July 1445 was a hot summer.
The ice from the Frost Spell quickly melts away, and the spell of turning mud into stone, unless encountered with mortar can solidify at once, requires constant casting for the remaining soil.
Once the Wizard dies, the escape route left by Nidesar for himself is severed.
Right now, Nidesar is filled with regret, deep regret.
Earlier, he thought the battle was decided and would quickly conclude, so he didn't leave these Wizards with a few guards.
After the battle reached a stalemate, his focus was entirely on breaking the formation and the duel with the Holy Gun Cavalry, neglecting the Wizards.
For Nidesar, using Wizards on his battlefield was a first, and he indeed made a mistake.
"Tch, we were discovered." Kolebo looked at Jeanne, whose hair fluttered beside him, "Your Highness the Saintess, we can launch an attack now."
