Leaving aside the Lich, although a spellcaster's physique was much stronger than a normal human's, it was still impossible for them to reach the standard of a warrior of the same energy level. Thus, after suffering such an unparalleled impact, Archmage Anthony quickly lost all signs of life after a brief struggle.
His death was a clean one.
It was worth mentioning that in this short exchange of blows, Caesar had suffered attacks that were several times more ferocious than before. His body, which had already recovered, was once again covered with wounds in an instant.
It couldn't be helped. Although under the effects of the hormones, his strength, speed, and reflexes had been greatly increased, but his defensive abilities did not have much of an effect. After all, hormones were not fantasy items, and could not allow Caesar to instantly break through in the face of danger, surpassing an entire realm and becoming invincible.
A situation where the difference between heaven and earth did not exist for Caesar. To be honest, the current Black Dragon was not much more powerful than before. He had only taken advantage of the information update to cause the other party to make a mistake in judgment, and seized the opportunity in one fell swoop to achieve such a result.
In other words, under the situation where the other party had sufficient understanding and was vigilant, Caesar still could not kill Archmage Anthony.
Because he had touched the other party's sore spot — the mage was the most important part of the army — the knights' attacks from behind had caused considerable damage to Caesar.
However, all of this was no longer important. The mage was dead, and Caesar had obtained the most fruitful result of this battle. He did not care about the rest.
Moreover, through the various feedback from his body, the Black Dragon knew that although he seemed to have become stronger, the actual situation was not optimistic. He did not know when he would drop the ball.
The hormones had caused him to enter a state of excitement, but this did not mean that Caesar had lost his mind. After a brief analysis, this fellow turned around and fled. First, he used his powerful strength to rush out of the encirclement of the knights, then like an airplane taking off, he ran for tens of meters, flapped his wings, and flew into the sky.
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At the same time, the attack on the main battlefield had already ended. The orcs fearlessly attacked the ten heavy ballistae, and finally, after paying the price of nearly thirty warriors' lives, they finally destroyed all the ballistae.
Regardless of subjective opinions, it was not easy for them to achieve such a result against an elite army. The main reason why they were able to succeed so smoothly was mainly because of Archmage Sve. The spellcasters and knights of the human army had all been transferred away. The Black Dragon had attracted most of their forces, and they had lost most of their means of retaliation against the orc wizards that suddenly appeared.
The orcs followed the Black Dragon's instructions. Even if they had the ability to further increase their victory, they were not blinded by the benefits before them. After completing the mission, they quickly began to retreat to avoid being surrounded by Roy's other army.
Fifteen minutes after the battle, Roy, Roy's, and's, Roy's, Roy's, and Roy's Roy's return.
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"What's going on?"
His face was gloomy. Although no one present was more annoyed than him, and even though he was so angry that he was about to go crazy, he still had to maintain his composure without showing his emotions.
He was the backbone of the army. If he went mad, cursed, and whipped the soldiers to vent his anger, then the army would completely collapse. In the eyes of the squires, such actions were equivalent to announcing the defeat of the war.
Roy would never do that.
"My lord."
The soldier closest to Roy knelt down on one knee while leaning on his sword. His two-handed sword was already bent, and there were lacerations on his hands. It was obvious that he had experienced an extremely difficult and high-intensity battle and had fought a bloody battle. "The orcs attacked our camp and destroyed the ballistae."
Sweat was still dripping from the soldier's helmet. His face was red with shame.
"They destroyed the ballistae?"
Roy clenched his hands behind his back. His gaze swept across the pile of scrap metal in the corner. His expression was uncertain. "Then why are you still alive?"
"There's a spellcaster among them, my lord."
The soldier's head lowered even more. "He's a great mage. Even if we give up our lives, we won't be able to stop him."
"What a poor excuse. As the army of the Brendel family, there's no reason for you to be defeated by an orc tribe."
Roy gestured for the soldier in front of him to stand up. He stared at the silent soldiers behind him. "This result makes me feel ashamed. If you encounter the orcs again, you know what to do."
[Will there be a next time?]
Roy did not know, but he still had to say what he had to say. But in the current situation, he could not sprinkle salt on the wounds of these soldiers. Otherwise, if their morale fell to a freezing point, they would not even know if they could successfully retreat from the wilderness.
"How long did the battle last?"
Roy took a few steps forward and crouched down in front of the pile of scrap metal. He held the broken parts of the ballistae in his hands and asked.
"Less than ten minutes." The soldier behind him immediately replied.
This is madness!
The young noble's heart skipped a beat. He knew the strength of his troops. Even though there were less than three hundred soldiers left, it was still not something that the orcs could defeat in ten minutes.
This was an almost impossible task.
The orcs' goal was the ballistae. But before he left, he had specifically instructed the soldiers to protect the ten ballistae. He trusted his subordinates unconditionally. There was no need to ask to know that the soldiers who stayed behind did not go easy on them. They must have done their best to protect the ballistae.
However, under such circumstances, the Orcs only needed ten minutes to complete their goal. They destroyed all the ballistas and successfully retreated.
There was only one possibility for them to do this.
Based on the reports from his subordinates, the traces of the battle, and the remnants of magic power, Roy was almost certain that the old sorcerer from the Stone Crow Clan had exhausted his body's potential in order to complete the mission. He had even used up his life force to cast spells.
Other than madness, what else could be used to describe it?
That old man did not have many years left to live, but he was still trying so hard. It was as if he did not want to live anymore.
If it was not for the old wizard, even if his soldiers could not defeat the orcs, they could at least delay the orcs for ten to fifteen minutes, or even longer, until he returned and completed the encirclement.
Roy did not expect the Stone Crow clan to go to such an extent.
"Wait!"
The young noble thought. Suddenly, he thought of something and stood up from the ground. "Why is the cavalry not back yet?"
It was impossible for a human's physical strength to sustain such a long battle. If his cavalry had been chasing after the Black Dragon until now, they should have been exhausted.
Wayne was not that stupid. Regardless of whether they gave up the chase or not, they should have returned by now. Why was there no sign of them until now?
Unless this troop was also in trouble.
Roy had a bad feeling. He took out a crystal from a pile of crystals in the lining of his gray robe.
This was a one-time use magic item. It was very common in Airadia and had a wide range of uses. It contained the magic power of the spellcaster, Anthony.
After it was broken, it could resonate with other crystals that contained the same magic power, transmitting sound and images. It was widely used for long-distance communication.
Roy crushed the crystal with all his might.