Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

"Fire the arrow!"

The roar of King Andrius came from the military formation behind him.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The archers set up their bows and fired arrows. Thousands of arrows were overwhelming, like locusts passing by, and dark clouds pressing towards the enemy's direction.

The veterans in front showed expectant looks, and their longing eyes followed the arrows through the gaps in their shields.

However, in the enemy's military formation, the golden shields propped up one by one shattered their extravagant hopes.

That's the priest's protective shield.

Hundreds of shields were connected together to protect the enemy's mage army.

"Your Excellency, the Conqueror King, why do they have so many mages? Are these people ancient aliens? There are no restrictions on awakening magic?"

A veteran spat on the ground, feeling worried about the outcome of this war.

"Leonard can't hold it anymore!"

"It's so cold...I can barely feel my palms..."

"Wrap your hands with cloth, so that you can resist for a while... Damn it, why do we, a group of army soldiers, have to fight against the mage army!?"

The indignant exclamations of the veterans came from all around.

Leonard was the veteran who was hit by the frost blast. He held the shield and was covered in frost, and even the ground around him was covered with ice.

His face was blue and his lips were purple. The metal edge of the helmet stuck to his face, and the area where it was stuck was frozen.

He could hardly hold it any longer.

"Can someone take Leonard's place?"

Leonard was dazed and could vaguely hear the anxious voices of his colleagues around him.

"We also need to be careful of attacks from the sky. The shield formation is hemispherical. Everyone has his or her own position. There are also veterans who are shooting arrows. We can't let the new recruits get in. They can't stop them at all!"

"Damn! How long will this magic last? I'm almost freezing!"

It seems that the shield formation is about to be unable to bear it?

Leonard still has some residual consciousness.

"Bury me..." His lips trembled and he made an inarticulate sound.

"Leonard, are you okay? Why don't you let that boy Hill come in? He looks very strong and should be able to take over your position."

The veteran next to Leonard took over. He looked at this old man whom he was not very familiar with and knew that his physical condition was extremely bad.

"No..." Leonard shook his head.

"You... you bury my feet and pile them up with dirt, so... you can still withstand them."

"You'll die this way."

The veterans around me couldn't bear it.

They had already tried asking the new recruits to hold their shields behind them.

But when the cold sets in, the shields in the hands of the recruits will also become cold.

This is simply a double blow to the veterans carrying it at the front.

"...Bury..." Leonard lowered his head and pressed his shoulders forward against the shield.

The cold air made his thinking more and more sluggish.

So much so that he could only keep repeating the word "buried".

This was his last conviction.

"Do as he says." The veteran on the other side turned around and advised.

His situation wasn't much better.

Although I had wrapped my hands with cloth strips in advance, they were still frostbitten by the cold air.

There are still soldiers outside who are attacking the shield.

The already stiff skin caused a big gash just by being lightly touched by the iron.

His hands were now covered with purple-red wounds, which became more swollen in the cold, itchy and painful, and tortured his nerves.

"He can't survive anymore. Do as he says."

"We are getting older and cannot bear the cold. If I can't bear it anymore, I can bury my feet with soil and then bury them upward little by little."

He had the same idea as Leonard.

The moist soil will freeze before their warm bodies in the cold air. As the buried soil gets higher and higher, they will eventually merge with the shield, forming a real meaning under the connection of the frozen soil. The "human wall" on the street.

"For Anrius!"

The veteran knocked the shield with his arm, making a dull collision sound.

"For our loved ones."

Another veteran laughed too.

They freed up one hand and began to pile dirt at the feet of the veteran who was about to lose his strength.

The frost shock continues.

The mage on the opposite side seemed to be planning to use this single spell to consume all the magic power.

"You brat, don't live up to their efforts. Pile the soil up quickly and plug all the gaps."

Under the greetings and urging of the veterans, the new recruits who had lost their minds began to pile dirt at the feet of the veterans who were at the front.

These veterans were already shaky and on the verge of freezing to death, but they still clung to their shields, blocking the slashes of the enemy warriors outside.

"prick!"

The leader at the rear roared angrily.

Near the shield, a soldier holding a weapon thrust his sword out of the gap in the shield with red eyes, and several screams came from outside.

Through the gap, they could see an enemy lying in a pool of blood, so they continued to slash at the enemy fiercely along the gap until the enemy was completely killed.

The soil piled higher and higher, and gradually froze under the cold air brought by the frost impact.

The veteran's body was firmly stuck in the frozen soil, forming a skeleton that supported the shield, and the entire defense line became more stable.

Not long after, the enemy mage's magic power was exhausted.

Frost Shock loses its magic power and guides it to dissipate.

I saw that the entire Anrius hemispherical shield array had almost completely frozen together.

Pale frost covered these steel shields, as if it had just snowed.

Just when the soldiers of Anlius thought they had defended, a fiery breath came from the distance, and they saw eight pyroblast fireballs the size of carriage tires roaring towards them with trailing flames.

The shining firelight reflected behind the shield, and the pair of wide-open eyes also reflected the despair and sadness in their eyes.

"boom--"

"Click!"

The Pyroblast exploded on the shield. Under the sudden cold and heat, coupled with the terrifying impact of the Pyroblast, the originally strong shield shattered instantly, and the steel fragments pierced into the bodies of the veterans like sharp blades.

The veterans who turned into "earth walls" also shattered under the bombardment of pyrotechnics.

However, this was only the first salvo of Pyroblast.

Before the veterans could reorganize their defense line, the second round of pyrotechnics had already struck.

"Boom boom boom!"

Following a violent explosion.

A large hole was torn open in the defense line of Andrius' army. Broken shields and charred corpses of soldiers lay scattered on the scorched earth exuding black smoke.

Mage is a rare and special profession.

During the legion battle, they once again played a terrifying role.

It also once again demonstrated the powerlessness and helplessness of ordinary soldiers.

In such an era, no matter how elite the troops are, they have no fighting spirit or magic and rely only on weapons and shields. In the end, they will become cannon fodder and die on the battlefield without any trouble.