Behind the collapsed camp gate, over a hundred Nikosak stood silently behind the burning wooden framework.

The wave-like sway of the firelight cast reflections on Nidesar's bronze face, veins bulging under his matte skin.

Especially when he saw the billowing smoke rising from the military grain depot, a chilling aura almost seemed to press upon the faces of all the wizards.

The sound of an eagle's cry came from the sky above Nidesar's head, and he pointed his whip towards the wizards hurriedly forming ranks.

"Capture the leader, don't hold back!"

A moment later, the sound of galloping hooves that haunted countless wizards' dreams once again echoed through the night sky.

The friction of black armor and its lining, coupled with the cacophony of battle cries from the Royal Court, caused many of Nidesar's soldiers to change color.

"Quick, shield formation tactic, we're running out of time." Mormon shouted loudly, waving a stick as he herded the wizards into their designated positions like sheep.

"Wasn't it said that Nidesar wouldn't be here tonight?"

"How would I know what's happening? Stand properly."

The so-called shield formation tactic is a common tactic for wizards to counter cavalry charges.

The Church and the nobility's repulsion of wizards, aside from them breaking their monopoly on the extraordinary, was notably because knights and wizards could mutually take each other out in an instant.

Even though knights are thick-skinned and heavily armored to ordinary people, taking a direct hit from a Fireball Technique or Lightning Technique or Acid Ball would leave them gravely injured, if not dead, beyond healing.

On the other hand, when facing knights, wizards fall with a single strike if they get too close.

Based on this characteristic of wizards, the Church developed knights with heaps of armor and demon hunters focused on evasion.

Knights, when facing spells, can withstand them with blessings from Divine Art, while demon hunters can dodge or dispel spells using potions.

By using these two methods to counter spells, combined with the ultra-slow casting speed and the one or two spells per day limitation of wizards, they could quickly close in and suppress the wizards.

After several failures, the wizards gradually updated their tactics, quickly optimizing and iterating after reviews, successfully developing two effective strategies.

The defensive strategy primarily relies on the front-line infantry and body wizards forming a shield wall to prevent cavalry from directly charging into the shaping wizards.

The shaping wizards in the rear sequentially outputting Frost Technique to slow down, then Blinding Shock Technique for stunning, followed by a coordinated Red Dragon Breath Fireball Technique for damage.

The offensive strategy involves wizards carrying swords and holding staffs, charging to a position twenty to thirty meters away, using the magic staff to break the enemy formation before swinging Black Snake Bay's unique serrated swords to charge into the enemy ranks, slashing and killing.

Facing the charge of the Nikosak knights, despite Mormon's profound despair, he still began to form the formation according to the defensive strategy.

The offensive strategy requires a sufficient number of wizards, but most of the wizards present were in a spell slumber state, unable to cast normally.

Mormon could only choose to defend, withstand this assault first, and then figure out a solution.

In the chaos, the wizards quickly formed into five rows.

The first two rows of wizards holding melee weapons, makeshift shields or doors and round stools, stood densely packed, passing a few bottles of awakening potions in turns to drink.

Though only partial suppression was released, it was enough for them to use the most basic body-to-magic techniques.

The remaining three rows were quite spread out, with one shaping-proficient wizard every three or four meters in all directions, and some wizards even climbed onto rooftops on the sides.

Twelve wizards with fingertips flickering blue and white lightning or spinning fireballs, filled with a piercing buzzing sound.

However, after losing their magic staffs, their spell range had greatly decreased, being able to only unleash spell bombardment at a range of five to ten meters.

In other words, they had only one chance.

Looking at the shield formation formed by the wizards, Nidesar grinned, red bloody threads stuck between his pearly white teeth: "Ridiculous."

The sound of hooves thundered as over a hundred Nikosak formed a three-row thick formation, already reaching a distance of fifty meters from the mages.

"Javelins!"

The flickering torchlight suddenly revealed a silver-laden black mist rising among the charging cavalry.

The javelins spun rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they fell into the formation of the shield wall.

These javelins, thrown by knights utilizing a six-step breathing technique, how could their impact be anything less?

The spearhead, like a long needle, deeply pierced into the wooden shield, penetrating the shield holder's arm, and several blood-red gaps appeared in the previously neat shield wall.

Before the screams ended, the second wave of javelin rain descended, accurately shooting through the gaps in the shield wall.

A series of screams rang out as jets of blood sprayed in mid-air, and after two waves of javelins, the wizards' formations began to fall into chaos.

One wizard didn't even wait to get close before he threw the lightning in his hand, inevitably striking only empty air.

Going even further, due to the distraction from the speeding short spears, one wizard's acid sphere hit straight into the back of another frontline wizard.

The victim screamed miserably, falling to the ground, with his spine and ribs corroded exposed.

"Hold your ground, hold your ground! Wait until they get close!"

Mormon paced back and forth in the rear of the formation, constantly encouraging those wavering wizards.

"Javelins!!" This time, it was not the Nikosaks who were shouting, but the wizards in despair.

The third wave of javelins arrived as expected at a very close distance, and the wizards helplessly watched their formations being pierced through, with the formerly dense formation dispersing greatly.

This was Mormon's tactic specifically targeting the wizards, utilizing the arm strength brought by the Extraordinary, to take down the frontline at a long distance first.

Without the frontline, the wizards' spells couldn't hit accurately in the face of rapidly moving knights, and in the end, they could only watch as the Nikosak Knights broke through the formation.

Iron hooves raised, as the warhorses neighed, trampling on the foreheads of the fleeing wizards.

"Kill!"

Once the frontline infantry was breached, there was no suspense left.

The chaotic wizard slaves scattered in disarray, and the disrupted wizards unleashed spells in confusion.

Two wizards were forced too close together by the cavalry, even though they immediately threw out fireballs and lightning from their hands, yet it caused a series of fire waves.

But the fire waves blocked the path of their own wizards.

"Your Excellency, it seems a few wizards have escaped over the wall, should we pursue them?"

Nidesar watched the direction of the warehouse without turning his head: "Just find a few people to go after them, ensure to capture the leader, that's enough. Guards, come out, follow me to extinguish the fire."

After issuing this command, Nidesar led the way towards the direction of the warehouse.

In the second-floor guest room of Gale Castle, a large ice block was placed in the middle of the room, where an elderly lady sat on a rattan chair, her body swaying slightly.

Leaning on the arched window, worryingly gazing towards the camp was the last Count of the Alco Clan—Domenico.

From afar, looking at the camp ablaze with flames, Domenico couldn't help but turn his head and ask the elderly woman behind him: "Grandmother, isn't this a bit too much?"

The elderly woman was exactly seventy, with white hair, sagging skin on her face, dressed in a monochrome black silk gown, and on her wrinkled neck hung a string of colorful beads.

From this kind demeanor and simple attire, she didn't seem like the decisive matriarch of the Alco Clan, more like an old grandmother from some citizen's home.

She hung her head, seemingly dozing, yet her voice was clearly audible: "What are you afraid of?"

The last Count of the Alco Clan, Domenico, cautiously asked: "Lord Nidesar is undoubtedly furious and will surely investigate. It's not just our family involved in this, if someone..."

"It's precisely because we're not the only ones involved, that's why it's safe." The kindly grandmother's words were incredibly calm, yet unbearably sharp, "He's nothing more than a foul foreign vampire lackey, waving the Church's flag, thinking he's the Pope?"

Domenico scratched his head: "Grandmother, you're aware of the nature of other families..."

"It's precisely because I know their nature that I do it." The grandmother yawned, "Do you know why over the years everyone is willing to help me? I am merely an aged woman."

"Because you're devout, and have prestige?"

"What prestige do I have? I'm not a Knight, who knows my name outside Jinhe Town?"

"Because—because you're the leader of the Kush Knights? Ah, I realize, because you have us three brothers, three Counts."

"You've got half of it right, but what are the three of you? No better than that Bernardo bastard."

"Then, then because of your kindness?"

The grandmother of the Alco Clan silently stared at her most incompetent grandson: "Because I always offer everyone the most beneficial conditions."

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