Chapter 18 Hero Units

Although the pixel style is the best choice for low cost, because it is composed of pixels, once there are too many NPCs on the same screen, it will become difficult to tell who is who.

Perhaps due to this consideration, once an army-scale battle begins, it will automatically transform into a war chess game.

"Hiss! Is that brain matter? How much hatred is this?"

However, no matter how clear it was, it was just a pixelated style, and there was no nausea at all. Mixed with the deafening thunder outside the window, Li Chengqi ate instant noodles and watched.

At this time, the second round had passed. The bandits, who had been hit by two waves of arrows, finally charged in front of the soldiers and smashed their shields with axes, hammers, sticks and other weapons.

But it seems that none of the defenses have been broken...

As long as the number of soldiers is not absolutely inferior, it is still very easy for soldiers to deal with bandits. The equipment and training are too different, and the bandits who come up are quickly overthrown by the spearmen.

And Viola has a secret weapon.

At the very back, there were four guys in robes, who couldn't even tell whether they were male or female. At this time, they all raised their wooden staffs.

One after another, fireballs passed over the soldiers in front from the rear and hit the bandits' camp. A round of firepower caused a group of bandits to lie down in the middle and rear of the bandit team.

"This is magic, right?"

It feels almost as powerful as artillery.

Li Chengqi put down the bucket and clicked on a 'robed man's' ability panel with the mouse.

The title says 'Original Palace Magician'. In the skill column below, there are seven or eight skills in the magic column. The one that just passed by should be the 'Fireball' in the skill column.

Even a layman like Li Chengqi could see that if this continued, it wouldn't take long for the bandits to be wiped out. It was just a matter of time.

And just when he was just picking up the instant noodles again, a pixel villain suddenly jumped out from the direction of the bandits. Not only did he poke through the bandits' formation, but he also pushed back the soldiers who were raising their shields. One grid.

Even though he was surrounded by soldiers, the man still slowly stood up and put the sword on his shoulder, not caring about the spears around him.

At first glance, you can tell that this style of painting is not just a piece of shit. It is probably a heroic unit.

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Viola wiped the rain off her forehead and said to the guard knight beside her:

"Let the archers aim at the rear of the bandits to prevent them from retreating to the camp."

The battle went as smoothly as expected. In addition to the quality of the soldiers being higher than the bandits, the biggest advantage was that their side had magical support.

Unlike divine magic, magic not only requires qualifications, but is also very difficult to learn. At one time, how many mages a country could support could be seen as a criterion for judging the country's strength.

There are nearly a hundred court mages in the Demonic Kingdom of Avarus, but when the capital was breached, this group of people either fled for their lives or got separated. In the end, only four people stayed with Viola, and they were all the ones who were originally ranked at the bottom among the court mages and were not taken seriously.

It is an exaggeration to say that magic can change a war, but it still has the ability to change the outcome of a battle.

The four mages had just thrown a round of fireball spells. The originally hot-blooded bandits calmed down instantly, and their eyes became much kinder. The team ran back while being beaten.

At this point, it was basically considered a victory, and Viola began to think about the issues to be dealt with after the war.

"Your Highness, please don't be happy too early."

Hill, who had nothing to do, quietly came over and played with the braids under his hood and said:

"There's a very strong person in the camp and something could go wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard 'Choke——!' coming from the other side of the battlefield! ’ A sharp cry, like a sharp sword being unsheathed.

An almost invisible figure quickly approached from behind the bandit. The bandit in front of him was cut in half almost instantly, and ran straight into the front shield soldier.

--boom!

A loud noise like a bomb exploding sounded at the front of the front line. The falling rainwater was shaken away, and the shield wall was dented by the impact.

The man about thirty years old stood up slowly, put the sword on his shoulder, and shouted in a cynical tone:

"Princess Viola! I demand the implementation of the ancient knight's creed and a one-on-one showdown with me!"

This operation is similar to fighting in front of the formation, except that it is not limited to the battle in front of the formation, and it is usually proposed by the disadvantaged side, and usually will not refuse.

It can be regarded as a well-established rule that prevails on all battlefields.

Despite her impressive power, Viola was not weak at all. She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and was about to step forward when Shelley, the knight of the guard at the side, quickly stepped forward to stop her.

"Your Highness, he is not worthy of your action. Let me do it."

"Are you sure?"

"I sure can."

It is understandable that the knight wants to prove himself in front of his lord.

Viola thought for a moment, nodded and said:

"Be careful, that man's swordsmanship is a bit special."

"As you command!"

After receiving permission, Shelley drew out his sword and ran forward to meet him.

Shelley was the smallest of the Knights of the Guard and was often questioned as to whether he was of age.

Because of this, Shelley urgently needs a chance to prove himself.

But even though he was very happy, Shelley also knew that the other party was difficult to deal with and he had to be careful.

The line of soldiers separated from the center to make room for single combat.

"Huh? Princess Viola actually sent a little boy?"

The man laughed in astonishment:

"Even if the princess doesn't go on the field herself, there's no need to send a child, right?"

"I'm not a child!"

Holding a long sword, he took an attacking stance:

"I'm Shelley, the Knight of the Guards!"

"Oh? The stance is quite decent."

The basis of fighting is intelligence, and an old hand can tell whether the enemy has worked hard on swordsmanship by looking at the stance.

Although he is small, he is not a small fish that can be easily dealt with.

Making a judgment in his mind, the man also raised his sword and took a stance:

"Remember, I'm Roy!"

Shelley was also staring at Roy's stance, trying to identify the other party's swordsmanship school, but found nothing.

To be precise, it seems that he has integrated the swordsmanship of several schools, and it's more like hiding his own details.

"You don't look like an ordinary bandit. What is your purpose in lurking in the mountains!"

"You have some eyesight, little girl. But do you think I will tell you obediently if you ask?"

As Roy spoke, he put away his playful mentality and his eyes fixed.

Shelley only felt a gust of wind coming from the front, and Roy, who was just in his sight, disappeared.

He was in the blind spot of his vision!

Shelley reacted quickly, and blocked the long sword in his hand downwards, and heard a crisp sound of "clang--!", and the two swords collided with each other.

"Good reaction, at least he is not a rookie."

The force from the blade made Shelley frown slightly:

"This is an assassination sword! Who are you!"

"I said I won't tell you."

Blocking with force, the sword tip was bounced away, and Shelley immediately found that he had lost the opponent's trace again, but his skin felt a chill approaching.

——clang!

The blades collided with each other again, and this time the force was much greater than the last time, and his fingers were slightly numb.

Strength, speed, these two indicators are far better than mine!

After only two exchanges, Shelley realized that the opponent's basic ability was much stronger than his own.

But it was far from time to give up, Her Royal Highness the Princess was watching!

"Demon Lord, please give me strength!"