In the conference room of the third tower, a middle-aged wizard slammed the table with an angry look on his face: "Who knows what happened in the medical department? What if the enemy is ambushing there waiting for us to get there?"
"The medical department must come to the rescue," said an old wizard with white hair and beard, with a serious look on his face. "Without wizards who are good at medical treatment, we will be at an overwhelming disadvantage if we are dragged into a war of attrition."
"So the enemy must think so too! They won't be stupid enough to blow up half of the White Tower and then leave us the medical department alone!"
The middle-aged wizard's fists were clenched tightly on the table, and his joints were white and creaking.
He finished speaking in one breath, took a deep breath, and his red face faded a lot.
Then, he added in a slightly calmer tone: "Don't worry about the medical department for now. Especially now that the detection function of the 'Looker' is completely paralyzed, it is really difficult to use precious combat power to detect a place where an ambush is likely to be set up."
It’s a foolish move.”
"If the medical department is completely destroyed, we have no hope of victory!"
The old wizard stubbornly objected: "Everyone should know that the Great Barrier has a detection function. It is impossible for the enemy to set up an ambush inside the White Tower - as long as the combat wizard conducts a round of bombing, their ambush force there will be reduced."
It will all be destroyed.”
"But now the detection function of the Great Barrier has been paralyzed!"
"They don't know about this! Even a great wizard probably doesn't understand the meaning of every rune on the great barrier. How could these priests of false gods know!"
The old wizard frowned, and his old voice rumbled in the conference hall.
His words immediately angered the middle-aged wizard: "You mean, let's assume that they think our barrier's detection is not broken?"
As the middle-aged wizard spoke, he raised one corner of his mouth disdainfully: "Fuck your assumptions! Are you mentally ill? You're not the one going to the front line anyway, right?"
"Watch your words! Great Wizard of Creek!"
The old wizard was immediately so angry that his beard trembled.
"--Quiet!"
Just before the tactical discussion was about to turn into a fight, Anvilya's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the heated discussion among the great wizards. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to Anvilya, and the conference room fell into a state of silence.
A brief moment of silence.
Just before, a fight like this was going on in a group of two, three, or five people at the round table in the conference room. Although some people were discussing in a more harmonious atmosphere, more people were already
Falling into a fight mode with no progress——
It can be seen that the wizards are already a little anxious.
None of the wizards of this generation have ever experienced a scene of this magnitude - except for a few tower owners, all wizards who have experienced the war of the gods have all died of old age.
An Ruosi sighed deeply.
This independent city with a history of thousands of years, a paradise for wizards, will reveal its weak foundation once it faces a real test.
Rather than saying that the White Tower has decayed, it is better to say that this is the limitation of the White Tower.
Since its inception, the White Tower has been determined to be a refuge for wizards and a paradise for wizards.
But at the same time, this also limits the upper echelons of the White Tower to only wizards. Whether it is politics, diplomacy, economy, military... they are all part-time jobs by wizards. Before their social identity, they are first and foremost wizards.
——A scholar who is better at teaching and research than management.
"An Ruosi."
"exist!"
Suddenly, Anvilia's soft voice sounded in the distracted An Ruosi's ears, which immediately frightened him.
"Look at all this. Remember it and never forget it."
Anvilia's arms were resting on the table. Her hands were intertwined and placed in front of her, covering half of her chin.
She looked forward with flat eyes, without any expression on her face: "This will be your mission."
Anvilia's endless words left An Ruosi stunned.
After about three or four seconds, An Ruosi lowered her head and responded softly with an extremely serious attitude: "...Yes."
"very good."
Anvilia nodded with satisfaction, and just sat in his seat calmly, looking at the great wizards who were looking at him, and announced softly in a calm and confident tone: "Well, everyone, I have been listening to you for a while.
Okay, now let me talk about the next action plan."
"First of all, completely abandon the area outside the Sixth Ring Road and shrink the defensive force to areas with large equipment," Anvilia said nonchalantly, almost cruelly, "leaving one-third of the low-level wizards with large equipment as
Substitute, and the others with small and medium-sized movable equipment will all withdraw to within the third ring. And open the distortion barrier at the fourth ring."
"No! This is absolutely not possible!"
"Are we going to give them up like this? That's more than a thousand people!"
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the conference hall.
There are only a little over a thousand large-scale instruments with six rings in total. Those are wizard-specific weapons that can exert silver-level destructive power as long as they are controlled by a wizard. If ritual items such as staffs are compared to pistols and guns, then these
Murder weapons, simply referred to as "instruments", are equivalent to machine guns.
Whether it's the Meteor Tower or the Explosive Guard - before the operator's magic power is exhausted, they can instantly cast silver-level witchcraft infinitely. Even if the magic power is exhausted, they can continue to operate it for a period of time at the cost of their lives.
Now more than 80% of the wizards are concentrated in the sixth ring, preparing to use these instruments in a rotational manner to cause a devastating blow to the armies of the gods - and Anvilia means to withdraw the wizards who are currently preparing for war in the sixth ring.
More than 70%, and then leave a small number of people to consume the enemy's number.
After opening the distortion barrier, it is equivalent to dividing the inside and outside of the barrier into two worlds. Unless the barrier is shattered with a long-term bombing, there is no possibility for outsiders to come in.
Anvilia clearly said, "Since the large equipment can't be moved, it's better to send a thousand people to use it."
Facing the dissatisfied great wizards, Anvilia made no expression.
"snort……"
Scott snorted and gently pressed his hand on the table.
Suddenly, the world in front of all the great wizards quickly faded and turned into a dry and monotonous scene.
Then, they began to twist.
It was like thick cardboard that had been wet and then burned by high temperatures. Everything in the field of vision quickly lost their image, everything became absurd, and chirping noises rang in my ears.
Not to mention using witchcraft, they almost lost their ability to think in the twisted world.
It lasted about half a minute before everything gradually returned to how it was at the beginning.
Silence returned to the conference hall of the Third Tower again. Some of the great wizards' faces were pale, and some were blue, but they all kept their mouths shut.
Scott raised his finger and put it to his mouth. His ice-blue one eye narrowed slightly, revealing a cold smile without any smile.
"Don't make any noise, okay..."
As if he was afraid of waking someone who was sleeping, Scott shook his head slightly, but did not look at anyone: he murmured to himself: "Be obedient, children."
Creepy.
It was like the feeling of being stared at by a pack of wolves before learning witchcraft. Although Scott did not stare at anyone from beginning to end, and there was no intimidation or threat, but behind some of the most vicious wizards who had caused trouble before
Completely soaked.
"Can I continue?"
Anvilia asked softly with an expression on her face.
No one responded, so there was no rebuttal.
So Anvilia spoke and continued to read: "Abandon the medical department and search and rescue department, and the combat wizards will carry out coverage bombing."
"Wizards of Black Iron level and below will not participate in the battle, and will all enter the shelter."
"Open the Old City barrier directly without considering the consumption."
"Inform the non-wizard residents that the war is coming and ask them to leave the White Tower..."
Anvilia read out more than a dozen decisions in succession, all of which had been discussed before and without consensus.
Although one-third of the great wizards here were dissatisfied with Anvilia's decision, they had no intention of resisting.
They have never seen Anvilia's power with their own eyes. Therefore, although they respect Anvilia, they are not afraid of it.
Before, Scott abolished all of their spellcasting abilities without doing anything, which immediately gave them a little idea of what level Anvilia was at.
Thus, under Anvilia's arbitrary iron fist, the slow-moving White Tower began to operate at an astonishingly fast speed for the first time.
Because Claudia was sleeping in the first tower, Anvilia did not leave the White Tower; the civil strife in the White Tower caused by Yali did not occur. This resulted in Anvilia being able to command here now, and the White Tower
The manpower has doubled than before, and all large equipment is working well.
The changes brought about by Roland once again reversed key historical events. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
