Although Brian had already discussed a detailed combat plan with her before leaving.

But if she really wanted to carry out the implementation in person, even though she was a noble duke and had experienced many wars and countless adventures, she was still a little nervous.

After all, this is the first time she has encountered this kind of combat method that opened her eyes.

No matter what he does, everyone has to experience the first time in his life. Therefore, as a wizard who has reached the legendary realm, Myrcella quickly calmed down.

She stared at the images in the light curtain and the space markers one by one, and began to issue commands that she practiced alone in her heart countless times.

"Start the Constructed Legion!"

With the issuance of orders, the tenth floor of the mage tower, many spellcasters who had been waiting for the battle quickly became busy.

“Open space folding!”

The moon elf mage Olanke, who is mainly responsible for constructing creatures, immediately told his subordinates around him as soon as he received the order.

With the slight twist of the space, the original Mage Tower space was instantly turned into an open large square.

Here, the neatly arranged mechanical puppets have been waiting for a long time, and the steel is shining with a cold luster under the magic light on the ceiling.

This folding space located in the Mage Tower contains 500 mechanical puppets.

The two front rows are legendary smashers made of pure gold and steel.

They look like a four-legged lobster, oppositely, its claws are long triangular wedges with sharp spikes, and at the top of the body, there is a round opening that replaces the original head, allowing it to release sound waves that are enough to crush steel through this opening.

The twelve mechanical puppets behind are steel hammers with strength comparable to those of fourth-level professions.

The hammer is a burly human shape. One of its arms is connected to a hard-headed hammer larger than the head at the end, and the other one is a three-headed flail that can be used to sweep.

Although these twelve steel hammers do not have the ability to release magic, they have strong arms with pure gold hammers.

Heavy, strong, and fatal, extremely threatening.

Instructions were issued one by one, and the eyes of the mechanical puppets who were sculpted by Jingruo, a light blue luster sounded, and a cold mechanical sound sounded:

"Mechanical Puppet Legion: The Crusher is in place."

"Mechanical Puppet Legion: Hammers are in place."

"Mechanical Puppet Legion: The Destroyer is in place."

"Mechanical Puppet Legion: Chargers are in place."

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At the same time, accompanied by a beehive-like buzzing sound, the overwhelming super-small flying component was suspended in the air in the square.

The shapes of these ultra-small components in about a thousand racks are all the same, and they cannot reflect any luster.

The size is about the size of an adult's palm, and the edges of the four cross-shaped spirals are extremely sharp.

This group of super-small components is the drone bombing legion of Mokou Town. Each drone is filled with two bottles of alchemy potion, such as: blazing fire glue, strong acid bottle, phosphorescence bomb, frost mist, lightning flash, etc.

"Master, all the drone bombing troops have been loaded, and you can set off at any time!" A constructed creature twice as big as other drones, with eight spirals, flew to Olank and made a buzzing sound.

Olank looked at the drone that looked like a leader and nodded slightly.

In fact, this is not only a drone with independent consciousness, but also his component body pet. It is an unexpected gain when he used his teacher's "Godle Manual" to make the component.

It not only can command the drone legion like a queen bee, like a waving arm, but also has strong self-study ability and become the most important partner in his life.

Looking at the Iron Legion of Folding Space and the Drone Bombing Legion of Hovering Sky, Olanke couldn't help but sigh: "I have never seen such a wealthy and luxurious war scene in my life."

"Space road mark locked!"

"Open the large portal!"

In the command room, Myrcella stared at the crystal light curtain, her beautiful silver-gray eyes fell directly in front of the ant-like army, on a small red dot with an open terrain.

"here!"

With the twist of space, a portal appeared directly on the plain, and then saw mechanical puppets walking out of the portal.

The ground emitted a slight vibration, and the appearance of these steel creatures weighing more than half a ton was directly scared to escape from birds and beasts within a few kilometers.

At the same time, thousands of drones circling like dark clouds.

For Myrcella, who is responsible for commanding the entire battlefield, mechanical puppets and drone bombing troops were just appetizers for the rebels and a prelude to the beginning of the war.

"here!"

The female lord stared at the direction of the rebels' march and his eyes fell on a flat and open gentle slope about a kilometer ahead of them.

In the barracks of Susal, the Purple Dragon Knight, personally commanded by the Iron Regent Xisia, immediately drove the war horses to pass through the large portal that appeared in front of them in an orderly manner.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sisia, standing on the hillside, took off the steel mask, and the dark purple cloak roared behind him.

A bard from Chenhai Town is sitting in the shadow of a big tree and composes a ballad.

The content is this successful military operation, as well as the bravery of the Regent, the prudence of the commander, and the courage of the humble infantry.

Just like before, in order to save time, he started writing before he acted.

"Brothers welcome us, send us bread and salt..." The poet named Elend Wind Waters sang in advance: "They welcome the savior, send us bread and salt... Hey, Your Highness Regent, can you help me think of a word that rhymes with 'salt'?"

Xisia ignored her. She didn't like the poet. She wouldn't even intend to bring him to the battlefield if it weren't for his claim to know Bryan.

She stared at the dusty rebels in the distance with Karadna.

She knew that the mechanical puppets and drone bombing legion from Mokou Town were waiting for them to jump into the attack range.

Her mission is to lead nearly 2,000 Purple Dragon Knights to charge against the enemy after the drone bombing army completed the second bombing.

"This war... looks very interesting." The sorcerer said in a frivolous tone with his hands on his chest.

She was still wearing a black robe, with a golden ponytail hanging around her waist, and a staff wrapped in linen behind her back.

"There has never been a saying of fun in war." Xisiah said slowly, "You don't seem to understand anything."

Her eyes looking into the distance gradually became fierce and violent, and her hands unconsciously held the rune sword at her waist.

She had seen her Uncle Serant in the rebels and secretly swore in her heart that she would cut off his head with her own hands.

"This is far from enough, there is still here!"

Myrcella looked at the rebels' central army and her eyes fell on a nearby cliff with a high height and steep terrain.

Brian looked at the Royal Mage Tower of Susal and said, "Goodbye, sir, I wish you a victory."

"Take care of the Lord of Guardians." The old master who was leaning on the stick said sincerely, "I'll wait for you to return in triumphantly."

Brian smiled slightly, and walked into the portal that appeared in front of him with nearly 500 battle mages from Susal City.

With the twist of space, they appeared on a cliff that could overlook the rebels' operations.

"Sir." At this moment, another group of nearly two hundred people from Mokou Town appeared from the portal and came to Bryan.

The leader was the dragon vein sorcerer Salou. The fully armed subordinates behind him had extremely high fighting spirit and murderous aura in their eyes.

The army in the Bryan territory is mainly divided into two major factions.

One faction is a conservative faction led by the old sword saint Ballerus and the old dragon turtle.

He is mainly responsible for maintaining the order of the territory and taking over most of the relatively stable jobs.

The other faction is the warlike faction.

Compared to such comfortable days, they prefer novel and exciting adventure careers.

These people are either responsible for regularly clearing out humanoid tribes in the territory, or sent to various places, or performing more dangerous tasks in the Enoak Desert.

The life of conservatives will be more comfortable, the rewards of the militants will be richer, and the improvement of status and strength will be much faster.

The dragon vein sorcerer Salou is the leader of the militant faction.

Since he practiced the Mofeng School's moves and was baptized by the ancient red dragon's bloodline many times, his strength is moving towards the legendary realm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Prepare for the battle." Brian gave everyone the order, "Once the puppet army and the rebels fight, we will release all our attack magic and scrolls at the fastest speed toward the enemy's rear troops."

"If you do this, you still cannot wipe out all the enemy."

The female lord staring at the crystal light curtain pond pondered slightly, and pointed his hand at a valley that had just passed behind the rebels, "Then let's arrange it here!"

To the west of Mashanbai City, in a valley full of weeds, as the space twisted, groups of fully armed soldiers appeared here.

The cold wind is howling, and winter is approaching, and the climate around Mashan Cypress is also becoming much colder.

The army of thousands of people stood neatly in the cold wind, and everyone was quietly waiting for the commander to give orders.

The commander of this army was a bearded Zilong veteran, and his majestic and cold eyes swept over his subordinates.

They are all young boys with little knowledge and less experience.

Although wars, wars, endless wars... soldiers always die hundreds of times, there is never a shortage of soldiers on the front line, because everyone wants to join the army, and new recruits will always join in the army.

"Whether it is grass, shrubs, or big trees, be careful to be hidden!"

The commander shouted at the top of his voice: "When the war begins, no one should move around. Even if he is shit, he should be pulled in his crotch."

As soon as the words were finished, thousands of soldiers trained in an orderly manner quickly sheathed the long sword, covered the cloth with sharp arrows, wrapped the tips and blades with leaves or soil, and all kinds of reflective weapons were hidden.

In the blink of an eye, all the soldiers disappeared into the valley full of weeds and shrubs.
Chapter completed!