Mage Joan

The sound of horseshoes from far and near interrupted everyone's small talk, and they all put away their smiles and performed investigations.

Sure enough, the group of cavalry soldiers who had fled not long ago led a large group of companions back to their deaths. They couldn't visually detect three hundred horses, almost the size of a cavalry camp.

What made everyone shudder is that this cavalry battalion... also dragged eight cannons!

"Damn it! It's a 6-pound cavalry gun!" Edward's face was pale, "Now we are in big trouble!"

The chaser learned the lessons of the previous advance, and stopped a thousand steps away from the garbage dump. The eight cavalry guns lined up, the major battalion commander swung his knife and the artillery roared.

The cannonballs crossed the shining curve in the night sky, and fell into the garbage dump one after another, exploding violently!

Master Rawls released the 7-ring "group bouncing magic ball" in time, shrouding himself and the three students beside him in the force field shield, avoiding shrapnel splashing.

Those "activated scarecrows" can't take care of them, they can only watch them torn apart by the cannon, and broken pieces of cloth and straw fly all over the sky.

"Damn it! You actually bombed the mage with big cannons, you are too much!"

Thomas was so angry that he scolded the enemy for not using martial arts, but there was nothing wrong with being angry.

The enemy's position is far beyond the range of the spell, but the artillery can easily blast over, and there is no good fruit to go on like this.

Master Rawls sighed, took out a teleporting scroll from his pocket, and said to the students beside him:

"We tried our best. It's not easy to delay until now. Let's withdraw while the enemy hasn't besieged!"

"It would be great if Brother Qiao'an was here, he must be able to misfire the pesky cannons opposite!" Allen said to himself unwillingly.

The young warlock did not expect that an inadvertent emotion touched the "Myth Alert" network, prompting someone on the other side of the ocean to cast a glimpse at this artillery dump.

"Tinco!"

Qiao An remotely revealed the psychic version of "corrosion" through the remote-view mirror.

Fingertips traversed the cannons lined up along the mirror, and the eight bronze cannons suddenly became rusty and mottled.

Before the shells came out of the chamber, the heavily rusted barrel exploded on its own, and the frantically splashing copper flakes blasted the surrounding cavalry and horses to **** blood.

Eight cannons exploded at the same time. This weird scene made the chaser feel inexplicably frightened, and suddenly confused.

"Súré!"

Qiao An silently recites the spell in front of the mirror, adding a "mythic whirlwind", and a tornado is invaded on the ground, causing the chasers to turn on their backs, exclaiming one after another, rushing to flee, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

In just a few seconds, only two high-level spells were used to destroy eight cannons and scare away three hundred cavalry. The four teachers and students of Rawls witnessed this scene with their own eyes. They are both powerful to those who secretly help. Mana was in awe, and at the same time a sense of deja vu arose.

Thomas punched his hand in his palm, his chubby face shining with excitement.

"Hey! I dare to bet Edward's head, the caster who shot the spell just now must be the kid Joanna!"

Edward kicked the fat man with anger, but didn't question his guess.

"Brother Qiao'an, is it really you?" Allen looked around in surprise and exclaimed, "Are you invisibly following us?"

As if responding to the call of the young warlock, a teleporting beam suddenly rose on the flat ground opposite the garbage dump, and a familiar figure slowly emerged.

"Joan! It really is your kid!"

At the first sight of the young and delicate black-robed mage in the teleportation formation, Master Rawls was so excited that he almost burst into tears, and rushed over to embrace the most proud student of his life.

"Tutor, long time no see."

After seeing each other for a long time, Qiao Ann was also very excited. He hugged his teacher and classmates one by one to find out why they fell into such a dirty and messy ghost place.

Listening to Master Rawls briefly talked about the ins and outs of escorting the teachers and students who stayed in school to flee, Qiao An couldn't help wondering.

"Did the city of Leiden be broken by the enemy so quickly?"

"Yeah, I haven't survived even a long time, shameful!"

Thomas shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"How can it be so miserable, has no one stood up and organized defense?" Qiao An asked incredulously.

"This has to be elaborated, but it's a long story."

Edward took the stubborn words, his face heavy.

"In the Battle of Prince Port, Isaac Hook led his troops to the enemy. My father’s troops suffered a disastrous defeat. The Continental Army Southern Corps was completely destroyed. Leiden Port has not many troops to defend. In addition, Adam Mafulin bought With the negative impact of the gun scandal, no one was willing to take the lead in fighting the enemy."

"What about the Governor and the Chairman of the Parliament?" Qiao An then inquired.

"Sir Norfolk was appointed as the envoy to the Ashen Empire last year. Now the biggest official in the city is our old principal, Mr. Alexander Jefferson, the chairman of the council. However, he is not capable of organizing militias to resist the invasion of Fiji, even I haven't seen any figures, and I don't know where I am now or whether I am still alive."

Edward's words vaguely revealed dissatisfaction with Mr. Jefferson's negligence.

Qiao An has always criticized Alexander Jefferson for his inconsistent words and deeds. However, this person is his old principal after all, and he was kind to himself. After learning that his city was broken, he was somewhat uneasy about his life or death. Taking out the "remote mirror", it is obvious that Mr. Jefferson can be traced.

Silver psychic ripples appeared on the mirror, slowly showing a picture. On the wilderness under the night, torches illuminate a caravan of large canopies, and the reflection of the river is faintly visible in the distance.

Judging from the features of the scene in the mirror, this place is on the edge of the pier on the River Eifen, not less than a hundred miles away from Leiden. The Jeffersons are clearly on their way to escape, and most of them intend to cross the river to seek refuge in the south of Alfheim.

From the current position of the team, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion.

Long before the city of Leiden fell, the Jeffersons had already packed their belongings and hurried out of the city to flee.

If this is an ordinary family, it is of course understandable to make the decision to flee the family when the disaster is approaching.

However, the respectable Mr. Jefferson was the representative of the Continental Congress and the drafter of the "Declaration of Independence", not to mention that he was also the chairman of the Leiden City Council. He did not sit on the front line to command and defend the city at a critical moment. Instead, he escaped. This is undoubtedly the most important thing. Serious malfeasance!

Qiao An took a deep breath, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and cast his eyes to the mirror again, and soon realized that the situation was not quite right.

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