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As expected, the person entering the door was the female magician who left the home of the airship manager not long ago.

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

As soon as she entered the door, she seemed to be ready and came straight to Wang Wen and the others.

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

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

The female magician said: "I want to go to the front line, so are you? One teleportation array can transmit ten people, don't waste it."

Wang Wen poked her shoulder: "Waste is our own business. Did you say you can take care of you? We are very busy going to the front line and have no time to take care of you!"

The female magician took out a purse and "smashed" it into Wang Wen's hand, and said calmly: "It's useless to sit in vain. I'm very familiar with the front line, and you don't need to take care of it. Once the teleportation array is out, we have nothing to do with it."

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

Zhu Xingguo opened it and saw that it was bright and golden inside. After roughly calculating, there were almost hundreds of gold coins.

He stunned and wrote 100 in the palm of his master's backward hand.

Wang Wen smiled quietly and said to the female magician: "Everyone is a member of the association, and when you go out, you naturally have to help and take care of each other. Why don't you sit in a teleportation array together? Come on, let's make a spacious seat for the rich and great Miss Dilu."

Mo Ran glanced at Wang Wen with contempt, but the speed of his feet was the largest among everyone. He almost retreated outside the teleportation array. He gave up until the magician who controlled the teleportation array kindly reminded him to lean as much as possible in the middle, otherwise there might be few parts left after the teleportation.

When the light of the magic crystal flows into the teleportation array like water, the light of each stripe will be lit up with the magician's movements.

The light lit up and everyone disappeared in the array.

front.

Headquarters.

The head coach of the mainland coalition forces in golden armor looked at the sand table that almost occupied the entire room and frowned.

Several adjutants sorted out their own documents and passed them to the coach.

After reading the document, the gully between the eyebrows became deeper.

He thought about it and closed his eyes to a man by the wall who had been sitting in the seat by the wall, with a slightly thin figure but three-dimensional and handsome appearance that was so handsome that he asked for help, "Helleye will be used for me again, just a small range."

The man who closed his eyes and rested open his eyes, with a deep and a little compassionate. He lifted the long wooden staff placed horizontally from his arms with his right hand and gently pointed the tip of the staff towards the sand table.

A white light covered the entire sand surface, gradually becoming clear at the center of the light, as if a camera was transmitted back from the air to the entire battlefield.

In the picture, there are several data points arranged horizontally below, and in front of the data points, there are a large number of people rushing to form a formation. Some have neat and orderly lineups, and some have a variety of colors.

Different formations are bounded together and form lines, striving to withstand the crimson "tide" that is pouring out from the sky and earth in front of them.

If you look closely, the "tide" is composed of various strange-shaped half-human high creatures.

Those creatures seem to have no brains.

When you see blood, you will be excited to catch the enemy and eat it.

Sometimes you can't catch the enemy, and you can stuff your own people into your mouth.

The coach stared at the scene as if he wanted to see every detail clearly until the white light on the sand table disappeared. He immediately turned his head and ordered the adjutant: "The Orcs rushed too deep and asked them to retreat at least one thousand meters."

Then he turned his head and said to another adjutant: "The progress of the trap in the west is faster, and the outer defense circle is almost unable to resist it. 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 spoke out, "I'll do it."

The coach was slightly stunned.

He hesitated for a moment and immediately became decisive. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, the interval is too short and the enemy cannot see your decline. Let them... fill it with their lives."

At the end of the day.

There was silence in the room.

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

Especially the coach's expression was the heaviest.

He knew deeply that after this order, how many brave and fearless warriors would go to death.

But he has no choice.

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

The door knocked and someone entered with the latest battle report.

An adjutant took the battle report and looked through it. His eyes were like he was stinging. After a while, he passed the battle report to the coach and said softly: "The night elves fought until the last hundred people. The queen has left the base camp and led the confidant guard to the court himself."

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

Let go again.

His hands were a little trembling. In order not to be too obvious, he chose not to look through the battle report. He looked down at the sand panel and asked, "What are the queen's instructions?"

The adjutant shook his head and said softly: "I only said to His Majesty before leaving, God bless the continent."

The coach closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The man by the wall stood up and said with a firm face: "You can't destroy the clan, I'll bring the night elf back."

"No." The coach opened his eyes and stared at the man deeply: "There are no more rotation troops. The night elves are powerful. Their guarding position is not bad. They can withstand at least several days when they stay on the battlefield. If they retreat, the stronghold will be empty, and the enemy will drive straight into the middle and cut off the entire flank large force."

The man shook his head: "Then I will fill the vacancy of the night elf."

"You still don't understand!" The coach seemed a little angry: "You must ensure that every move you take will be thunderous, creating enough deterrent power. Once you clearly appear in a war of attrition, the enemy will definitely be very happy to send all cannon fodder to you and beg you to kill."

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

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

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

The coach turned his head and looked at the other adjutants.

Several adjutants looked at me, and I looked at you, no one dared to speak out.

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

Several adjutants quietly pushed and rushed under them.

Finally, one person couldn't help but grit his teeth and answered: "At least, it will take five days."

The coach's face turned pale.

But there is nothing to do.

The man by the wall said in a sad tone: "Five days, the night elf has long been dead! I have made sure you don't need to persuade me anymore."

After saying that, he lifted his long staff and walked towards the door.

The coach on the sand table watched the man leave, and he could not make any sound even when he opened his mouth several times.

He knew that the other party would not be as ruthless as he was.

The trap is just a rhetoric. In his opinion, the night elves' extermination of the clan is destined. Even if the trap takes effect, the empty hands will only be sent by him to a more severe main battlefield.

Those who are on the wings, just wait until everyone dies...

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

So he couldn't stop the man.

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

However, the situation will deteriorate quickly with the opponent's entry?

The coach's brows were frowning enough to kill the cockroaches.
Chapter completed!