The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-2701-30041322

"Send the wounded back to the city, quickly!"

"Knights, push onward!"

"Priests, don't stop casting holy shield!"

"Magicians and Archers, aim at the devil soldiers in the front lines, kill them for me!"

"The demon army suffered heavy losses!"

"Half of the Knights were killed!"

The war was raging and military orders continued unceasingly.

The Knights at the forefront of the battle became the greatest victims. They used their bodies to cast iron walls for their comrades behind them, holding their bloodstained shields in front of them and sweeping their spears across the enemy.

The offensives of the Devil Race were like thunderstorms that kept smashing the Knights' heavy shields. The sound of collisions and explosions occurred one after another. Clad in the toughest armor and with the cover of their shields, they bravely marched forward while watching the intensive attacks coming from the devils. This was the strongest Knight army in the Barren Land!

The war horses issued mournful hisses under the magical bombardment. Just around the corner was a devil army that filled one's field of view.

The glint and flash of cold steel. Flesh and blood flying in all directions.

As the recipients of the greatest amount of damage, countless Knights fell in battle, with their silver armor covered in blood.

Resurrection array! Soul restoration!

The fallen Knights got back on their feet. Losing the horses that fought side by side with them, they joined the fight on foot and charged together with the Swordsmen.

The Magicians' hands never stopped for a moment. Ice blades, thunderballs, fireballs, and magical light attacks kept falling on the devil army. The Archers beside the Magicians continued to fire arrows, so that the full baskets of arrows were emptied one after another. Their hands that drew their bows were already wounded and covered in blood, sliced by their bowstrings. The blood spilled on the ground along these taut strings.

At last, white rays of light were released from the alliance army. The light fell on the Knights on the frontlines. Priests were always the last bargaining chip of the garrison army. Their fighting ability might not be strong alone, but they could use their strength to protect their comrades.

"I’ve used up all my instant magic replenishment potions, who else has some!" After Mild Wolf released the last holy blessing, the magic power in his body had gone the way of a lamp without oil, and he could no longer cast more blessings.

The Priests who stood around him looked at one another awkwardly.

It wasn’t only Mild Wolf who had exhausted all his instant magic replenishment potions. The storage rings of the other Priests were already empty as well.

Before entering the war, all the Magicians and Priests were each given thirty master-level instant magic replenishment potions. This kind of potion allowed them to recover immediately when their magic power dried up.

This kind of Master-level replenishment potion was extremely valuable. In other countries, ordinary Magicians and Priests could not afford to use such expensive potions, let alone equip all Magicians and Priests in their own army with thirty bottles of instant magic replenishment potions each. The potions hoarded by Shen Yanxiao had already exceeded the historical total number of potions hoarded by all Pharmacists in the Radiance Continent. After all, the number of Pharmacists in the Barren Land was more than the total number of Pharmacists in the other four countries.

In recent years, these Pharmacists had been gathered together and worked day and night to make potions. Only then had they accumulated a daunting amount of potions for the Barren Land.

However, how many Magicians and Priests were participating in the war in the Barren Land?

Even a mountain of potions, if distributed to millions of people, could be swept away in an instant.

In such a fierce battlefield, the magic power consumption of Magicians and Priests was very terrifying. However, one of them was the most explosive offensive profession in the army, and the other was the support maintaining the safety of their allies. They simply had no control over the consumption of their magic power.