"Ice cone technique!" Facing the flames, an old magician stretched out his arm and chanted ice magic, causing huge ice cones to rush towards the beating flames one after another.
Then, these ice cone techniques melted and evaporated in the flames, but also reduced the rolling flames.
However, the flames that only dropped a little height climbed back to the same height after a second, even jumped higher and beat more violently.
Just holding this line of defense to put out the fire made the old magician a little tired. He glanced at the puppet soldiers who kept flapping the tools in their hands against the flames, and shook his head helplessly.
The terrible fire in front of us has spread for thousands of kilometers, burned for more than ten days, and has no tendency to extinguish at all.
The devouring fire ignited by Elanthir has turned into a complete disaster due to the slow response of the puppet empire.
More than 100 villages and small towns were devoured by fire, countless jungles were completely destroyed, and the entire puppet empire was filled with thick smoke and flames. Many fire scenes were even connected together, forming a larger sea of fire.
The fires continued to spread, destroying roads and blocking traffic. What was even more frightening was that these fires also ignited the puppet empire's stockpiles near the roads and the supply depots next to the forest.
These supply depots store the last remaining supplies of the puppet empire, including magic crystals that have been transported in advance, as well as food, ammunition, clothing, and thousands of puppet supplementary accessories.
Without these things, the puppet empire would have no way to continue fighting. Without its production capacity and replenishment capacity, all that is left in this country are the improvised armies on the front line that have low combat effectiveness.
"I'm afraid we can't defend this place...have all the supplies been moved?" The old mage gasped, looked at the more ferocious fire, shook his head and asked a senior puppet behind him.
The more advanced puppet spoke immediately and replied in its unique accent: "Your Majesty the Great Magician... We have already transported all the supplies. The rest cannot be taken away."
After looking at the large supply depot behind him that seemed to have been built for a long time and carefully disguised, the old magician let out a long sigh and turned around to leave the scene of fire.
After he flew away, most of the remaining puppet soldiers also began to retreat. They abandoned the land, leaving only some puppets who could not leave, responsible for covering the rapid transfer of other puppets.
Soon, the remaining puppets were swallowed up by the rising flames. They were still working meticulously in the flames, trying to extinguish the flames in front of them and complete the instructions they received.
However, the flames on their bodies quickly burned off their arms and paralyzed their bodies. Finally, the bodies of these puppets disappeared in the hot flames.
The place in front of me is just one of the many places that the puppet empire has given up in these ten days.
Ailanthir has destroyed so many transportation hubs and forests of the Puppet Empire these days that many magicians in the Puppet Empire have become numb to everything they have seen.
Not far from where the old magician put out the fire, there was a paralyzed Centipede City that was already empty of people.
The huge body was covered with scars from the explosion, and the city was completely destroyed by Tomahawk cruise missiles, followed by ordinary bombs.
Many of the originally hard and slender centipede legs on both sides of Centipede City have been broken. The remaining long legs that are intact now seem to have lost their souls, hanging motionless beside the collapsed building.
The people here are lucky because the bombers that attacked here did not carry nuclear bombs, so the damage here seems serious, but in fact it was not really destroyed, and not too many people were lost...
Only when they saw that they were about to be surrounded and engulfed by fire did the people here abandon their homes and embark on a long escape road.
Farther away, we were not so lucky. A larger Centipede City was hit by a nuclear weapon in the middle of its body, and the degree of damage reached at least 70%. Except for some civilians at the head and tail who were spared, most of the remaining civilians were
, all died from the powerful explosion of that nuclear warhead.
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"The Ghost Mist Forest...actually no longer exists. The situation is similar, there are the Dark Whisper Forest, the Python Forest, and the Dovinak Forest..." Centipede City Bulklan, the huge magic on the head of the tallest centipede in the city
On the tower, an officer from the puppet empire opened his mouth to report the statistics of the past few days.
The Ghost Mist Forest was exactly as he said. Basically, it had been completely destroyed by forest fires. The situation of the remaining forests was not optimistic, with less than 30% of the remaining trees.
The top leaders of the puppet empire now have to face a problem that makes them extremely depressed, that is, their supply of wood has really been cut off.
Similarly, it is not only the wood of the puppet empire that has been cut off, but also countless roads, countless people, and countless puppet soldiers.
"We have lost so much wood... Has the production of puppets been seriously affected?" Grand Magister Travish sat in his seat and asked.
The officer subconsciously turned a page of the report, and found that he had made a mistake. So he turned back to the previous page and continued: "Yesterday, we only produced 3,000 puppet soldiers."
Such a huge puppet empire only produced so few puppets in one day, which made Grand Magister Travish's expression even more ugly.
What made him even more panicked was the following report. He only heard the officer continue to report: "Including the mines that were destroyed before, our losses have caused us to almost lose the ability to produce puppets."
"It turns out that it seemed wise for us to let Bulklan go south to avoid possible enemy attacks." An old magician sitting next to Grand Magister Travish said happily.
Previously, Bulkeland had been operating in the northern part of the puppet empire. After Eiland Hill's attack force arrived near the Malen River, in order to avoid being attacked, Bulkeland changed its route to the southeast, thus avoiding the bombing.
"Why are you lucky to have saved Bulkland... We are now under attack by a nuclear bomb! Dozens of mines have been lost..." Sitting on the other side, the old magician with the same wrinkled face spoke and said in a long voice.
"Also, at least 4 cities were attacked by nuclear bombs, and 6 other cities were paralyzed on the roads." He said while looking at Travish who looked embarrassed.
As the Grand Magister of the Puppet Empire, his power is comparable to that of Travish, and his status has always been very detached. This time he participated in such a meeting simply because the situation had deteriorated and he had to step forward.
With two equally powerful great magisters sitting in charge, other magicians finally had some voices to resist Travish.
"We have lost most of the supply depots in the Northeast region, and most of the supplies stored in these supply depots..." A magician continued: "Since two days ago, we have almost no material replenishment capabilities."
"Now, the issues we need to consider are, first, how to deal with the increasing number of refugees and how to deal with the dilemma before us." The old magician sitting next to Grand Magister Travish nodded.
He opened his mouth and concluded.
"Second!" He stretched out his second finger and continued to ask: "Are we going to do something to retaliate against Ailan Hill, so as to show our power and give Ailan Hill something to do?
Don't be afraid to use nuclear bombs to attack us again..."
"Third, we need to think...whether we should continue to fight, and how to persist in this war that has no chance of winning!"
"You mean... you want to hand me over as a war criminal and let Elan Hill deal with it?" Travish glanced at the old magician sitting next to him and asked with dissatisfaction.
The old magician snorted coldly, without saving any face for Travish: "This is all the mess you made. If the face of the puppet empire is not taken into consideration, handing you over is not impossible..."
The old man sitting on the other side of Travish immediately spoke up and said: "Okay! Stop saying angry words... What we have to consider now is how to end the war with Eiland Hill as soon as possible."
"Or... at least, make it impossible for Elan Hill to attack our puppet empire like this..." Finally, the old man concluded a few words: "Everyone, if you have any good ideas, you can tell us!"
There was a lot of discussion in the low-level place, but no one was willing to stand up and give their own opinion. Now, everyone has begun to protect themselves wisely. If you stand up and offer suggestions at this time, what else is it but a fool?
So the silence continued like this, until Travish made an accusation - the Grand Magister felt that he had been betrayed by his subordinates, and he felt that these people no longer adhered to their oaths.
So he roared, hysterical and full of resentment: "You think we must have lost now! All you are thinking about is - let that Travish die! You are already planning to hand me over! It's just that
You are still afraid of my strength and don’t dare to do this!”
He revealed the thoughts of many people, so many people in the venue lowered their heads to hide their panic eyes.
Just as Travish was roaring, Ireland's Foreign Minister Strider was sitting in front of the elven liaison envoy Farai, bragging about a "Vegetation Renewal Plan for the Northeastern Puppet Zone"...