of these people were not decisive for the legion that was close to 100,000 people.

But for Prince Fanster, he was wondering whether the other party had given up his support. However, he had always been trying to calm down and made up his mind. If he completely lost his troops in his hands, he would go back and be a prince with peace of mind.

Anyway, it was his own sister, so things might still have a turnaround. No matter how he planned it, the commander of the legion obtained his permission and began to order the cavalry troops to be summoned.

Because the werewolf's fighting and running tactics had already made the Drew Empire's army exhausted, the military camp had already begun to use the most mobile cavalry together to completely offset the werewolf's flexibility. Only forty griffin knights were also preparing.

It was because the arrangement was made a few days ago that after Prince Fanster issued this order, the heavy cavalry and light cavalry in the barracks were quickly prepared. The middle section of the fence of the barracks, the iron-clad city gates creaked open, and the heavy cavalry and light cavalry came out one after another.

As the human military camp drums sounded, the werewolf camp opposite also blew the horns, and smoke and dust began to rise. The werewolf soldiers walked out of the tent with weapons and shields, and soon formed a loose formation in front of the tent.

The magician beside Prince Fanster, who was looking up at a high place, cast his eyes down, and the scene that seemed to be seen by the falcons in the sky appeared in the air in front of him. The generals who had been through the battle formation focused on the scene in front of him. After a little calculation, they knew that the number of werewolves was still the same.

This also made Prince Fanster, who had always been worried that the other party's camp was a skeptical plan, breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how fast the werewolves ran this time, they would not be as fast as the elite cavalry of the Drew Empire. I believe the trouble in front of him should be relieved. Prince Fanster thought of this and turned around and followed the priest of the Temple of War beside him. This priest was the priest Lair from the United States of Madhan City. To be polite:

"Master Lair, please gather the believers of the God of War in the Temple. I think those who go out to sweep the battlefield will definitely be the people blessed by God."

The believers of the God of War are not generally referred to those who pray and worship in the Temple of War. Even some priests of the God of War cannot get this title, because the believers of the God of War are the most elite troops in the Temple of War and the most elite troops of the Drew Empire. The great patriarch of the Temple of War has the blood of the Drew Empire's royal family, and he will never marry and have no descendants for his life, so he can gain the favor of the God of War to gain strength. Therefore, his mastery of this force is actually equivalent to the Drew's royal mastery.

The composition of the believers of the God of War is elite warriors and warriors. The biggest premise for these powerful people to be called believers is that they have completely converted to the God of War and have sworn not to believe in other gods. This is different from those who do level tests and pray in the Temple of War. Those people are only called "God of War Blessers".

The daily work of the "believers" does not even have to pray, but only exercise their combat skills and cooperate with the priests of the God of War. In the laws of the Drew Empire, those who become believers of the God of War are at least not recorded by civilians, and there are no examples of intermarriage with people from other countries within five generations of their family.

This ensures that the believers of the God of War have pure and industrialized pure Drews to act as the one. In fact, most of the believers of the God of War are the second sons of the little nobles and are also the most brave people in this country.

Master Lyle heard Prince Fanster's order, bent his waist to express his obedience, and whispered a few words with a priest beside him. The priest ran down and informed the believers of the God of War to prepare for battle. In addition, as the most elite believer of the God of War, there were a total of 15,000 people in the Drew Empire, and there were two thousand people in this military camp.

After arranging all the orders, Prince Fanster ordered to the generals and legion commanders around him:

"Now, according to yesterday's plan, the legions are ready to attack at any time to clear the invasion of these demon slaves for the empire."

With the sound of drums, the cavalry outside constantly changed their formation and adjusted their impact queues. The heavy cavalry must have a complete queue to form the maximum impact and lethality. Before this, the light cavalry throwing javelins and firing bows and arrows must start harassing first.

Because only infantry and a small number of cavalry were going out to fight these days, the werewolf may not be familiar with this tactic, but they arranged the formations according to the routine. The light cavalry was very fast and soon arrived in front of the array. Drew's light cavalry turned a corner about fifty meters away from the werewolf, and raindrop-like javelins and bows floated over.

As light infantry were just simple iron wooden shields, long swords and iron armor on their hands. However, these heavy javelins and steel arrows that were not enough to protect against the great battles between humans for many years. The werewolves in the front row were caught off guard and fell down a large area as if they were cutting wheat.

However, the loose formation protected this point, and the werewolfs behind quickly opened the distance. According to records in documents hundreds of years ago, the orcs would immediately disintegrate after being attacked like this. However, this time it was different. The werewolf just quickly adjusted the queue.

Then he retreated step by step toward the back. The soldier was also a commander in charge of the army outside. Seeing that the opponent's formation was harassed by the long-range weapons of the light cavalry, there was no sign of collapse. Instead, the defense was extremely well-organized, and I couldn't help but worry slightly.

In those classics, every time the orc attack was attacked by a ranged weapon, it immediately retreated. It couldn't help but curse in my heart. Those useless legends shouted at the magician beside me and said:

"You and your companions have a magical blow!!"

In the Drew Empire, although the magic civilization is prosperous, the status of the magician is not as high as that of other countries. In Drew, all the powerful power is led by a supreme military commander. It must be subject to the command of the military leader. Although the status of the Grand Master Thorne is extremely noble, it cannot change this fact.

Hearing the order of the legion commander, several magicians immediately quickly blessed each other with magic and slowly rose into the air. The great war magic was different from private fights. When several magicians rose into the air, their bodies were already covered with spells to defend against long-range strikes.

The originally clear sky above the werewolf army formation began to spread dark clouds, and lightning flashed faintly in the clouds. It was obviously a large thunderstorm spell. As soon as the dark clouds on his head formed, the werewolf's formation, which was originally quite strict, immediately seemed a little unstable, but the commander of the army commander was very dissatisfied there. The most powerful force on the battlefield was flame spells, but he knew it in his heart.

As early as a hundred years ago, magicians had no more powerful flame spells except for their personal fireballs and flames. Magic theorists were powerless to do anything about this phenomenon and could only explain it in a general way that many wars consumed the fire element of the magic element too clean, which caused the decline of fire magic.
Chapter completed!