Four Hundred and Eighty-Four Sad

A general guarding outside the main hall took a sealed letter from the waiter, opened it and saw the order above, with a relaxed expression on his face.

He looked at his subordinates, put his hand on the long sword, and ordered: "Finally! I finally got a decent order! Come with me! Get rid of those damned demons!"

After all, he raised his foot and walked outside the main hall. There, there were other demon soldiers who escaped with the demon general. The rest of the demons were outside the city. They could not enter Burkeland without orders. .

After all, this is Burkeland, and many of its people have fought demons. It was one thing to make them come to terms with the devil, quite another to let the devil into their city.

Hearing his order, the faces of the soldiers of the magic legion standing outside the hall were also full of joyful expressions.

These soldiers, who could be called the guards of the puppet empire, drew their weapons, followed their commanders, and fiercely walked towards their so-called "allies" in the past.

"Don't let any one go! Because there are still demons stationed outside the city! Don't let the wind leak!" The leading general drew out his sword while giving the order. His saber is extraordinarily gorgeous, and the blades have been carefully polished to be extremely sharp.

"Don't worry! General! This is the order we should carry out! It seems that our great magister, Your Excellency, has finally repented!" His adjutant said happily, holding a long sword.

The demons outside the door never thought that bad luck would befall them like this. Having just escaped from the jaws of Alan Hill, they are still thankful that they can live on for the rest of their lives.

However, they didn't have much time to rejoice. With an order, the surrounding human soldiers suddenly surrounded them and surrounded them outside the front door of the magic tower.

"What are you doing? Our general is going to talk to your great magister! Don't you want to rebel?" A demon officer glared at the soldiers of the Magic Legion who surrounded him with long swords, and yelled loudly.

Cunningly, he also made a gesture to his soldiers behind him, telling everyone to be careful and ready to cover the breakout at any time.

It's a pity that he still didn't fully see the situation in front of him, because in the next second, the humans in front of him began to wave their long swords.

All of a sudden, 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, some magicians in the puppet empire were injured and fell to the ground.

Not surprisingly, the battlefield was quickly brought under control. None of the dozens of demons present was alive, and next to their bodies lay the remains of several human magicians.

"It seems that the great magister is finally going to make peace with Alan Hill, unanimously, and fight the devil to the death." Several soldiers discussed the development of the matter excitedly, and behind them, several soldiers who sent orders had crossed the border. on their own dragon.

"Assemble all the troops! Surround and destroy the demons outside the city! Don't let any one go!" An officer loudly ordered these soldiers who were in charge of delivering orders.

The soldiers who received the order nodded lightly on the dragon's back, then covered their visors with their hands, pulled the reins of the dragon, and let the dragon flap its wings.

A battle ended hastily like this, and a new battle continued. The demons outside the city don't know that the puppet empire has turned its face, they just retreated from the front line,

Still resting and camping.

But what awaited them was a bitter battle. More than 10,000 magician legions from the puppet empire were dispatched, surrounded them, and launched a fierce attack on them.

The subsequent results are well known to everyone. The 2,000 demon troops were all wiped out in the end, but the puppet empire, which had the upper hand, also paid a heavy price with more than 300 people killed in battle.

On the one hand, the fighting power of the demons is really strong, and the reason that the trapped beasts will still fight makes them burst out with great potential. They fought together to the end, relying on the camp and the terrain to block them, they caused considerable trouble to the puppet empire magician army who besieged them.

On the other hand, it was also because the main force of the puppet empire suffered heavy losses, and the combat effectiveness of the guards was no longer as good as before. The core and elite of this army have been transferred to the front line, and the rest are some second-rate players, and the natural combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

"Your Excellency the Great Magister! We have eliminated all the demons according to your order." After receiving the exact report from his subordinates, the commander of the Guards returned to the main hall and returned to Travish: "No one has been released. Pass."

"Very good...you lead the troops yourself, bring all the magicians that can be assembled, and puppet soldiers, and set off immediately to the front line in the northeast to release our secret weapon!" Travish ordered weakly .

His order made the general tremble, and he asked subconsciously: "My lord... shall we continue to fight Alan Hill?"

"Of course! We still have a secret weapon! We haven't failed yet! Why did we surrender?" Travish looked into the general's eyes, showing distrust: "Forget it! You don't want to go, just gather the army That's good! I have another candidate for the commander."

"Yes... yes." The general knew that his question just now had already made him lose his trust. So he could only bow his head and surrender his command.

After the general walked out of the hall, Travish looked at one of his apprentices and ordered, "Go and command!"

When the apprentice heard that he was ordered to go to the front line, he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no! Teacher! I'm just a great magician. If I go, I won't be able to convince the crowd! Why don't you let a more senior person go..."

Hearing his evasion, another apprentice of the magister was the first to speak, complaining: "Although I have a higher level of cultivation, I have never commanded an army..."

From their point of view, going to the front line is now tantamount to death, so it is natural to dodge in every possible way. As for which unlucky one will be in the end, only God knows.

Looking at the apprentices who tried to blame each other, Travish thought of the undead Frundsberg who had been tortured by him. For some reason, he suddenly had a feeling of sadness in his heart.

In the past, when he gave orders to anyone, it represented a kind of honor. Countless people are rushing to do things for him, there seems to be nothing he can't do in the world - but now, on the contrary, there is not even a single person who is willing to do things for him...