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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasy
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711 Chs

Chapter 30: Crossing the Field in Vain_2

Sergei, who had run a few meters away, turned back, picked up Michel, and ran toward the spot on the shore where the horses were tied.

"Mount up! Mount up!" Old Sergei shouted as he ran, with the Dusacks in the river channel dashing towards their warhorses.

Several coachmen lashed their draft horses desperately, trying to force their way through the ford. Others, in their panic, attempted to turn around but found themselves immobilized.

Inside the ford at that moment, chaos reigned; only a few coachmen and laborers jumped onto their carts in search of weapons, while the rest fled.

The sound of bowstrings vibrating came from the shrubs on both sides of the riverbank, accompanied by the "whoosh" of arrows flying chaotically over the water's surface.

"Archers!" someone screamed in agony.

"There are crossbowmen in the woods!" another shouted loud.