Chapter 335 Garrison and Meeting

"Everyone, it has been more than ten days since we received the message."

The garrison commander raised his head, and the expressions of the mages in the command room were reflected in his azure eyes. The soft and slender ear tips meant that he was a noble high elf.

He had the same ear tips as most of the people sitting there, and wore a white robe that represented luxury.

The human mages who were allowed to sit at the end seemed out of place.

"According to the information received from the wounded, the fourth advance team has been confirmed to be completely out of contact."

An elven mage asked, raising his own doubts.

"Even if the laws of the empire are harsh, there shouldn't be no spellcaster who comes back to report."

The garrison commander, Eno, frowned slightly.

"I don't know, maybe they found that they couldn't escape when they wanted to escape."

In order to prevent the mages from abandoning their comrades.

In order to keep these central combat forces that wandered on the edge of the army and researchers, let them follow the order.

The empire bound them in the military formation with laws and honor.

Every mage cannot escape before the army is completely defeated, otherwise he will be severely punished by military law when he escapes back to the army.

You can resist to death, or you can surrender.

The laws and honors from top to bottom lock these mages who should be free, making them follow the war itself.

Although the military law is strict.

But a considerable number of war mages should have mastered the flying spell, which consumes a lot of magic power and mental power. They can leave the ground and fly in the sky.

But now the portal garrison has not received any escaped mages.

On the contrary, more of the lowest-level infantry escaped from the two annihilation battles against the advance team.

These recruited infantry can only mutter metal golems and explosions.

Very important and critical.

But those fragmented intelligence can't piece together the original appearance of the enemy at all. They also have constructs. It's just that those expensive constructs are far less cost-effective than directly recruiting armored trolls. The production cost of armored trolls is only on the reusable armor on them.

A cheap and efficient consumable that can effectively tear apart the enemy's formation, and it won't seem painful to consume it.

The garrison commander swept his sharp eyes across the exquisitely decorated conference room, hoping to find the answer from these mages.

How many main forces are there in the enemy? Is the force that attacked the advance team one of them?

What is the enemy's movement pattern, along the water? Along the sky? Along the land?

If they follow the land, are they moving in the forest or in the plains?

It is still very special, relying on the portal to shuttle back and forth between various areas.

The portal garrison command didn't know, they only knew that they had two advance teams, and two-quarters of the dispatched troops disappeared silently.

They are not God, and they don't have an observer's perspective. They can only piece together the broken blueprint of the enemy group based on the little information they have now.

The garrison commander vaguely felt by intuition that they were facing only a fast-moving force.

His intuition, that sharp intuition, was conveying such information to him.

The enemy commander hid himself and hid all his purposes in the heavy curtain he built. All the intelligence was used to speculate the purpose and possibility of his actions. The intelligence he could get now could not speculate the purpose of the enemy commander.

If you can't predict the enemy's next move, you can't make corresponding actions.

But he didn't dare to gamble.

If you lose the bet, you will be doomed.

The empire needs their intelligence and needs to measure the development value of a world based on the intelligence of the advance team. This is also the greatest meaning of their existence.

The unknown is dangerous.

Each of them is burdened with the responsibility of the family behind them, their surnames, their names.

Once the advance team is formed, it cannot be revoked at any time.

Looking at the spreading silence, the elves' faces are no longer as bright as before, and the human mages sitting at the end are still silent.

The garrison commander had to admit that there were and only mages in his team, and they were much smarter than their own people.

But they were not experts in the profession of war.

The founders of the empire used a plan to resolve the racial barriers and unify all intelligent races, but they fell into the dilemma of wizards ruling the country.

Those who truly mastered the technology were excluded from the decision-making system.

In the past, they could rely on their own amazing number of war wizards to help them deal with all resistance, but this time it was different. The other side presented the concept of war to all wizards.

"Order the two advance troops to stay in place and do not send troops out of the camp."

Waiting in place will not solve the problem. On the other side of the portal behind them, the decision-makers there are waiting for intelligence to be sent back.

"War wizard, organize a reconnaissance team composed of wizards who have mastered flying magic, at an altitude of 500 meters."

We need to find the enemy's location, their composition, and their camp.

The war wizard troops must take the initiative to attack and find the enemy.

"Five hundred meters, is it too high..."

Another elven wizard raised his hand and asked.

"No, I'm considering whether to increase the flight altitude."

Eno tapped the table lightly. The altitude of 500 meters has allowed war wizards to fully exert their abilities.

The higher they fly, the more energy the casters will need to consume, until they exceed a certain altitude limit and the consumption will not increase again.

Many people attribute this to the fact that the elemental energy is too thin because they are too far from the ground, and the casters must extract their own magic power to maintain it.

"Human, what do you think of your fellow race?"

Eno focused his eyes on the group of humans at the end who had remained silent since entering the field.

This was the second information brought back by the escapees, their enemies, pure humans.

The survivors of the first and fourth advance teams can prove this, that it was the humans who drove the steel creations who annihilated them all with weapons that made a strong sound.

"Leaving no prisoners is very much like your style."

A human mage responded, and Eno saw a hint of perfunctory and sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

"Maybe."

Don't worry, I see that you elves have never been soft-hearted when you attack your own race and foreign races.

The human mage sat in his seat and began to close his eyes to rest.