Chapter 686 Giving up Micromanagement Is a Kind of Wisdom

The Mayfly attack came just as Richard expected.

According to the news from the front line, the Galaxy Mayfly used ten level 3.5 battle groups this time,

two of which tried to cut off the wizard's northern salient, and four battle groups attacked from the middle, trying to continue to stretch the front line. There were four battle groups attacking in the south, but the offensive intensity was not high, and it seemed to be just a diversion.

The Mayfly battle groups are divided into five levels, from level 1 to level 4. Among them, level 4 is a virtual reference, representing the mayflies of the entire world, so the highest level of the battle group is level 3.5.

And these ten level 3.5 battle groups are almost equivalent to one hundred level 3 battle groups. If all these battle groups are full, the total number of mayflies dispatched by the Mayfly should reach 1 billion.

This is also the first time that Richard has so intuitively felt the dilemma of the wizard civilization on the battlefield.

"1 billion... this is not even full strength."

Richard looked at the information analyzed by the staff and couldn't help rubbing his brows.

"Mayfly must have a considerable number of reserve troops. Even if we estimate in the best case scenario that Mayfly's entire army is pressed forward this time, then Galaxy Mayfly will have at least 1.3 billion combatants.

And the war has been going on for such a long time, their hatchery is estimated to have been built and put into production.

That is to say, if we ignore them, this number will continue to increase.

Great Wizard of the Purifying Fire, you really left me a 'good situation'."

But complaining is complaining, the situation is already like this, and no matter how many complaints you make, it will not change the slightest. Richard can only do his best now to prevent the situation from getting worse.

But...what else can he do besides increasing his troops?

To be frank, if he relies on the wizard corps, then he basically has no possibility of taking the initiative to attack.

Hundreds of thousands of elite wizards are Richard's insurance, and they must not be used easily. And relying on those fill-in wizards...

"Alas."

Richard sighed helplessly.

After learning about the education that those fill-in wizards had received, Richard had no hope for their frontal offensive capabilities.

Six years of basic quality improvement and general education, three years of orthodox wizard education, this is all the education that fill-in wizards can receive.

This is even easier than producing a knight in the mortal world.

Even so, the Parliament of Truth still felt that it was not fast enough. According to the news that Richard heard from Jimmy, the Institute of Creation of Evolutionary Paths of the Constitutional Corona is currently researching potions that have no side effects or minimal side effects, thereby accelerating the growth of mortal children.

It is too late to receive education at the age of five now. If growth can be accelerated, then wizard civilization can produce more wizards before the arrival of the Dharma Ending Age.

This is of great significance for surviving the Dharma Ending Age.

But from Richard's point of view, this is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

Wizards who have received this kind of education can no longer be called wizards, they are just large wizard apprentices. Even if there are more of these wizards, they are just bloated.

The simple education allows them to perform spell concentration, but it can only allow them to perform spell concentration. They are not old enough to be able to control magic proficiently, which means that joint casting will be difficult, and legion magic is even more difficult.

Unable to jointly cast spells and not knowing legion magic, this kind of wizard legion in the era of plane expeditions would be regarded as a joke.

Even the newly established White Wizard Academy and the White Wizard Legion they formed would not be like this.

"I hope my experiment will succeed." Richard muttered to himself.

If the idea of ​​the hybrid legion can succeed, then these fill-in wizards at least have the ability to attack.

"Commander-in-chief, there is a communication from the Joint Command of the Northern Theater." Abel came to Richard and whispered, "They want to ask for instructions on the next action to prevent disrupting your big plan."

"Big plan?" Richard laughed, "I only have one direction, where is the big plan."

"What do you mean?" Abel asked tentatively.

Richard waved his hand: "Let them do what they want. I only ask for one thing, to preserve the manpower as much as possible."

Abel's face straightened: "Yes."

...

Northern Theater Joint Command

"...The corps is under the full command of your department. The headquarters only makes one request, to minimize the loss of personnel."

Looking at the instructions given by the headquarters, Tolia rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not wrong.

"Are those guys in the headquarters changed their temperament?"

Beside Tolia, a wizard wearing a black robe and looking like a tree man was surprised.

"God knows, the Great Wizard of the Purifying Fire died, and the headquarters must have sent a new great wizard. This may be the intention of the new great wizard." An undead wizard said. He sat opposite Tolia, and while he was talking, the pale soul fire in his eye sockets kept jumping.

"It must be Master Richard's idea."

On the left of the undead wizard, an alchemist wizard who was transformed into an alchemy machine spoke.

"Master Richard? Watt, do you know this new great wizard?"

The alchemist wizard called Watt said helplessly.

"Don't you guys care about the change of the commander-in-chief? Our current boss is from the same era as us, Master Richard who created the small floating city back then."

After hearing this introduction, several old wizards instantly knew who Richard was.

"That Master Richard!" Tolia said in surprise, "I remember that the master disappeared? How come he is now..."

The red light in Watt's eyes flashed.

"Only God knows. We only need to know one thing now, that is, this master is an extremely smart man. He has seen that it is useless to keep the land, and the right way is to keep the people.

And... he doesn't micro-manage."

Hearing Watt's last sentence, the wizards present were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed.

"Yes, in fact, nothing else matters, as long as you don't interfere in the battlefield." The tree wizard said, "Not everyone has the talent of the Sword of Victory, who can easily command the battlefield even if they are thousands of kilometers apart."

Hearing the tree wizard mention the Sword of Victory, several wizards nodded in agreement.

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The Sword of Victory is a rising star among wizards in this era. If we want to compare his brilliance, his position among the lower-level wizards is almost equivalent to Richard's position among the alchemy wizards.

Any wizard army is willing to join the Great Wizard of the Sword of Victory, because he can always bring them victory.

But there are always some great wizards who think they can do it, and try to imitate the Great Wizard of the Sword of Victory.

The result is that the wizards on the front line suffered heavy casualties, making the wizards' already scarce troops even more stretched.

"Master Richard is worthy of being the one who created the small floating city. Both wisdom and rationality are far beyond ordinary wizards." The necromancer sighed, "If the Great Wizard of the Purifying Fire had the rationality of Master Richard, he would not have perished with the King of Mayflies."

"No one is alive, why are you still talking about this."

Tolia waved his hand and stood up.

"Since the command has given us the power to command freely, the next war depends on us.

Joint defense circle plan, start it."

...

Boom!

Continuous fireballs exploded in the air, creating ripples on the joint energy barrier of the mayflies.

In the sky, the wizard's air combat corps continued to fight with the mayflies. After absorbing the forerunner technology, the wizard's technology has also greatly improved.

The small metal ball flying around the big metal sphere has the forerunner crystal floating cannon as its core. These floating cannons have good attacks and are also capable of joint casting. Through special training, wizards can even achieve the effect of a mayfly battle group by controlling these metal floating cannons.

The floating cannons gathered together and turned into a huge spell-like model. Then there was a white thunder that almost pierced the sky, instantly breaking through the energy barrier of the mayflies and electrocuting thousands of mayflies into charcoal.

In response, beams of light shot out from the mayfly battle group like rain, and each beam corresponded to a metal floating cannon.

But in the instant after the lightning was fired, the wizard had already controlled the floating cannon to dodge. The floating guns that can move in three dimensions are the most troublesome enemies for any non-tracking attacks.

A huge rain of light fell, like a meteor shower. But after this rainstorm, only part of the metal floating guns were destroyed, and most of them could continue to fight.

So a new round of battle began.

On the ground, a huge group of horned mayflies rushed towards the fortress group like a tide. Behind them were groups of hunter mayflies. These subspecies with magic-hating shells far exceeded the power, speed, reaction and coordination of ordinary wizards, and were almost the nightmare of all solitary wizards.

"Release the ground trap."

Following the order of the position commander, runes suddenly lit up under the feet of the horned mayflies near the fortress group, and then the ground with a width of more than 500 meters and a length of more than 10 kilometers suddenly turned into mud.

Even though the horned mayflies also have wings that allow them to fly short distances, under this sudden attack, a large number of horned mayflies still fell into the ground.

But this is just the beginning.

The muddy ground suddenly emitted a wave of energy, and then the mud hardened quickly, instantly solidifying the horned mayflies trapped in it.

Then, the saturated witchcraft from the fortress group fell into the cluster, and tens of thousands of horned mayflies turned into ashes because of the trap.

In the war fortress, young faces looked at the insect swarm in the distance through the observation port, either fearful or angry, and under their control, the alchemical turrets were like angry dragons, constantly venting their anger.

But even with saturated witchcraft attacks, there are still fish that slip through the net.

Half of the carapace of a horned mayfly was carbonized, but it still charged forward. With a "bang", the horned mayfly exerted force suddenly, and the magic-breaking horn pierced into the wall of the fortress.

But this collision also exhausted his last bit of strength.

Before he died, his vocal organs emitted a low cry.

"Everything for the mayflies!"