Chapter 1022: Deja Vu basement

Listening to the rumble of cannons outside, the source of magic in the basement of the Temple of Whithalans roared non-stop every day.

He seemed to be simply venting, and he seemed to be expressing his dissatisfaction to the increasingly unreliable generals.

At this moment, he has condensed into the source of magic of a young man, slapped his palms on the table non-stop, Dangdang's voice made all the demon generals standing in front of him tremble: "Didn't you say, Is there a three-line counterattack?"

"The great source of magic... We have received definite news about the counterattack on the northern front. General Weston has repelled the human forces and stabilized the line of defense." A general swallowed his saliva and replied nervously.

It's no wonder that he has been doing this more and more recently, just because in the face of such a situation and such a brutal boss, he doesn't swallow a spit, and he really doesn't have the courage to speak.

The so-called three-line counterattack is now a complete joke, not to mention breakthroughs in the defense of the Ailan Hill Empire, it is very difficult to get close.

The millions of troops assembled with great difficulty have basically been wiped out by mankind. The troops in the Central Theater had already confirmed their defeat a few days ago, and the troops that fled back did not even have one-fifth of what they were when they started.

What is even more frightening is that the original defense line has no reserve team, and it is impossible to even hold on. The defense line of the entire central region was breached by humans, directly exposing Witthaorance to the enemy's attack.

"What's the use of stabilizing the defensive line? What I want is reinforcement! It's a counterattack! It's to defeat the enemy attacking Withalans!" The Source of Magic roared, slapped the table and yelled.

He has listened to his subordinates shouting various counterattacks promises for almost 100 days. The result has been counterattack until today, at this moment! The counterattack came to the town of Witholens!

Now, the outskirts of Werthalens have become a battlefield! The enemy's shells can already be poured into the temple, as well as those factories and temples that have become ruins.

But none of the things promised by the demon generals in front of them were done. For this reason, the source of magic has killed several demon generals, but no matter who is replaced as the commander, the ending seems to be the same.

So now, the source of magic no longer kills generals indiscriminately, because he is used to it, he is used to hearing bad news, and he is used to the fact that no one can change the ending.

"We have conveyed the order to him! General West is already attacking the enemy's flank to the south. As long as we stay here for 90 days, the situation will turn for the better." The demon general headed hurriedly opened his mouth and gave an answer. A distant promise.

No way, a general said 20 days last time, but 20 days later he was killed by the source of angry magic.

So take a little more time, maybe you can live a few more days. Even if the miracle didn't happen after 90 days, it was not easy to say whether the source of magic was in the mood to kill himself.

"90 days? You only took three days to put the enemy in front of me from the sky! Bastard! Bastard!" As a result, the more and more intelligent source of magic, it seems that it is not easy to fool.

He also knows very well that the situation in front of him will not take so long to tell the winner.

For up to 10 days, he will personally lead the troops and meet the human troops who have already broken into the city.

Or maybe, there is no need for humans to rush in and fight him on the streets. Humans only need to encircle a little bit, consume the demon forces around the source of magic, isolate him and then find a chance to kill with one blow.

"A few days ago, weren't you still saying that soon the troops from the northeast can go south to rescue here?" As if remembering the promise of these demon generals a few days ago, the source of magic asked.

Another demon general quickly explained: "General West does not have many cavalry troops, his speed southward..."

In fact, it wasn't that there were no cavalry. The main reason was that the Northern Demon Army under General West did not repel the so-called human forces.

This demon force in the north was not completely wiped out by the human counterattack. General West suffered heavy losses and was rushed to escape by the human offensive forces.

They have been retreating all the time, just retreating to the south. Except for the source of magic, everyone knows that the so-called rescue of General West cannot actually change the existing situation.

It's just that everyone is deceiving and deceiving themselves. They are all delaying, even if they can delay a day, they don't even think about tomorrow.

This is also a no-brainer. Who made the Burkland Fortress and the 1st Armored Corps, which had gone north before the Ailan Hill Empire, turned around and went south to fight back to the middle?

Because he did not collide with the main force of the Ailan Hill Empire forces, General West, who was dealing with the demon servants, became the only army that the devil was still maneuvering in the field.

It is almost the hope of the whole village. If he can go south smoothly, then the demon army seems to have hope of holding Withalans.

Of course, this kind of hope is only the one-sided hope of the devil, and most demon generals are also aware that it is not so much hope, but rather psychological comfort and sustenance.

Counting on West is basically the same as counting on the sudden emergence of the **** of magic: it's all unrealistic fantasy.

"You told me yesterday that you are organizing a counterattack to drive those damned humans to a place where they can't attack here?" The Magic Source heard the sound of the distant cannons, and continued to ask annoyingly.

He may not want to hear an answer that he is satisfied with. He is simply asking questions, simply making himself more comfortable.

But it is a pity that when he makes himself comfortable, the generals who have racked their brains to answer him are very uncomfortable.

Without hearing the answer, the source of magic began to explode again. He slapped the table like that, as if the table was Chris: "What do you guys eat? Where are my troops? What are the troops on the map doing? They should not fight back! They should fight desperately, no Should the enemy be beaten back?"

Speaking of the excitement, the source of magic stood up, walked to the front of the map, pointed at the troops marked on the map, and continued to roar: "Come on! Take a look for yourself! Take a look! There are 2 million troops in the whole city, but So many troops are being beaten! Who will explain to me? Explain!"