Chapter seven hundred and eighteen the truth that is getting closer
In a sense, Queen Maria makes me feel good.
At first, they politely thanked me for my help, but did not make any demands on me, such as helping them go to the battlefield.
The meeting ended in less than five minutes from the beginning. The battlefield is still going on. Now is indeed not the time for talks.
Even if this battlefield is cleared, more fire trolls and fire demons will swarm in soon.
There are no strong men on the battlefield on the abyss side because there is no need. In the long-term tug-of-war and war of attrition, cannon fodder is the least valuable, and there is no need to worry about the lack of cannon fodder on the abyss side.
I didn't take the initiative to help, not only because it didn't concern me, but more importantly, I still needed to restore some magic power.
It's really fun to clear a large area with a map cannon, but after each battle, the consumption of magic power will take twice as long to make up for it.
The war did not end with my arrival. On the contrary, after a short period of silence, several boss-level fire trolls came to inquire about the situation, and the fight with the humans became more intense.
I was just watching the show from the sidelines, but I still felt a lot.
Now the main plane battlefield on the front line is close to the level of the bloody battle in the abyss, and San Antonio's background is indeed amazing. Whether it is the sky knight fighting in mid-air, the spell caster on the city wall, or even an ordinary city defender,
They are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles. 1
There are many strong men who can stand alone on other battlefields, but there are so many here. I have never even heard the names of a few spellcasters whose magic power fluctuations exceed those of ordinary demigods.
Laymen watch the fun, insiders watch the road.
The battlefield here seems chaotic, but in fact it is orderly within the chaos, far from reaching its limit.
The commander looks like a commander, and the junior non-commissioned officers issue military orders level by level, but what attracts the most attention is the seemingly ordinary spell caster.
The caster is very skillful in matching and combining with ordinary warriors. Various large-scale buff magics can be applied at will, and attack magics also naturally form a fire suppression effect.
Every piece of magic power is used to improve the situation on the battlefield, rather than destroying the opponent in one go. It may seem like a small business, but in fact this is the core of the battlefield mage's tactics.
Every explosion has a classic scope and power, but the support is precise enough to facilitate the combination of these warriors and mages. The other side of the classic is to extremely save magic power and mental energy. And it can be used at any time.
Can be replaced by someone else.
When one attack wave ends, the second caster takes over, continuing the fire suppression for ten minutes, and then replaces it.
You may not be able to eliminate your opponent, but you will always be able to receive support.
I have seen too many people who play for three minutes and then rest for two hours, and play for ten minutes and rest for one night. Well, I admit that Lan Meng is not very experienced and professional enough in cooperating between mages and on the battlefield.
There may not be much difference in reputation between the continent's powerful country and the continent's most powerful country candidate, but there is a very obvious gap in their background.
The difference lies in all aspects, including some traditions and small details. These will take time to polish.
At least when I go, a new war mage training manual will be released soon.
At dusk, the battle situation between the two sides returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened. It was as if I had never forgotten what I had done.
Perhaps, this is the basis for the tacit understanding between the top leaders of both sides. On thousands of front-line battlefields, individual strength is too much to smile about.
When thousands of people gather in one place, the entire field of vision is filled. However, when the scale of the war reaches hundreds of thousands or millions, even if the battlefield in front of you is cleared, it will soon be filled again.
For the devil, losing thousands or tens of thousands of low-end goods is nothing at all.
The map and battlefield cannot be changed without the use of forbidden spells. Using the forbidden spells means a life-and-death battle. In a sense, the battlefield killer also has its own troubles.
It lasted until night. The war was finally over.
At the simple welcome banquet, Maria welcomed me heartily. As for transactions and business, she gave me a name, a chief financial officer named Xilang, and asked my people to talk to him.
Although Maria is not a member of the Hades side, because of Ayer's relationship, the relationship between us is quite friendly.
Moreover, compared to Winston who is waiting for news in the capital and commanding by remote control, I really prefer Maria who is on the front line.
"Ancient sun god ruins?"
At the dinner, I made my request very directly.
Patrolling the battlefield, searching alone for some ruins that may or may not exist, I feel like I haven't lived enough.
Instead of taking charge now, the county magistrate might as well ask the locals first.
I took out Arroyo's holy emblem and a sketch of Arroyo's eagle head, but the final result left me a little disappointed.
Maria directly asked the local elderly people to inquire about the situation, but the result was that they were all confused.
It seems that I can only find a way to find it myself.
Now that we had time, Maria and I naturally chatted about the war. She was somewhat interested in my new weapon and even took away a weapons receipt.
But I can tell that she is not very interested, and is more polite.
She is obviously very confident in San Antonio's traditional military power and spellcasters, at least the current war is not out of her control.
And as we talked, we talked about the abyss and the strange movements of the devil.
Hesitantly, Maria told me a dream, a recurring nightmare in which she kept killing people and being killed.
"Think about it day by day and dream about it at night. Don't think too much."
I was not interested in the sentimentality of "little girls", so I planned to deal with it casually, but I didn't expect to hear a familiar name.
"You are also a spell caster. You should understand the importance of dreams to us. Sometimes they are a mirror that leads us to a certain plane. Sometimes they are prophecies that guide us in the direction. Recently, I always dream of being killed.
, but it’s not me who died. I can’t explain it. That feeling is very strange, as if you are both the murderer and the victim.”
Maria was a little confused and in a trance. She asked her "adopted father" for help, but he told her that the man in front of her was an expert in spiritual science and might be able to help her.
And, for some reason, even though it was the first time I met him, I felt that this person could be trusted.
"This kind of dream has been recurring since I was a child. The killer has appeared in many faces, but recently, I have been dying more and more frequently. The murderer who killed 'me', the silver half-demon, was killed by 'me'
Called 'Eliza'. I still called her sister in my dream and asked her why she was so cruel." (To be continued.)
When the ground comes down and the clouds come down, come to the pavilion and you can get the view.】
