Chapter 484: desolate

A general guarding the outside of the hall received a sealed letter from the waiter. After opening it, he saw the order above, with a relaxed expression on his face.

He looked at his men, put his hand on the long sword, and said: "Finally! I finally have a decent order! Come with me! Get rid of those **** demons!"

After that, he lifted his foot and walked out of the main hall. There were other demon soldiers who escaped with the demon general. The remaining demons were outside the city. They could not enter Burkland without an order. .

After all, this is Burklan, and many people here have fought demons. It is one thing to allow them to compromise with the devil, but it is another thing to allow the devil to enter the city where they are located.

Hearing his order, the faces of the soldiers of the Magic Legion standing outside the main hall were also full of delighted expressions.

These soldiers, called the Guards of the Puppet Empire, drew out their weapons, followed their commanders, and viciously approached their former so-called "allies."

"Don't let any of them go! Because there are demons garrisoned outside the city! Don't miss the wind!" The commander in the lead drew his sword while giving the order. His saber is gorgeous and unusual, and the blades are carefully polished to make them extremely sharp.

"Relax! General! This is the order we should carry out! It seems that our Great Magister has finally repented!" His adjutant said cheerfully, holding a long sword.

The demon outside the door never thought that bad luck would befall them like this. They had just escaped from the mouth of Ailan Hill, and they were still fortunate that they could survive the rest of their lives.

However, they didn't have much time to rejoice. With an order, the surrounding human soldiers suddenly gathered around and surrounded them outside the front door of the magic tower.

"What are you doing? Our general is talking to your Grand Magister! Don't you want to rebel?" A demon officer glared at the Magic Legion soldier who was holding a long sword and shouted loudly.

Cunningly, he also made a gesture to his soldiers behind him, making everyone be on guard and ready to cover the breakout at any time.

It is a pity that he still did not thoroughly see the situation in front of him, because in the next second, these humans in front of him began to wield the long sword in his hand.

For a time, all kinds of magic flickered, and from time to time, demons were hit by magic and fell down. Because of the demon's desperate resistance, a magician in the Puppet Empire also fell to the ground with injuries.

Not surprisingly, the battlefield was quickly brought under control. None of the dozens of demons present was alive. Next to their corpses were the remains of several human magicians.

"It seems that the Grand Magister is finally going to make peace with Ailan Hill, unanimously, and fight to the death with the devil." Several soldiers excitedly discussed the development of the future, and behind them, several soldiers who had passed the order had already crossed. Get on the dragon that belongs to them.

"Assemble all the troops! Surround the demons outside the city and destroy them! No one can be spared!" An officer shouted to the soldiers in charge of sending orders.

The soldiers who received the order nodded lightly on the dragon's back, then covered their visors with their hands, and pulled the reins of the dragon to make the dragon under the hip flap its wings.

A battle ended hastily, and a new battle continued. The demons outside the city didn't know that the puppet empire had turned their faces, and they had just retreated from the front line, and they are still camping.

But what awaits them is a hard fight. More than 10,000 magician legions of the Puppet Empire dispatched, surrounded them, and launched a fierce attack on them.

The subsequent results are well known to everyone. The 2000 demon troops were eventually eliminated, but the dominant puppet empire also paid the heavy price of more than 300 people killed in battle.

On the one hand, the fighting power of the demons is indeed strong, and the principle of the trapped beasts still makes them burst out with great potential. They surrounded the **** battle to the end, relying on the camp and the terrain to block them, brought considerable trouble to the puppet empire magician army that besieged them.

On the other hand, it is also because the main force of the Puppet Empire suffered heavy losses, and the combat effectiveness of the Guards has been greatly reduced. The core and elite of this force have all been transferred to the front line, and the rest are some second-rate players, and the natural combat effectiveness will also be greatly reduced.

"Your Excellency the Grand Magister! We have eliminated all the demons in accordance with your orders." After getting the definite return from his men, the commander of the Guard returned to the main hall and returned to Travis: "None of them were released. Over."

"Very good... you personally lead the troops, bring all the magicians that can be assembled, and the puppet soldiers, set out immediately, go to the front line in the northeast, and release our secret weapon!" Travis said feebly. .

His command made the general shiver, and subconsciously asked: "My lord... shall we continue to fight Ailan Hill?"

"Of course! We still have secret weapons! We haven't failed yet! Why are we surrendering?" Travis looked at the general's eyes with a look of distrust: "Forget it! You don't want to go, just gather the army That's it! I have another choice for the commander."

"Yes...Yes." The general knew his question just now, and he had already lost his trust. So he can only bow his head and surrender his command.

After the general walked out of the main hall, Travis looked at one of his apprentices and ordered: "Go and command!"

When the apprentice heard the order to let himself go to the front line, he hurriedly waved away and said, "No, no, no! Teacher! I'm just a great magician, I can't convince the crowd if I go! Why, let a more advanced person go..."

Upon hearing his shirk, another apprentice whose cultivation base is already a magister spoke first, complaining: "Although I have a higher cultivation base, I haven't commanded the army..."

In their opinion, going to the front line is now tantamount to death, so it is naturally a dodge in every way. As for which is the unlucky turn in the end, only God knows.

Looking at the apprentices who shirk each other, Travis thought of the living dead Frenzberg who had been tortured by him. Don't know why, he suddenly had a sad feeling coming to his mind.

In the past, he gave orders to anyone, which represented a kind of glory. Countless people are rushing to do things for him. It seems that there is nothing in the world that he can't do. But now, on the contrary, there is no one who is willing to do things for him...