Emperor of Arcane

Angela, who had gained some knowledge, immediately selected some soldiers who obeyed the orders seriously and divided them into a special team.

Although the other soldiers felt a little strange, most of them had no understanding and awareness in this regard and still responded perfunctorily.

There were also some soldiers who reacted quickly and started to step up, and as expected they were selected later.

Sometimes, the difference in personal circumstances lies in some small choices.

Like Matthew and his former companions.

In order to successfully dismantle the Netheril Empire, Matthew and his original partners have made a lot of preliminary investigations and efforts.

They soon discovered many irrational phenomena in the overall structure of the Netheril Empire.

As the ruling class, the Severnton Council represents more of the say of the Seven Towers, the thoughts of the great arcanists, and the interests of the spellcasting class.

The interests and needs of the hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the Netheril Empire have been directly ignored, or ignored.

The only way to advance is to become a spell caster yourself or have someone in your family become a spell caster.

Once there is potential and qualifications in this area, the relevant institutions of the Netheril Empire will actively detect and find them, and then cultivate them.

Of course, most spellcasters, due to various reasons such as background, identity, talent, resources, etc., can only become assistants, followers, experiments, and even experimental subjects of senior arcanists.

It can be said that the overall system of the Netheril Empire is deformed.

The people as a whole do not have much centripetal force, and they rely entirely on the great power of the Grand Arcanist, which can almost change the world, and the large number of spellcasters who rely on power to maintain it.

The reason why there is a caster class of nobles, lords, and families.

It was created purely for the purpose of the caster organization to better collect various materials and find more potential caster children.

Their existence itself essentially only serves the organization and class of spellcasters!

At the service of the Grand Arcanists!

Serve the powerful floating city!

Therefore, in the Netheril Empire, where magic technology is quite advanced, the living standards of the people are still equivalent to the strange scenes of the Middle Ages.

Whether people's lives get better or worse depends on the overall level of development.

The Grand Arcanists don't care!

Therefore, the spell casters don’t care!

At that time, Matthew and his companions discovered with some emotion that the Netheril Empire was not so much a country as it was a huge organization of spellcasters, controlling a huge population group.

If you want to subvert the existing Netheril Empire, there is only one way, kill those great arcanists!

What Matthew has to do now is to go back to the old path and develop the power that has been ignored by spellcasters.

The power of thousands of mortals!

The power of so many other professionals!

Collective power!

"Kill! Crush them!"

Old John took the wooden stick and rushed over first.

The 20 soldiers following him also rushed towards the opponent.

Their bodies are taller, they choose more mature weapons, and they have more warrior professionals than their opponents.

They are quite confident that they can win and become the first among the five teams, gaining the honor of being the first to salute when other soldiers meet.

Angela opposite was unmoved and whispered calmly:

"The shield soldiers come forward, the pike soldiers stand behind, steady the pace, get in formation, and move forward!"

Although a tacit understanding has not yet been formed and the advance was uneven, the soldiers selected by Angela deliberately adjusted their positions and tried their best to maintain the formation.

The further they moved forward, the pace began to gradually become unified. The mutual complementation and cooperation made them look like the same thing.

Old John did not choose to take action. When the confrontation was approaching, he had already retreated to the side like Angela, and shouted loudly from the side:

"The first team will outflank from the left, the second team will attack from the right, and the third and fourth teams will contain it from the front!"

Angela next to her didn't make any response, and calmly watched the two completely different teams collide with each other.

The front end of the wooden stick is coated with lime. If it hits the mask or head, the enemy will lose combat effectiveness. Hitting the chest and torso will kill the opponent twice. Attacking the limbs will have no effect.

At the beginning, the strongest three and four teams charged fiercely, picking up wooden sticks and preparing to push away the shields.

Unexpectedly, the soldiers holding the shields were also professionals. They were unable to withstand it, and seven or eight wooden sticks were stabbed out from behind the shield.

Even though they pushed the stick away in time, it still scared them into a cold sweat.

Before the teammates on the left and right could attack, the soldier holding the shield suddenly pressed forward, and the bright wooden stick from behind stabbed straight at him again as usual.

The soldiers of the third and fourth squads who were unable to dodge immediately suffered heavy losses and retreated one after another.

As soon as they retreated, the formation dispersed. The shield-holding soldiers behind the shields all jumped over their companions and lined up to stab them.

The scattered soldiers withdrew from the battle one after another.

One soldier blocked two thrusts from a wooden stick, only to find that all his teammates had been wiped out. He was unable to fight with his four fists, and his whole body was quickly covered with white spots.

The first and second teams on the left and right sides immediately stepped up their attacks, and the Angela team, whose morale had greatly increased, decisively changed their formation.

The soldier holding the shield turned around and held his head firmly in front.

The soldiers of Team John, who were at a numerical disadvantage, were quickly forced back by the neat formation.

In the end, I was pushed to the training ground, with no way to retreat.

completely annihilated!

The faces of the defeated soldiers were a little ugly. They never understood that facing such a dull and simple attack, they actually felt unbreakable and unstoppable.

Matthew was not surprised by this result. The Netherese Empire relied heavily on arcanists.

Ordinary soldiers and troops are usually used as cannon fodder to attract firepower. Defensive warfare is not bad, but field position warfare can only be said to be very average.

Old John was also in a daze. Thinking back to the battle scene just now, he always felt that something was quite wrong.

Aren't small-scale battles based on personal force and hard push? Shouldn't it be dull to hold a shield array?

The soldiers from Angela's team who won were also in disbelief. They fought three more games with the other three teams. Although each had their own injuries, they all won.

The winning soldiers of Team Angela looked at the other losers triumphantly, and they had already made up their minds. After completing the training, they would definitely meet with everyone more.

The other soldiers suddenly felt ashamed and panicked, and they all understood that this seemed to be the intention of a rigid formation training.

Looking at the triumphant expressions of the soldiers of Team Angela, I felt a pang of regret and secretly made up my mind to work hard in the next training and come back with revenge in the next sparring session!

Soon, with the chants, the training ground became more lively again.

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