Listening to the rumbling cannons outside, the source of magic in the basement of the Witholans Temple keeps roaring every day.
He seemed to be simply venting his dissatisfaction to his increasingly unreliable generals.
At this moment, the magic origin has been condensed into a young man, slapping his palms on the table, and the clanging sound made all the demon generals standing in front of him tremble: "Didn't you say,
Is there a third-line counterattack?”
"The great source of magic... We have received accurate information about the counterattack on the northern front. General Weston has repelled the human troops and stabilized the defense line." A general swallowed his saliva and replied nervously.
It's no wonder that he has been doing this more and more recently, it's just because facing such a situation and such a cruel boss, he really doesn't have the courage to speak without swallowing his saliva.
The so-called third-line counterattack is a complete joke now. It is very difficult to get close to the Airanhill Empire's defense line, let alone break through.
The million-strong army that was finally assembled has basically been annihilated by humans. The troops in the central theater have been confirmed to be defeated a few days ago, and the troops that escaped are not even one-fifth of what they were when they set off.
What's even more frightening is that the original defense line has no reserves, and it can no longer even hold on. The entire defense line in the central region has been breached by humans, directly exposing Withollands to the enemy's attack.
"What's the use of stabilizing the defense line? What I want is reinforcements! A counterattack! A defeat of the enemies attacking here in Withollands!" The source of magic roared, slapping the table and shouting.
He has listened to his subordinates shouting out various promises of counterattack for almost 100 days. The result is that the counterattack has continued until today, at this moment! The counterattack reached the city of Withollands!
Now, the suburbs of Withollands have become a battlefield! Enemy shells can already be poured onto the temple, as well as the factories and temples that have become ruins.
However, none of the things promised by the demon generals in front of them have been fulfilled. For this reason, the origin of magic has killed several demon generals, but no matter who is replaced as the commander, the ending seems to be the same.
So now, Magic Origin no longer kills generals indiscriminately, because he is used to it, used to hearing bad news, and used to the fact that no one can change the outcome.
"We have already conveyed the order to him! General West is already attacking the enemy's flanks southward. As long as we hold on here for 90 days, the situation will turn around." The leading demon general spoke quickly and gave a
A distant promise.
There is no way, last time a general said 20 days, but after 20 days he was killed by the angry magic source.
So if you give it a little more time, you might be able to live a few more days. Even if the miracle doesn't happen after 90 days, it's hard to say whether the source of magic is in the mood to kill himself at that time.
"90 days? It only took you three days to bring the enemy from the horizon to me! Bastard! Bastard!" As a result, the source of magic, which is getting smarter and smarter, seems to be no longer easy to fool.
He also knew very well that it would not take that long to determine the outcome of the situation in front of him.
In 10 days at most, he would lead his troops in person and engage in close combat with the human troops that had already entered the city.
Or maybe, there is no need for humans to rush in and fight him in the street. Humans only need to surround him a little, consume the demonic troops around the source of magic, isolate him, and then find an opportunity to kill him with one blow.
"A few days ago, weren't you still saying that troops from the northeast would soon be able to go south to rescue this place?" The source of magic asked, seemingly remembering the promises made by these demon generals a few days ago.
Another demon general quickly explained: "General West's army does not have many cavalry, and the speed of his southward movement..."
In fact, it is not a matter of lack of cavalry. The main reason is that the northern demon army under General West actually did not repel the so-called human troops at all.
This northern demon force was just not wiped out by the human counterattack. General West suffered heavy losses and was forced to flee for his life by the human offensive force.
They have been retreating, just retreating south - except for the source of magic itself, everyone knows that the so-called rescue of General West cannot actually change the current situation at all.
It's just that everyone is deceiving and deceiving themselves. They are all procrastinating. They procrastinate for one day and don't think about tomorrow at all.
There was no other way. Who made the Bulkland Fortress and the 1st Armored Corps, which the Eilanhir Empire had previously moved north, turn around and move south to fight back to the center?
Because he did not run into the main force of the Elanshir Empire, General West, who was dealing with the demon servant army, became the only army of demons still fighting in the wild.
It is almost the hope of the whole village. If he can go south smoothly, then the demon army seems to have hope of defending Withollands.
Of course, this hope is only the unilateral hope of the devil. Most of the devil generals also know that it is more appropriate to say that this is psychological comfort and sustenance rather than hope.
Expecting West is basically the same as expecting the God of Magic to suddenly appear: they are all unrealistic fantasies.
"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you were organizing a counterattack to drive those damn humans to a place where they can't attack here?" The source of magic continued to ask anxiously, listening to the distant sound of cannons one after another.
He may not want to hear an answer he is satisfied with, he is simply asking questions and simply making himself feel more comfortable.
But it is a pity that when he made himself comfortable, he made the generals who racked their brains to answer him very uncomfortable.
Without hearing the answer, the source of magic began to explode again. He just slapped the table as if the table was Chris: "What do you do for food? Where are my troops? What are the troops marked on the map doing?
Shouldn't they be fighting back! Shouldn't they be fighting desperately, shouldn't they be repelling the enemy?"
When it came to the excitement, the source of magic stood up, walked to the map, pointed at the troops marked on the map, and continued to roar: "Come on! See for yourselves! Look! There are 2 million troops in the whole city, but
So many troops are being beaten! Who will explain it to me? Explain it to me!"