Returning From Level 900

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Section 132 The situation is serious and urgently needs manpower

Unsurprisingly, the person entering the door was the female magician who had left the house of the person in charge of the airship not long ago.

I saw that she seemed to have washed carefully, and the whole person was completely new from beginning to end. Even the magic robe was replaced with a pure white one, which looked soft, smooth and very advanced.

As soon as she entered the door, she seemed to have been prepared, and went straight to Wang Wen and the others.

Seeing several people standing in the teleportation array, she stepped in as well.

Wang Wen was stunned: "What are you doing?"

The female magician said, "I'm going to the front line, right? The teleportation array can pass ten people in one trip, don't waste it."

Wang Wen poked her on the shoulder: "Waste is also our own business. Did you say we would go with you? We are busy on the front line and have no time to take care of you!"

The female magician took out a money bag and "smashed" it into Wang Wen's hand, and said calmly, "If you don't sit in vain, I am familiar with the front line and don't need you to take care of it. We will be irrelevant once the teleportation circle comes out."

Wang Wen expressionlessly weighed the weight of the money bag and handed it to Zhu Xingguo behind him.

Zhu Xingguo opened it and saw that there was a bright golden color inside, and there were almost hundreds of gold coins in a rough calculation.

He was speechless and wrote a 100 in the palm of the master's hand.

Wang Min smiled calmly, and said to the female magician, "Everyone is a member of the association, so naturally we need to help each other when we go out, so why not sit in a teleportation array together? Come and come, everyone will be rich... dear. Make room for the great Miss Deloo."

Mo Ran gave Wang Wen a contemptuous glance, but the movement of his feet was the largest of all, and he almost retreated to the outside of the teleportation array, until the magician who controlled the teleportation array kindly reminded him to lean towards the middle as much as possible, otherwise the teleportation may end less often. A few parts, he gave up.

Until the light of the magic spar will flow into the teleportation array like water with the movement of the magician to light up each line.

The light lit up, wrapping everyone in the formation and disappearing together.

front.

Headquarters.

The commander-in-chief of the mainland coalition forces in golden armor frowned as he watched the sand table occupying almost the entire room.

Several adjutants sorted out their respective files and passed them to the coach.

The golden-armored coach read the document, and the gap between his eyebrows became a little deeper.

He thought about it for a while, then turned to a man by the wall who had been sitting on the seat and closed his eyes. He was a little thin, but his facial features were three-dimensional and handsome. "

The man who closed his eyes and rested his eyes opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and somewhat pitiful, he lifted the horizontal wooden long stick from his arms with his right hand, and gently tapped the tip of the stick toward the sand table.

A white light covered the entire sand surface, and it gradually became clear at the center of the light, as if a camera shot from the sky and recorded the entire battlefield.

In the picture, there are several strongholds arranged horizontally below, and in front of the strongholds, there are a large number of surging human heads in a bustling array.

The different formations formed a continuous line with each other's horns, trying to resist the crimson "tide" that was overwhelming in front of them.

If you look closely, the "tide water" is actually composed of all kinds of bizarre half-human creatures.

Those creatures seemed to have no brains.

When you see blood, you can eat when you catch an enemy.

Sometimes when they can't catch the enemy, they even stuff their own people into their mouths.

The head coach stared at the screen as if to see every detail clearly, until the white light on the sand table disappeared, he immediately turned his head and instructed the adjutant: "The orc army is too deep, so they should retreat at least one kilometer."

Then he turned his head and said to another adjutant: "The progress of the traps in the west is to speed up a little bit. The outer defense circle is almost unstoppable. It is urgent to consume a large number of enemies in large quantities."

The adjutant was about to nod.

The man sitting by the wall suddenly said, "I'll come."

The head coach was slightly taken aback.

He hesitated for half a second on his face, and immediately turned decisive. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, the interval is too short to let the enemy see your decline. Over there, let them... use your life to fill it."

Speaking to the end.

There was silence in the room.

Except for the adjutant who was ordered to go out, everyone's eyes were a little red.

In particular, the coach's expression was the most serious.

He knew very well how many brave and fearless warriors would die with this order.

But he can't.

In this battle, as long as the man by the wall has not fallen, there is still hope for everything.

There was a knock on the door and someone entered with the latest battle report.

An adjutant took the battle report and looked at it, his eyes couldn't help closing like a sting, and after a while, he passed the battle report to the coach, and said softly: "The night elves have fought to the last hundred people, and the queen has left the base camp. Lead the Confidant Guard on the field in person."

The coach pursed his lips and picked up the battle report.

let go again.

His hands trembled a little. In order not to be too obvious, he chose not to look at the battle report. He looked down at the sand table and asked, "What's the Queen's request?"

The adjutant shook his head and said softly, "Just before I left, I said something to His Majesty, God Bless the Continent."

The coach closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The man by the wall stood up and said resolutely, "I can't exterminate the clan, I'll go and bring the night elves back."

"No." The head coach opened his eyes and looked at the man deeply: "There are no more rotating troops, the night elves are powerful, and the location and terrain they are defending is not bad, they can resist at least a few days if they stay on the battlefield. Come down, that stronghold will be empty, and the enemy will drive straight to the middle and cut off the entire flank army."

The man shook his head: "Then let me fill the vacancy of the night elves."

"You still don't understand!" The coach seemed a little angry: "You have to make sure that every shot you make has a thunderous momentum, creating enough deterrent force. Once you clearly show up and fall into a war of attrition, the enemy will definitely be very happy to send all the cannon fodder. Come to you and beg you to kill."

"Are you watching the night elves destroy their clan?" The man did not compromise this time, and looked directly into the head coach's eyes calmly.

"Of course not!" The head coach pointed decisively to the west of the sand table, with a hopeful look on his face: "As long as the trap takes effect, we will have enough manpower to support the flanking night elves."

"How long will it take for the trap to take effect?" the man asked.

The head coach turned to look at the other lieutenants.

Several adjutants look at me, I look at you, no one dares to speak out.

Seeing this scene, the coach knocked on the table and asked in a deep voice, "What about you guys, how long will it take?"

Several adjutants quietly pushed around.

Finally, someone couldn't help but bite the bullet and replied, "At least, it will take five days."

The head coach's face turned ashen.

But helpless.

The man beside the wall said in a disappointed tone, "Five days, the night elves have already died! I've decided that you don't need to persuade them any more."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his long staff and walked towards the door.

The head coach by the sand table watched the man leave, opening his mouth several times without making a sound.

He knows that the other party will not be as ruthless as himself~www.wuxiahere.com~ The trap is just a rhetoric, the night elves are doomed to annihilate the clan in his opinion, even if the trap takes effect, the free manpower will only be sent by him. A more severe main battlefield.

Those on the flanks, let's wait until everyone is really dead. .

These military arrangements cannot be casually talked about, and if they are leaked, it will cause a huge blow to morale.

So he couldn't stop the man.

The opponent can become the spiritual pillar of the mainland coalition today because of this compassionate character. If it is blocked, it will lose its own role in the battle.

However, with the entry of the other party, the situation will deteriorate rapidly, right?

The head coach's brows were furrowed enough to kill the cockroaches.

Watching the man open the door, he froze in place, with anger and surprise in his voice: "Why are you here?"