"Morty, first of all, congratulations to you for your heartfelt victory." On the night when the Blue Irises ended, Lille, on Cruyff's order, sent the new numbered flag produced by the ordnance department to the guard squadron.
At the campsite, I was left to have a few drinks.
"Thank you." He clinked the glasses with Lear and drank the wine in one gulp, but Moriarty didn't see much joy on his face.
"What? You just won a big victory and won two more big prizes. Is there anything you're not satisfied with? You now have your own unique unit number - Olympus Squadron! Haha." Lear took the initiative.
He refilled the other party's wine glass and asked with an envious smile: "Today, you are the most majestic person inside and outside Azurite City. And your 'three-stage' magic arrow strike array is also refreshing and impressive.
Wow!"
In the past battlefields, the application of mages was usually fragmented and disorderly. Even large-scale magic battles between mages were mostly based on attacking each other with spells to see which side had more people and professions.
A higher level will determine the final outcome. But more than ten hours ago, the guard squadron "creatively" coordinated the magic swordsmen like a military formation and used them in batches. This has never happened before, and it is also
A very significant tactical effect has been achieved. Practice has proved that a simple magic arrow combination attack by a group of three people can cause effective damage and threats to powerful mid-level professionals such as seventh-level warriors. Seeing such a situation, I don’t know.
Will Cruyff, who shamelessly "sold" all magic arrow magic swordsmen to Moriarty, completely regret his betrayal? Of course, how to coordinate the spell-holding time on the real battlefield and find the right one?
The goal is to not leave any obvious gaps. These are all problems that must be solved in the future application of magic military formations. But at least, the guard squadron’s stunning debut today has opened a new door for all magic users.
The gate. However, because of the first extremely hot and bloody actual combat exercise as a backing ground, the other internal exercises of the city defense army suddenly became boring. Not even half of the scheduled progress, the two people on the viewing platform
The great arcanist had already left the show early and was no longer interested in watching.
"Haha. How could there be any dissatisfaction?" After hearing what the other party said, Moriarty just laughed along with Lear and said: "It's just a 'victory' like this. I hope there will be as few as possible in the future."
"Indeed." Lille nodded in agreement: "Your squadron was able to annihilate Shahruman's entire army without losing a single person. It certainly created a strong reputation and morale, but it also alienated many neutrals within the city defense army.
.Be more careful in the future.”
"I know."
Although Shahruman is not liked by others on weekdays, but today he was so slapped and "tortured" by Moriarty, it is inevitable that the Azurite City defense army will have a common hatred and a unified mentality towards the outside world. Thinking about it, if it weren't for the ancient
Staff's smile at the last moment wiped away all grudges, and Moriarty and Mrs. Hanquan's rescue efforts coincidentally. I'm afraid that the guard squadron will inevitably become the "public enemy" of the city defense army in the future.
"But you don't need to worry too much. After all, your troops are directly under the command of the Blue Mage Group, and there is nothing wrong in the exercise. Therefore, when we actually go to the battlefield to fight the Southerners, the city defense army should
I can’t remember this ‘little feud’ with you.”
"I hope so." Moriarty smiled slightly and asked: "What happened to Saruman?"
"It's not that bad. With the healing skills of you and the city lord, and the full treatment of the doctors, you can recover after more than two months of training." Lille shook his head and looked at the other person: "You are still really weird.
Morty can shoot a fourth-level mage on the spot without blinking an eye, but he can easily let go of Shahruman, an 'enemy'. It's really incomprehensible."
"There's nothing I don't understand." Moriarty glanced back at Lear. But he picked up his glass again and stayed silent without giving a clear answer.
In fact, to be honest, the reason why Moriarty killed the fourth-level mage mercilessly was not only because of the need to practice the battle situation at that time, but also because of the opponent's "anti-Hockenheim" stance. Perhaps, this seems a bit arbitrary and arbitrary.
Domineering. But in the three-acre land of Azurite City, the mage who has the courage and will to stand against Moriarty must be an outsider who has some kind of grudge with the Magic Academy. Otherwise, even a completely neutral mage,
There is no way he has the guts or the inclination to openly challenge the guard squadron on the training ground at the risk of completely offending Hockenheim. But for such a "wild mage", killing is killing, and Moriarty will not bear any burden at all.
Afterwards, Hockenheim would applaud his sudden decision, and the city lord's palace and the city defense army would not be able to stand up for such a non-native outsider.
As for Saruman and the mid-level mages under him, Moriarty would not move at all. Even if he killed all the low-level warriors in Saruman's group, as long as these backbones were intact,
Mrs. Hanquan and Miguel will not fall out. After all, compared to the scarcity of mid-level professionals, low-level warriors and recruits still have sufficient resources. And this is also the bottom line for actual combat exercises. In the same way, if the losing side today is
Guard Squadron, Moriarty also believed that no matter how crazy Saruman was, he would never dare to really hurt himself. Otherwise, Hockenheim would definitely retaliate madly.
"Haha, that's all, I won't force you anymore." Seeing that Moriarty didn't say anything, Lear just smiled without forcing him, drank the wine in his glass, stood up and left.
"Well, you take this." Moriarty nodded, and at the same time took out the "cold green" from his sleeve, and gently put it into Lear's hand: "Come down and go to the battlefield with real swords and guns. I
This mage advisor is not qualified, and it is difficult for him to take care of other brothers. With this magic ring by your side, I can feel more at ease."
"This..." Looking at the rare mind-triggering magic ring in his hand, Lear was a little stunned.
Perhaps for a mage like Moriarty, a mind-triggered magic ring like cold green is not that precious. However, once it is given to a pure warrior to wear, it is an extremely practical little item. Lear originally thought that
Moriarty would give this ring to his followers for self-defense, but he never expected that the other party would throw it directly to him without even warming it up. It was as if it was not a rare magic ring, but a magic ring.
Just like ordinary jelly beans.
"Haha, put it on. I have already stored a round of 'Petrified Skin' in the ring. Now you have a few magic swordsmen under your command. When you use them up, let them replenish them." Seeing that Lear was in a daze, Moriarty
Smiling slightly, he pushed him again. At this time, the mid-level warrior, who was already blushing, thanked him and put the cold green on his left middle finger, while gently clenching his fist.
After seeing off Lear, Moriarty once again summoned the officers of the squadron. Although it was late at night, everyone gathered in the squadron leader's office and looked at the new battle flag that had been hung - embroidered with majestic snow-capped mountains in silver.
The "Flag of Olympus" on the top of the mountain all shouted excitedly.
"I hope you like the squadron's new designation and flag." After the cheers calmed down a bit, Moriarty looked around at everyone and said with a smile.
To be honest, when he stood in front of Ms. Hanquan again after winning the exercise and was asked if he planned to use the new designation of "Moriarty Squadron", the mage's first reaction was to decline. Then, under the gaze of all parties,
Next, Moriarty decided on the new name of the guard squadron as "Olympus" as if on a whim.
"It's very good, I like it very much." Looking at the brand new battle flag with blue background and white insignia in front of him, deputy squadron leader White first expressed his stance categorically.
"I like it too. Needless to say, the fine wine in the Olympus Garden!" Guderian shouted immediately, but when the silver-bearded dwarf thought of Olympus in his mind, he thought of the bottles stored in the garden.
A variety of fine wines in the cellar.
"Olympus has very distinct personal characteristics, but also implies the Earth Studio. Oh, I think the academy will also be satisfied." As the squadron's staff officer, Clausewitz's first consideration was
The reaction of the Azure Mage Group and Hockenheim. After all, changing the designation of the Guard Squadron seemed to outsiders to mean that it wanted to establish its own company. Perhaps, this is why Moriarty refused to use his name as the final name without thinking.
The honor of the number. Now, Olympus, a very neutral name that is vaguely related to Hockenheim, can indeed satisfy everyone.
And after hearing the words of the old werewolf, Gustave, who had won face today and showed his magnanimity, also nodded repeatedly. Although before launching the magic arrow, Moriarty had strictly ordered him not to actually kill Saruman. However, Gustave
Staff's words after "firing the cannon" were completely sincere.
"What do you think? Margaret?" While everyone was enthusiastically supporting the squadron's new designation and flag, the female werewolf who was usually the most outstanding was unexpectedly silent.
"Hey, that's good." Margaret pouted and responded simply.
"Oh, that's good." Moriarty nodded, without delving into the reason for the other person's low mood.
"Morty, where's that magic ring? You don't need it anyway, so lend it to me for a couple of days." At this time, while no one else was paying attention, Guderian carefully slipped up to Moriarty and whispered.
Unfortunately, with the silver-bearded dwarf's loud voice, other people in the office could clearly hear him even if he spoke in a low voice.
"You're late, I gave it away." Looking at Guderian's hopeful expression, Moriarty shrugged and said. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
