Elven wizards of the same third ring, when facing Charles, were beheaded before they could even unleash their attacks.
After dealing with Gacher, Charles went all out. First-ring and second-ring spells poured forth as casually as a string of pearls.
Across the battlefield, Kinetic Cones, Thorn Lashes, and Thorn Novas exploded one after another.
Half-elven wizards were robbed of their lives by Charles amid their terror.
And at that moment, the cavalry finally reached close range.
The Armored Knights at the front bore Trampling Auras.
Every step of their magical steeds brought tremors, and the thunder of their charge was like mountains collapsing.
The half-elves and humans at the front felt the ground shaking beneath them.
It was as though they were caught in an earthquake. Forget resisting—even standing steady became difficult.
With their visors lowered, the Armored Knights charged at high speed like steel chariots, couching their extra-long lances. The sight chilled everyone to the bone.
"Rumble!!"
These Armored Knights were all massive and fully equipped, their bodies gleaming with spell-light. Phantom silhouettes of knights stood behind them, making them seem even more terrifying.
The frontline shield formation had been ravaged by Charles's Thornstorm until it had almost completely lost its ability to resist.
When the knights came charging in, some people even wanted to turn and flee.
Others raised their shields and braced their spears, trying to stop them.
Within the half-elven formation behind them, the half-elven officers were panicking just as badly.
He looked around at the equally terrified warriors nearby, then shouted, "Switch to swords!"
"Prepare for close combat!"
Swish!
The half-elves put away their longbows, drew their melee weapons, and watched the front warily.
It had to be said that these half-elves were elite enough.
But they were facing Charles and his knights.
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