Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 66 Assault (Part Two)

However, if things could be solved simply by shouting, then you would have to be a Dragonborn who suddenly mastered the Sky Dragon Shout.

Just as the bandit archers were barely managing to rally and prepare to ambush their opponents again, they were met with a real hail of arrows.

The Flame Fist archers began preparing as soon as the enemy assembled. Once the enemy archers were exposed and the distance between them and the enemy was within their comfortable firing range, they unleashed a barrage of arrows at the enemy in perfect unison.

Indeed, it was a deluge. The bandit archers found themselves caught off guard by the enemy's arrows flying towards them in a dense, carpet-like formation, leaving them little time to even dodge.

The slender arrow sliced ​​through the air and arrived in the blink of an eye. The sharp arrowhead pierced through flesh and blood and passed through the body. Bright red blood flowed freely on the green grass. These two things, both representing vitality, complemented each other, yet they created a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

In an instant, apart from the lucky bandits who were leaning against the wooden wall, the rest, especially the archers, suffered almost fatal blows.

As for Creedus, whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, he was hit in the arm by an arrow, and after giving the order to hold the line, he hurriedly ran back to the camp.

The Flame Fist soldiers, pressing their advantage, continued their advance. Under the cover of archers and rangers behind them, the enemy was unable to mount any effective resistance. They could only watch helplessly as the Flame Fist troops pressed closer, venting their fear with hysterical howls and hoping for support from their comrades behind them.

Forward! Forward! We, the Flame Fist, are fearless!

Despite their numerical advantage, the Flame Fist soldiers never considered this group of bandits as their true adversaries, and what happened next only reinforced their belief.

Sloppy discipline, panicked shouts, and sparse, ineffective arrows—these were the opponent's responses to the Flame Fist offensive.

Raise your shield, grip your sword tightly, with reliable comrades by your side and your brothers-in-arms behind you, there is nothing else to worry about, nothing to hesitate about. For justice and honor, advance, in the name of Flamingfist! (We are the sword of flamingfist!)

With their eyes darting around, the Black Claw bandits, who were already seriously considering which direction to escape in, finally received their reinforcements.

The Flame Fist soldiers, who were already quite close to the bandit camp, suddenly found that the enemy's arrows had become denser. Several comrades were even shot in the limbs before they could react, and were wounded and temporarily removed from the battle.

Slowing their pace and using their shields for better cover, the Flame Fist warriors discovered that a group of hideous goblins had joined their ranks, continuously unleashing vicious arrows from their drawn bows.

Fortunately, Flame Fist's side was not to be underestimated. Seeing that the vanguard was blocked, the priests accompanying the army immediately cast several low-level divine spells.

As the light of the blessing spell fell upon them, the Flame Fist fighters, who had been struggling to move forward, felt their hands gripping their weapons become stronger, and their spirits were lifted.

The bandits on the other side were unlucky; two immobilization spells landed on their heads. Except for a few lucky ones who were immune to the spells, the rest could only watch helplessly as the enemy unleashed a barrage of retaliatory arrows upon them.
With the tide turning and the enemy gaining strength, the disorganized bandits were powerless against the enemies who were practically charging at their noses. And what made them even more furious was yet to come.

Perhaps not wanting the priests to steal the spotlight, the mages, who were also spellcasters, followed suit and cast a fear spell on the other side.

This is where things get interesting. The range of the Fear spell far exceeds that of the Immobilize spell, and this attack dealt a heavy blow to the already panicked bandit group.

In an instant, some of the bandits behind the wooden wall line fled, some ran around in fear, and some were shot and bleeding while still under the effects of the immobilization spell, unable to move.

But none of them rushed up to defend the position and engage the enemy.

The Flame Fist soldiers who had rushed to the front lines had already opened the wooden gates of the camp wall. It seemed they were about to strike at the heart of the enemy, capture the enemy leader, and end this farcical battle in one fell swoop. The outcome was decided! "The outcome is decided!" Ska said as well.

Zhang Yuan, who was standing next to him, actually thought so too, but just in case, and also to get some energy points, he still summoned all his chess pieces.

With the protection of the robe and the built-in mage armor, all four spells that Zhang remembered today were level one monster summoning spells.

As a mage, he, along with commander Ska and nearly half of the reserve force, provided cover for the vanguard's attack.

As spells were cast one by one, Tiny, Crystal Maiden, and Tinker all appeared on the battlefield, with the remaining summoning opportunity reserved as a backup plan.

Someone who recently reaped a considerable amount of energy from Xike'er and the Digging Bug has prepared some fresh "goodies" for today's battle.

The summoned Tiny and Ice Maiden quietly guarded their master's side, while the Tinker, supported by the Ice Maiden's aura, launched his missiles at the enemy without any hesitation. It's unknown which unlucky guys contributed nine points of energy to Zhang Yuan.

Just when someone thought the battle would end in this way—beating a dog when it's down—an unexpected turn of events occurred.

While the side in control may be furious about unexpected events, for the side on the verge of despair, they can be a lifeline.

The outer defenses had been breached by the Flame Fist soldiers. As they continued their advance toward the enemy's encampment, with the troops behind them following suit, a fireball was unleashed.

"Take cover!" The soldiers in front only had time to drop to the ground and cover their torsos and heads with their shields before the fireball, radiating orange-red flames, arrived, grinning as it spread its scorching destruction.

Zhang Yuan, standing behind, only saw a flash of red light, followed by flames that covered a circular area with a radius of about ten meters. A wave of scorching heat, carrying the acrid smell of burning, hit his face.

Looking up at that area again, the four or five Flame Fist soldiers who had been hit had not lost their lives on the spot, but they were burned and scalded. They could only lie on the ground struggling to survive, and the movements that were easy to get up in the past were now extremely difficult.

Fortunately, the Flame Fist fighters did not advance in a dense formation after charging into the enemy ranks, and the gaps between them were wide enough; otherwise, this fireball spell could have caused even greater damage.

The teammates rushed forward, ignoring the burns on their fingers, and peeled off the still-warm helmet and armor, carrying the wounded soldier to the priest at the rear.

Meanwhile, the bandits, whose morale had been completely extinguished and who were only concerned with fleeing and begging for surrender, actually mustered up some courage. Although they did not dare to counterattack, they slowly gathered together, trying to delay Flame Fist's offensive and buy time for reinforcements.

This is just a cheap level 3 spell, yet it can have such an effect on the battlefield. The power and deterrent effect of the spell made someone yearn for it.

However, the most important thing right now is to find the mage who is the culprit, otherwise it would be a disaster if he were allowed to cast spells so freely on the battlefield.

Of course, Zhang Yuan wasn't the only one who thought of this. In fact, several mages and priests had already locked their eyes on a certain figure.

Thanks to Lazy Yinglong and Jiang Weicheng for the donations.

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(End of this chapter)