The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Without magic, the magician will never be able to carry out any attacks. They stand in the middle of the team and watch the companions who are constantly killed by the magicians in the front line. Their eyes are red and bloodshot. They hold the staff in their hands. At this moment, they feel that they are so small and their strength is so insignificant in the large-scale battle.

Their brothers are still fighting against the enemy, but they can only hide in the rear. They are foolishly looking at the tragic situation in front of them. They can't even provide the minimum support or even attack.

"Damn it! Damn! Damn it! " The young magician stood in the crowd, his face was already full of tears, his red face was full of despair and unwillingness, and his staff was almost broken.

"The priests have gone back to the city to get the potions. Those who have exhausted their magic power, give me time to rest. As soon as the potions arrive, you should join the battle immediately. Don't make me cry. The reason why we can stand is that the knight brothers and swordsman brothers paid for their lives. They all remember it for me!" The wolf roared, seven wolves have been completely assigned to the whole battlefield, as the earliest members of the sunset, they are responsible for the arrangement of their team.

At this time, negative emotions should not be allowed to appear on the battlefield.

"Yes!" Magicians wipe away tears and respond firmly.

They don't have the right to cry. What they really sacrifice is their brothers. They don't have the right to feel sorry for themselves here. They need to recover quickly to give the demon the biggest blow when the potion arrives.

The whole battle lasted for a long time, from day to night, with countless casualties on both sides.

In the Alliance Army, the number of casualties of knights has reached a very terrible level. There are only a few hundred thousand Knights left in the million cavalry. Many of them are already scarred and hard to support. After a whole day and a night of fighting, both sides of the battle have entered a state of extreme fatigue.

The bowmen's hands have been shaking uncontrollably due to the long-term pulling of the bow. The priests are exhausted in all physical strength, and the magicians are already bloodless.

In the middle of the night, the flames flickered, illuminating all parts of the battlefield. Everywhere, the fallen bodies could be seen.

"Retreat back to the city." Suddenly, a white light enveloped the earth. For a moment, the sound of repair appeared in everyone's ears.

In the first time, the Union Army reacted, quickly contracted the front, and quickly drew the whole team closer to the sun.

In this war, the physical strength and energy of all people were completely overdrawn, and the first team that entered the sun never set fell down in a large area at the moment of stepping into the city gate.

Outside the city, they can be desperate to squeeze their last strength to fight against the demons, but when they step into the familiar sun, the bones of their whole body are like scattered scaffolds, which makes people suddenly faint and suffer from serious physical exhaustion.

Shen Yanxiao stood at the gate of the city. Her white clothes were soaked with blood. She watched the soldiers returning to the city under the cover of artillery.

The human constitution is incomparable with that of the demon. The physical strength of the demon is second only to that of the dragon. Even if you fight for three days and three nights, you won't feel tired. However, most of the Allied forces are human beings. In such a high-intensity battle, the human body can't last for a long time.