A general guarding outside the main hall took a sealed letter from the waiter. After opening it, he saw the order above and showed a relaxed expression on his face.
He looked at his men, put his hand on the sword, and said: "Finally! I finally got a decent order! Follow me! Get rid of those damn demons!"
After that, he raised his feet and walked outside the main hall. There were other demon soldiers who escaped with the demon general. The remaining demons were outside the city. They could not enter Bulkland without orders.
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After all, this is Bulklan, and many people here have fought against demons. It is one thing to let them compromise with the demons, but it is another thing to let the demons enter the city where they are.
After hearing his order, the faces of the soldiers of the Magic Legion standing outside the hall also had expressions of joy written on their faces.
These soldiers, who can be called the Guards of the puppet empire, drew their weapons, followed their commanders, and fiercely walked towards their former so-called "allies".
"Don't let anyone go! Because there are demons stationed outside the city! Don't let the news leak out!" the leading general ordered while drawing out his sword. His sword was extremely gorgeous, and the blades were carefully polished.
Extremely sharp.
"Don't worry, General! This is the order we should carry out! It seems that our Lord the Great Magister has finally repented!" His adjutant said happily, holding a long sword.
The demons outside the door never thought that misfortune would befall them like this. They had just escaped from the clutches of Elanthir, and they were still grateful that they could survive and survive.
However, they didn't have much time to rejoice. With an order, the surrounding human soldiers suddenly gathered around them and surrounded them outside the front door of the magic tower.
"What are you doing? Our general is talking to your great mage about something! Do you want to rebel?" A demon officer glared at the magic legion soldiers who gathered around and carried long swords, and yelled loudly.
Being cunning, he also made a gesture to his soldiers behind him, asking everyone to be on guard and to be ready to cover the breakout at any time.
It's a pity that he still didn't fully understand the situation in front of him, because the next second, the humans in front of him began to wave the long swords in their hands.
For a time, all kinds of magic flickered, and from time to time, demons were hit by magic and fell down. Because of the devil's desperate resistance, magicians in the puppet empire were also injured and fell to the ground.
Not surprisingly, the battlefield was quickly brought under control. None of the dozens of demons present were alive. Next to their bodies were the remains of several human magicians.
"It seems that the Grand Magister is finally going to make peace with Ailan Hill, and they will unanimously fight to the death with the devil." Several soldiers excitedly discussed the future development of things, and behind them, several soldiers who were delivering orders had already crossed the border.
Climb the dragon that belongs to them.
"Gather all the troops! Surround the demons outside the city and destroy them! No one can be spared!" An officer loudly ordered the soldiers who were responsible for delivering the order.
The soldiers who received the order nodded gently on the dragon's back, then covered their face armor with their hands, pulled the dragon's reins, and let the dragon flap its wings.
One battle ended hastily, and a new battle continued to begin. The demons outside the city did not know that the puppet empire had turned against them. They had just retreated from the front line and were still resting and camping.
But what awaited them was a tough battle. More than 10,000 magician legions from the puppet empire dispatched, surrounded them, and launched a fierce attack on them.
Everyone is well aware of the subsequent results. All 2,000 demon troops were eventually wiped out, but the puppet empire, which had the upper hand, also paid a heavy price with more than 300 people killed.
On the one hand, the fighting power of the demons is indeed strong, and the principle of trapped beasts still fighting allowed them to burst out their powerful potential. They gathered together and fought bloody battles to the end. With the help of their camps and terrain to block them, they led the army of puppet empire magicians who besieged them.
There's quite a bit of trouble coming.
On the other hand, due to the heavy losses of the main force of the puppet empire, the combat effectiveness of the Guards has been greatly reduced. The core and elite of this force have been transferred to the front line, and the rest are some second-rate players.
Natural combat effectiveness will also be greatly reduced.
"Your Majesty the Great Magister! We have destroyed all the demons in accordance with your order." After receiving the exact report from his men, the commander of the Guards returned to the hall and reported to Travish: "Not a single one was spared.
Pass."
"Very good... You personally lead the troops, take all the magicians and puppet soldiers you can gather, and set off immediately to the northeastern front line to release our secret weapons!" Travish weakly ordered
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His order made the general tremble, and he subconsciously asked: "Sir... are we going to continue to fight against Elan Hill?"
"Of course! We still have secret weapons! We haven't failed yet! Why should we surrender?" Travish looked into the general's eyes with a look of distrust: "Forget it! Don't go, just assemble the army.
That’s great! I have another candidate for commander.”
"Yes...yes." The general knew that his question had already made him lose trust. So he could only bow his head and hand over his command.
After the general walked out of the hall, Travish looked at one of his apprentices and ordered: "Go and take command!"
When the apprentice heard the order to go to the front line, he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no! Teacher! I'm just a great magician. I can't convince the public if I go there! It's better to let someone more senior go..."
Upon hearing his excuse, another apprentice who was already a magister spoke first and complained: "Although I have a higher level of cultivation, I have never commanded an army..."
In their view, going to the front line is now tantamount to death, so they naturally evade it in every possible way. As for who will be unlucky in the end, only God knows.
Looking at the apprentices who were excusing each other, Travish thought of the living dead Frunzberg who had been tortured by him. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sad feeling in his heart.
In the past, it was a kind of honor for him to give orders to anyone. Countless people rushed to do things for him. It seemed that there was nothing in the world that he couldn't do. But now, on the contrary, not even a single person is willing to do things for him.
