Chapter 1 The Mages Alliance players surged towards the Niuren Tribe like a tide, hundreds of thousands of people charging over, like a landslide overturning the sea. The warriors in the front, clad in various metal armors, were like a torrent of steel, sweeping over.

Shuise Yantou estimated the distance of the Mages Alliance players, watching them get closer and closer, only about a thousand yards or so away. Shuise Yantou gave a low shout, "Attack!"

Upon the order, the players operating the Frost Ironclad Catapults immediately busied themselves. Boom, boom, boom, the levers in the center of the Frost Ironclad Catapults sprang up one after another, and countless solid iron projectiles screamed towards the Mages Alliance players' lines.

Boom, boom, boom, iron projectiles fell, instantly sweeping across an area of ​​hundreds of yards around, bursting out patches of ice flowers, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost. For a time, people were thrown off their feet and horses were overturned.

Thirty-seven Frost Ironclad Catapults fired a volley, and more than two thousand warriors who rushed over from the opposite side were immediately wiped out by eighty or ninety percent. Only a few lucky people were still alive. This terrifying power was simply chilling.

The remaining warriors of the Mages Alliance looked at each other. Just now, they were surrounded by teammates, but now there was only emptiness around them, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

Charge? Or not charge?

The Frost Ironclad Catapults continued to bombard round after round, and the number of people who rushed over were immediately swept away. Of the seventy or eighty thousand troops that rushed out of Aedon Fortress, casualties quickly exceeded thirty thousand. Under the bombardment of the Frost Ironclad Catapults, the Mages Alliance people howled like ghosts and wolves.

Seeing this scene, the Niuren Tribe players' morale soared. With the Frost Ironclad Catapults as their backing, what were they afraid of? After a few rounds of bombardment, only one out of ten remained. They could just harvest the remaining stragglers.

"Move five Frost Ironclad Catapults to the west to support the Holy Roman Empire!" Cancan Daoguang said. All directions had become chaotic battlefields, and the battle lines of both sides had begun to make contact. The war had fully broken out, and people were everywhere.

Five Frost Ironclad Catapults slowly started and headed to the western battlefield.

Cancan Daoguang quickly mobilized the overall situation, and the Frost Ironclad Catapults were assigned to various battlefields to continue their slaughter.

From the beginning of the battle, the number of casualties on both sides rapidly increased. The Niuren Tribe side, with all the major guilds combined, had suffered more than six thousand losses, while the Mages Alliance side was more tragic, already exceeding forty-five thousand.

In this kind of large-scale war, war machines like the Frost Ironclad Catapults were the most ferocious. Those six Ballista Catapults also stopped bombarding the city walls, adjusted their angles, and bombarded wherever there were many people. Anyway, they had a long range and many attack targets.

Boulders fell from the sky, crushing everything in their path, and countless Mages Alliance players were crushed into meat paste, leaving deep pits on the ground, as if they had been plowed.

What is called tragic? The bodies of the Mages Alliance players were exposed to the attack of the catapults. No matter how strong their defense or how thick their health, they were fragile and vulnerable to a single blow.

On the western side of the battlefield, the Holy Roman Empire was being overwhelmed by the troops of the Holy Guardians. Among the troops of the Holy Guardians, there were more elites. The battle line of the Holy Roman Empire kept moving backwards, and magic was flying in the sky.

One Holy Roman Empire player after another was smashed away.

"Boss, we can't hold on." Several Holy Roman Empire players looked anxiously at Banxing de Huli, who was wearing black armor in the center.

"Boss, you take people to retreat first, we'll hold them back."

"In a little while, the Holy Guardians will charge over!"

Banxing de Huli spat, "Even if we can't hold on, we have to hold on. So many brother guilds are killing their opponents and turning them upside down. We, the Holy Roman Empire, can't lose face. Damn it, those with AoE magic, release it all for me!"

"That will hit the warriors in front."

"Release AoE magic! Why so much nonsense? All the brothers who are killed by AoE magic, I, Banxing de Huli, will compensate you double the loss. All warriors, charge for me, cover the mages!" Banxing de Huli said in the guild chat.

"Boss, why say these things? You only need to say one word, and we brothers will risk our lives." A group of warriors responded in the guild chat.

Charge! Charge!

The warriors in front of the Holy Roman Empire launched a counter-charge against the Holy Guardians, rushing into the Holy Guardians' line without regard for their lives. There was no support around them, it was completely a desperate act. One Holy Roman Empire warrior after another fell on the road of the charge.

The fierce counter-charge caught the Holy Guardians off guard, and their advance speed was slowed down a bit.

"Damn it, these people don't want their lives!"

Magical elements in the sky fluctuated violently.

"Crap, AoE magic! Everyone, retreat quickly!"

"What do the people of the Holy Roman Empire want to do? Aren't they afraid of hitting their own people!"

The Holy Roman Empire players ignored the AoE magic and stubbornly entangled the Holy Guardians.

Waves of AoE magic slammed down, frost, lightning, and fire, rising and falling one after another. The players in the central melee were swept away. No matter which side they were on, as long as they were hit by AoE magic, they would surely die.

This was a suicidal tactic!

The ruthlessness of the Holy Roman Empire stunned the Holy Guardians somewhat. To the Holy Guardians, the Holy Roman Empire was just a small guild. The Holy Roman Empire controlled 5 fortresses, with a total of 160,000 people. The Holy Guardians controlled 30 fortresses, with a total of 670,000 people. The two were completely out of proportion, and this time, those who came to Moonlight City were all elites selected by the Holy Guardians from the guild. It could be said that their strength far exceeded the Holy Roman Empire. But after fighting like this, the number of casualties on both sides was actually similar.

Some leading players of the Holy Guardians discovered that the Holy Guardians lacked a kind of momentum compared to the Holy Roman Empire, a kind of ruthlessness to die together with the enemy.

The Holy Guardians were pushed back again. After the AoE magic was over, the warriors of the Holy Roman Empire charged again, killing towards the front. The people of the Holy Guardians were a little afraid.

Just at this moment, someone shouted, "The catapults are coming from behind. Brothers of the Holy Roman Empire, charge!"

Five giant Frost Ironclad Catapults appeared in their field of vision in the rear. Immediately afterwards, more than twenty black iron projectiles flew over in the sky and smashed into the Holy Guardians' camp. Boom, boom, boom, the people on the Holy Guardians' side fell like wheat being harvested.

The fierce bombardment completely tore apart the Holy Guardians' line, and the remaining people also became a mess. The Frost Ironclad Catapults kept moving forward and bombarded all the way. The morale of the Holy Roman Empire players was like a rainbow, and they charged fiercely.

The Holy Guardians side began a great rout. A small number of them tried to charge in all directions, trying to take down the Niuren Tribe's Frost Ironclad Catapults. But the Holy Roman Empire players stubbornly withstood the impact, refusing to give in to each other. The battle was deadlocked, and the continuous output of the Frost Ironclad Catapults caused the casualties of the Holy Guardians to rise sharply.

The above issued a death order, they could not retreat. They could only bite the bullet and fight on. Once they retreated, Aedon Fortress would be lost, and the defeat of the Mages Alliance would be difficult to reverse. If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. The Holy Guardians would not be able to escape either.

However, the power of the Frost Ironclad Catapults was too fierce. For every Niuren Tribe player that the Mages Alliance and the Holy Guardians killed, they had to pay at least five or six times the loss. If they continued to consume like this, the battle would develop in a direction unfavorable to them.

Kuang Fa's heart was burning with anxiety. He was frantically contacting Cao Xu. He could only ask for help from his backer.

Cao Xu did not give him a reply for a long time.

Kuang Fa was still pinning his hopes on the Century Consortium not easily giving up on them.

On the Niuren Tribe's main battlefield, after a few rounds of bombardment by the Frost Ironclad Catapults, the Mages Alliance side was already crippled.

The Frost Ironclad Catapults stopped bombarding and went to support other battlefields.

"It's time for us to perform, let's kill our way into Aedon Fortress!" Shabusi de Huaidan was already eager to try. He looked at Shuise Yantou in the distance and asked for Shuise Yantou's opinion.

Shuise Yantou smiled and nodded.

"Brothers, kill!"

The Niuren Tribe side suddenly burst into earth-shattering shouts of killing. A group of Niuren Tribe elites took the lead, and the players behind followed closely, like a sharp knife, piercing into the abdomen of the Mages Alliance.

Hei Bai, Wufeng, and others rushed to the front, waving the greatswords in their hands and rampaging, all the way invincible. Those Mages Alliance players were chopped and flown out one after another.

"Mages Alliance brats, taste grandpa's latest magic!" Shabusi de Huaidan said, activating a magic state, and rushed towards the crowd of Mages Alliance people.

"Kill that mage!"

"Damn it, a mage dares to charge!"

When the Mages Alliance players saw Shabusi de Huaidan coming, they cursed, and five or six people rushed towards him.

When they approached within thirty yards of Shabusi de Huaidan, they immediately felt a scorching heat wave coming towards them, and several clusters of red flames appeared in the sky.

What's going on?

Before they could understand what had happened, fireballs fell from the sky like a rainstorm, hitting their bodies. Wherever they ran, the fireballs would hit, like tracking missiles. These fireballs didn't have high attack power, but they were very dense. Generally, after being hit by five or six fireballs, a tank-level warrior would be gone.

These warriors were blown to the ground in a short while. Shabusi de Huaidan rushed into the crowd of Mages Alliance players. Wherever he went, there was a wail of ghosts and wolves, and the ground was covered with corpses. The dense fireballs poured on the ground, and the ground turned into a scorched earth.

The more people there were, the greater the lethality of this magic.

A few players were about to pounce on Shabusi de Huaidan, but he blasted them away with a few spells.

Xia Chong Yubing and others also released small AoE magic spells, sweeping away a piece of the nearby area. They controlled their spells very accurately when casting them, and would never hurt their own people.

The strongest among the magic professions were Tang Yao and Xie Yao. Basically, few players could withstand their attacks. A few so-called top elites of the Mages Alliance rushed over and were knocked to the ground by a single spell from them. This was a difference in strength!