1022 Deja Vu Basement

Listening to the rumble of cannons outside, the source of magic in the basement of the Temple of Withorans kept roaring every day.

He seems to be simply venting, it seems that he is just expressing his dissatisfaction with the increasingly unreliable generals.

At this moment, it has been condensed into the source of magic of a young man, and he kept slapping the table with his palm, and the dangdang 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 definite information about the counterattack on the northern front. General Weston has repelled the human troops and stabilized the line of defense." A general replied nervously, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

It's no wonder that he's doing this more and more recently, it's just because he doesn't have the courage to speak up without swallowing his saliva in the face of such a situation and such a cruel boss.

The so-called three-line counterattack is now a complete joke. Let alone breaking through the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire, it is very difficult to get close.

The army of millions assembled with great difficulty has basically been wiped out by humans. The troops in the central theater had been confirmed to be defeated a few days ago, and the troops who fled back were not even one-fifth of what they were when they set off.

What's even more frightening is that without the reserve team, the original line of defense can't even hold on. The defense line of the entire central region was breached by humans, directly exposing Whithorans to the enemy's attack.

"What's the use of stabilizing the line of defense? What I want is reinforcements! It's a counterattack! It's about defeating the enemies attacking Withorlands!" The source of magic roared, slapping the table and shouting.

He has listened to his subordinates shouting all kinds of counterattack promises for almost 100 days. As a result, the counterattack has continued until today, at this very moment! The counterattack has reached the city of Whithorans!

Now, the suburbs of Witthollands have become a battlefield! Enemy shells are ready to pour down on temples, factories and sanctuaries that are in ruins.

However, none of the things promised by the demonic generals in front of them were fulfilled. For this reason, the origin of magic has killed several demon generals, but no matter who is replaced as the commander, it seems that the ending is the same.

So now, the source of magic is no longer killing generals indiscriminately, because he is used to it, used to hearing bad news, and the fact that no one can change the ending.

"We have conveyed the order to him! General West is already attacking the enemy's flank in the south. As long as we stay here for 90 days, the situation will turn around." The leading demon general hurriedly said,

A distant promise is given.

No way, last time a general said 20 days, but he was killed by the angry magic source after 20 days.

So with a little more time, maybe I can live a few more days. Even if the miracle does not happen after 90 days, it is not easy to say whether the source of magic will be in the mood to kill himself at that time.

"90 days? It took you only three days to put the enemy in front of me from the sky! Bastard! Bastard!" As a result, the source of magic, which is getting smarter and smarter, doesn't seem to be easy to fool.

He is also very clear that the situation in front of him will not take so long to decide the winner.

In at most 10 days, he will personally lead the troops to face-to-face with the human troops that have entered the urban area.

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 bit, consume the demon troops around the source of magic, isolate him and find a chance to kill him with one blow.

"A few days ago, didn't you guys still say that soon the troops from the Northeast can go south to rescue here?" As if remembering the promise made by these demon generals a few days ago, Magic Source asked.

Another demon general hurriedly explained: "General West's troops don't have many cavalry, and his southward speed..."

In fact, it's not that there are no cavalry. The main reason is the northern demon army under General West's command. In fact, they didn't repel the so-called human troops at all.

The demon army in the north was just not completely wiped out by the human counterattack. General West suffered heavy losses and was chased away by the human attacking force.

They've been retreating all the time, but they're just retreating south—except for the source of magic itself, everyone knows that the so-called General West's rescue can't change the current situation at all.

It's just that everyone is deceiving, and they are deceiving themselves. They are all procrastinating, and if they can procrastinate for a day, it is a day, and they don't think about tomorrow at all.

This is also a no-brainer. Who made the Bulkeland Fortress and the 1st Armored Army, which had gone northward before the Irish Empire, turn around and go southward to return to the middle?

Because he didn't hit the main force of the Alan Hill Empire, General West, who was dealing with the demon's servant army, became the only army of the demon that was 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 Whithorns.

Of course, this kind of hope is only the devil's unilateral hope, and most of the devil's generals actually know that it is not so much hope as psychological comfort and sustenance.

Counting on West basically has the same meaning as counting on the sudden appearance of the god of magic: they are all unrealistic fantasies.

"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you are organizing a counterattack to drive those damned humans to a place where they can't attack here?" The source of magic continued to ask annoyed after listening to the sound of the distant cannons.

He may not want to hear an answer that he is satisfied with. He is just asking questions and making himself more comfortable.

But it's a pity that when he made himself comfortable, he made those generals who racked their brains to answer him very uncomfortable.

Without hearing the answer, the source of magic began to erupt again. He just slapped the table like that, as if the table was Chris: "What do you all eat? Where is my army? What are the troops marked on the map doing? They shouldn't fight back! They should fight desperately, no Should we repel the enemy?"

Speaking of the excitement, the source of magic stood up, walked to the front of the map, pointed to the troops marked on the map, and continued to roar: "Come on! Take a look for yourself! Look! There are 2 million troops in the whole city, but So many troops are being beaten! Who will explain to me? Explain!"

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