Chapter 2148 Donkey Is Good

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As an unqualified commander, relying on the experience he inherited from Alex, McGonagall had an in-depth discussion and planning with Dominic.

The scale of this war, the many arms involved, and the complexity of the situation are even more exaggerated than the racial wars of the past.

Back then, race wars, that is, two or three races fought against each other, seemed to be a mess, but looking at it separately, there were not many large-scale wars.

Moreover, the coalition was formed temporarily, not to mention the tacit understanding between each other, and even the trust may not be able to be full.

"With this arrangement, once the defense line is lost, it may be difficult to control the situation." Dominic frowned as he looked at Mag's defensive formation lined up on the sand table.

"Millions of undead corps, charging bravely without fear of death, a simple line of defense can't be defended, so I plan to make an opening in these three canyons and let them in.

Divide millions of soldiers, and then stretch the front.

Artillery battalions and magician regiments are arranged on both sides of the canyon to kill the undead army to the maximum extent.

Arrange a pocket-shaped encirclement at the exit of the canyon, set up formations and defend with heavy troops.

The Dragon Legion stepped forward, killing and injuring the Undead Legion in advance by virtue of its superiority in the air.

But our ultimate goal is to lure Cthulhu, and try to lure it into the formation and seal it.

Once Cthulhu is successfully sealed, the undead army will have no leader, and the crisis will be lifted. "

Mag fiddled with the sand table for a while and came up with a new formation map.

Dominic's eyes lit up, he circled the sand table twice, and frowned again: "This arrangement can stop the undead army for a while, but how can we lure Cthulhu into the seal?"

The devil is mysterious and unpredictable. If the seal outside the city of chaos hadn't been lifted, they wouldn't even know that there was such a terrifying existence sealed in the Nolan Continent.

They have a long life, even longer than a race exists.

Even the giant dragon with a long life is also ignorant of this.

They have terrifying abilities and cannot be killed, not even severely wounded.

Only the sealing formation passed down from ancient times can seal them again.

But how difficult this is, their calculations, in its view, are probably just a joke.

"I wonder if you have heard of the puff pastry theory?" McGonagall asked.

"Thousand-layer cake?" Dominique shook his head. This sounds like a food theory, but what is it?

Mag showed a somewhat mysterious smile: "Cthulhu has existed for countless years, and the wisdom he possesses must be far beyond our imagination, but no matter how high his IQ is, facing the traps we set up, he still has to carry out think:

He may see that this is a trap, then it is on the second floor, and it thinks we are on the first floor, but we are actually on the fifth floor. "

Dominic nodded thoughtfully, remained silent for a while, and couldn't help asking: "So, so what is the fifth floor?"

"Well, you'll know when the time comes." McGonagall smiled, "Leave the formation of troops to you, and the formation of traps to me. My only request to you is to destroy 200,000 undead legions, and guarantee The blockade is not breached."

"Okay." Dominic nodded seriously.

With millions of soldiers in hand, if he didn't have this confidence, it would be in vain for him to be the marshal of the empire for decades.

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McGonagall then went to see Michael and learned about the current progress of the artillery.

"With the full support of Ms. Hill, the current daily output of artillery has reached 300 pieces, and the output of shells has reached 5,000 rounds.

The docking with the dwarves has also been successful. Fifty technicians have arrived at the dwarves yesterday with blueprints, and they will fully supply the artillery.

The goblins have also promised to fully supply the materials needed for the shells. After the mass production of the dwarves' artillery, Chaos City will fully produce shells and close the artillery production line. "Michael took Mag to visit the artillery production workshop,

One side introduced.

"Miss Hill, it's a big picture." McGonagall nodded, and her evaluation of Hill went up to a new level.

A hero emerges in troubled times. Although Hill is a woman, she has a great pattern and vision.

The trains that were opened before have now become the best tool for transporting ore. Freight trains are running between Vic Ridge and Chaos City, and the efficiency has increased countless times.

If it weren't for the current chaotic situation and the great enemy, all ethnic groups would definitely pay attention to this smooth transportation line.

As long as the Nolan Continent can survive this wave, the train will inevitably become the leading development in the next hundred years of peace.

If you want to get rich, build roads first.

This is the general existence of truth.

And Hill holds the big treasury of Buffett's bank in his hand, and has the advantage of being a first-mover. He also holds the core technology of the steam engine in his hand. He is simply an excellent money-making tool.

Mag has even thought about lying on the shoulders of giants and living a life of financial freedom in the future.

"Yes, in troubled times, women don't give way to men." Michael nodded with emotion, "Not only Miss Hill, but Miss Gloria from the Moulton family came to the city lord's mansion the day before yesterday and said that she would fight for the coalition forces. Donate a large number of combat cotton coats."

"Gloria?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen the girl who likes tofu nao for some time.

It was noon when we came out of the city lord's mansion.

The sun was shining on his face, it was a bit dazzling, the snow had almost melted, and the tip of the willow tree beside him was a little green, it seemed that spring was coming soon.

"Alex!"

A somewhat surprised voice sounded.

Mag withdrew his gaze and looked at the knight standing in front of him holding a black donkey, with a square face and an emerald long sword at his waist, with a simple and honest smile and bright eyes.

Conti Nicholas.

His name came to McGonagall's mind for the first time. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen him for several months.

He looked darker, and there was a long and thin scar on the left side of his face, which looked like a mark left by the claws of some kind of monster.

The armor on his body has many traces of wear and tear, and it is no longer bright.

But only those eyes are still cool and energetic, like a bright boy!

"Hi, I'm Alex." McGonagall looked at him and said.

"I heard that you stopped slaying dragons, and now you're slaying demons, right?" Kang Di looked at Mag and asked excitedly.

"It was arranged like this recently." Mag nodded slightly.

"If that's the case, then I can only join the Northern Expedition Corps in Chaos City to fight side by side with you." Emperor Kang said with a somewhat honest smile.

Mag looked at him, then at the black donkey he was leading, and said with a smile, "The donkey is not bad."

Kang Di reached out and touched the head of the black donkey, and said with a smile: "New buddy, but it's really good."