My Summons Are Weird Chapter 161

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The sound of hoofs plowed across the rugged hills, leaving a trail of hoof prints on the wet ground after the rain.

The smell of blood was not diluted by the sudden rain. The muddy-yellow soil on the hill was dyed blood-red by soldiers with sharp knives. The rain washed away the blood in the pit, causing them to continue down the **** and splashed along the way. on the road.

A gust of wind suddenly erupted on the plain, and the crackling raindrops fell on Orcus' face, which was very painful.

Seeing Orcus riding on a flying horse, the Celerian soldiers who were sweeping the battlefield all knelt down on one knee.

Orcus nodded slightly to them, then moved on.

Seeing that a soldier had taken off his armor and swept the battlefield like a mountain of corpses without protection, Orcus stopped him.

"What about your protection?"

The soldier named first saluted, and then replied respectfully: "I tell Sir, I was destroyed by goblin's magic, and I was lucky to survive."

Orkus saw the blue-purple scars on the soldier's chest and abdomen, nodded to him, and praised: "You are loyal and brave, but I order you to go back now and let someone else take over the cleaning work."

"This…"

Orkus did not expect that the soldiers did not respond immediately, but hesitated.

"Why, the order of the Seven Sticks can't move you?"

"That's not the case!" The soldier knelt down quickly, "I've just been looking forward to this war for a long time. The goblins have insulted Cyril twice and three times, and this time they can personally go into battle to kill..."

"obey orders."

Orcus interrupted the soldier's statement: "There will be many battles in the future, don't be in a hurry now, you are all the hope of the empire to dominate Mostana in the future, and you should not be exchanged for one by one by the dying enemy. way to kill."

After sending the regretful soldier off the front line, Orkus' expression became gloomy again, no longer as warm as he had just persuaded.

On the hill, Orcus found Gilbatos resting on a fallen tree.

Gilbartos, who has close relations with many nobles in Cyrel, and who is outstanding in strength, acted as the protector of the light cavalry in this surprise attack on the Goblins.

The advantage of undeclared war is that when Celer's light cavalry appeared on the horizon, the army of goblins who had assembled nearby did not even have time to react, and they were rushed to the point where they could no longer organize effective resistance. .

The ice attribute shield magic and ice attribute interference magic attached to the knight by Gilbatos can also provide defense and slow the attack speed of surrounding enemies.

According to the magician watching from a distance, "a cold cloud of mist crashed into the cornfield."

The Goblins, which were about to be harvested, were first stabbed into candied haws by the spearheaded lancers, and then flung away by these lancers with amazing arm strength, smashing the other goblins into confusion.

The second wave of cavalry entered the field with long knives in their hands and amazing equestrian skills. They were firmly fixed on the horses in various amazing postures and did not fall off in the chaos. forests.

The goblins wanted to disembowel the cavalry's warhorse, but the chain armor wrapped around the belly of the warhorse was amazingly defensive. The iron tools they made could only leave white marks on it, and they would be galloping before they could make other moves. The warhorse of the horse was trampled with its hooves and could no longer be separated from the ground.

Later, the cavalry no longer slashed and slashed in actual combat, but kept sprinting, ruthlessly hunting Goblins with sheer height and speed advantages.

The goblins also thought of using various types of mechanisms to resist horses and caltrops to deal with the cavalry charge, but with Gilbatos, the sixth-order magician in charge, these props basically became decorations.

"Orcus? Shouldn't you be heading to the heavy velvet territory, why did you come here?"

Gilbatos was shaken awake by his subordinates, and he was surprised when he saw Orcus wandering around the burning corpse.

"Your Majesty has given me a new task, and the departure time has been changed, so let's take a look."

It was no longer the light cavalry who had been victorious in the first battle. As the strongest rapid marching team of the Celerian Empire, they rushed to the next location non-stop after receiving a new task, as if they could not feel tired.

The corpses of goblins were thrown by the soldiers into the cremation pits that had been dug, and the magicians who were proficient in fire attribute magic sat in town, burning these corpses, which were most likely to cause plague, to ashes.

From time to time, they could see some goblins pretending to be dead screaming and jumping in the raging fire, rushing out of the fire in fear, but they were only greeted by sharp spears.

Pretending to be dead is the stupidest choice. The Celerians rarely keep prisoners, and the slaves are all found from ordinary people in the occupied areas. Those who are resistant are generally killed on the spot.

Not to mention goblins.

The history of Goblins and Cyrel's opposition is too long, and when Forsbern fell, they jumped out and blamed Cyrel first.

Over the next few hundred years, the friction between the goblins and Sellers continued to escalate.

The entire race that Mostana disdains actually stepped on the head of the empire and constantly humiliated them. Therefore, before the surprise attack on the Goblins, many people shouted the slogan "Hour of Shame".

Orkus looked at all this with cold eyes, and his heart was not disturbed.

He has no hatred for goblins, and he also has a different understanding of the grievances between goblins and Cyrel.

Orkus didn't quite understand why the empire had always been very resistant to talking about the history of his annexation of Forsberen.

A wandering ethnic group annexed the original ethnic group, replaced it, and rose to become the hegemon of the entire continent. Isn't this a very good propaganda text?

However, the fact is that the Empire is very sensitive to Forsbern from top to bottom, for fear that someone will touch it too much.

Goblins can choose to ignore the accusations and abuses of the Celerian Empire. After all, the winner ultimately determines the direction of history, and the loser only deserves to live in a text that can be groomed.

However, this raid on the Goblin Allied Forces shouted "Shame" and "Reckoning" from top to bottom, which made Orkus, who was a book companion all day, a little confused.

Goblin can be a brave enemy, but it should not be an object worthy of being destroyed by countless people in the empire as a "humiliation" and doing everything possible to get revenge.

And the reason is still related to Forsbergen.

Orcus rubbed the corners of his eyes, soothing his somewhat tired eyes staring at the firelight.

He picked up a rough iron sword on the ground and looked at the enchanted pattern on it with interest.

"Wind attribute enchantment..."

As he said that, he input his magic power and waved it twice, and two wind blades suddenly blew out from the iron sword, rushing straight ahead, but the strength was soft.

The Goblin Alliance has also upgraded its weapons. Enchanted weapons of this level should be used by some of the goblin pioneers with good strength.

A giant battle axe found confirmed Orkus' idea.

This size can only be a Berserker's weapon. The magic enchanted on it can strengthen the user's overall strength. It should be suitable for the level of Mithril.

This is the power of a surprise attack. Goblins are not unprepared. Their weapon enchantments are quite good, corresponding to each rank. However, they were beaten by a sudden attack of light cavalry, and the entire army was defeated, throwing away their armor and armor.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Orcus, who was thinking with a gloomy face, suddenly turned his head.

"I want to experiment with summoning a summoned creature here."

"As long as you can control it, please."

Gilbatos was disturbed by Orcus, and he lost sleepiness. He patted his trouser legs that were stained with soil, stood up and walked to Orcus, intending to see what he planned to experiment.

Orcus took advantage of the sea of ​​corpses and blood around him, and when he was deeply impressed, he decided to summon a chariot of flesh and blood again.

Gilbatos doesn't know anything about summoning, but as an excellent magician, he can feel a steady stream of magic power flowing out of Orcus and converging into the void.

"Soon."

It was the sound that made Orcus feel extremely helpless.

No summons came, and the magic power was lost again.

Gilbatos frowned: "What about the summons?"

Orcus said perfunctory: "My summoning description was wrong, so it was interrupted by itself."

Gilbatos glanced suspiciously at Orcus, finally sighed, and reached out and patted Orcus on the shoulder.

"Let's do less dangerous experiments... Karanie just got married and applied to go to the heavy velvet battlefield with her husband. You should go and have a look."

The name Karani made a crack in Orcus' gloomy face, and some inexplicable emotions flowed on the face that was no longer young and wrinkled.

His lips parted slightly and then closed again, and after a while, Orcus patted the hand that Gilbatos put on his shoulder with trembling hands.

"I know...I know...but the child grows up and doesn't want to listen to me."

"She didn't even tell me about marriage in advance. I wanted to attend, but was blocked from the door by members of their family."

"You don't even give face to those with seven sticks, you should teach them a lesson." Gilbatos waved his hand, signaling the surrounding soldiers to stay away.

"Then she'll just hate me even more."

After a long silence, Gilbatos took out a small bottle from his arms ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and handed it to Orcus.

Orcus knew that Gilbatos was a good wine man, and he always had a few cans of "thirst-quenching" hidden in his body.

It stands to reason that you can't drink alcohol when you enter the marching state, and magicians are no exception.

However, His Majesty the Emperor chose to turn a blind eye to the little hobby of Gilbatos, and the only requirement was not to be seen by the people below.

Orcus did not refuse, he poured himself a big mouthful, the hot drink stimulated his mouth, and when he swallowed his throat, it seemed like a flame was burning at the throat.

The feeling of being too irritating made Orcus cough violently.

He's not a drinker, but there are times when you do need those fluids that can numb your head and get away from things.

Chapter end