Chapter 335 Garrison and Meeting

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

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

Some of the people sitting there have the same ear tips and wear white robes that represent luxury.

The human mages who were allowed to sit at the bottom of the table looked out of place.

"Based on the information received from the injured soldiers, the fourth advance team has been able to confirm complete integration."

An elf mage asked, raising his own question.

"Even if the empire's laws are strict, there shouldn't be any spellcasters who can't come back to report."

The garrison commander, Aino, frowned slightly.

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

In order for the mage not to abandon his comrades.

In order to retain these central combat forces hovering on the edge of the army and researchers, let them follow order.

Imperial law and honor bound them to the military formation.

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 until death, but you can also surrender.

The laws and honors issued by the emperor locked these mages who should have been free, allowing them to follow the war itself.

Although military law is strict.

However, a considerable number of war mages should have mastered flying spells, which consume magic and mental energy. They can leave the ground and fly in the sky.

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

On the contrary, those who escaped from the two annihilation battles against the advance party were more of the lowest-level infantry.

These conscripted infantrymen only chant about metal golems and explode.

Very important and critical.

But the fragmentary information was completely unable to piece together the enemy's original appearance, structure, or people. It's just that those expensive structures are far less cost-effective than recruiting armored trolls directly. The production cost of armored trolls is only the reusable set of armor they wear.

A cheap and efficient consumable that can effectively tear apart the enemy formation, and you won't feel distressed if you 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 are the enemy's main forces? Is it one of them that attacks the advance team?

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

If we follow the land, are we 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 headquarters didn't know, they only knew about their two advance teams, and two-quarters of the dispatched troops disappeared in silence.

We are not emperors, and we do not have an observer's perspective. We can only piece together the broken blueprint of the enemy group based on the little information that has been available so far.

The garrison commander vaguely felt intuitively that what they were facing was just a rapidly maneuvering force.

놛's intuition, that keen intuition is conveying this information to 놛.

The enemy commander hid himself and his purpose behind the thick curtain he built. All the intelligence is used to deduce the purpose and possibility of action. None of the information available now can deduce the purpose of the enemy commander.

If you cannot predict the enemy's next move, you cannot take corresponding actions.

But Da didn't dare to gamble.

If you lose the bet, you will never recover.

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 most significant meaning of their existence.

The unknown is dangerous.

Each of our bodies is burdened with the responsibility of the family behind us, our surnames, and our names.

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

Looking at the silence that spread, the faces of the elves no longer glowed, but the human mages sitting at the end remained silent.

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

But not an expert in the profession of war.

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

Those who truly master the technology are excluded from the decision-making system.

In the past, they could help them deal with all resistance with their amazing group of war mages, but this time it was different. The other party showed the concept of war in front of all the mages.

"Order the two advance teams to stay where they are and not to send troops out of the camp."

Waiting in place cannot solve the problem. On the other side of the portal behind them, the decision-makers over there are waiting for the information to be returned.

"War Mage, organize a reconnaissance force composed of mages who have mastered flying skills, with a height of five meters."

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

The war mage troops must take the initiative to find the enemy.

"Five meters, isn't it too high..."

Another elf mage raised his hand to ask a question.

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

Eno tapped the table. The height of five meters allowed war mages to fully utilize their abilities.

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

Many people attribute this to the fact that the elemental energy is too thin and the casters must extract their own magic power from their bodies to maintain it.

"Human, what do you think of your fellows?"

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, our enemies, pure humans.

The survivors of the first and fourth advance teams can prove this. It was the humans who drove the steel creations and used weapons that made strong noises to annihilate them all.

"Not leaving a prisoner, it's very much your style."

A human mage responded, and Eno looked at the perfunctory sarcasm in his eyes.

"Maybe."

Don't worry, I've seen you elves show no mercy when you attack your own race or other races.

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