Chapter 123 Fortifications
A whisper was bewitching Aiden, wanting him to understand that choosing a suitable belief could solve the current crisis.
Aiden ended the combat meeting on the grounds of being tired.
When he was the only one left in the room, Aiden drew his sword and looked at the shadow on the side.
A fat rat man stepped out of the shadows.
"Didn't you notice? Your subordinates have been replaced, you idiot."
The rat man delivered the important information stiffly, his tone flat, like a fake voice synthesized by a machine.
Aiden recalled the abnormalities in the camp, and being a sharp-minded man he did notice some changes in details.
For example, the mercenary leaders who had just negotiated with him were not so tough two days ago.
Aiden's notoriety was widely known, and these warriors who were weaker than him had only been obedient and flattering to him before.
Now they dare to express their own views on the situation.
It may be that the approach of the lizard made the sense of crisis overwhelm their fear of Aiden.
Aiden continued to recall, trying to find more clues of abnormality.
But no, everything was so natural, he suspected more that the mouse was trying to sow discord.
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On the north side of the Kara Temple, some warriors met quietly.
In the shadows, their faces were as fluid as flowing water.
The secret conversation went smoothly, but until they dispersed, no one noticed that the plants in the dark were wilting abnormally.
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The vast ocean, shrouded in mist, seems like an invisible island dissolved in the ocean.
The old man fiddled with the broken pieces of mirror, connecting them into a grand picture.
Everything is under control, and mortals are ready to walk into the story written for them by fate.
The scenes in the broken realms floating around the old man were different, but they were all somewhat related to the lizard man holding a scepter.
It has not forgotten this cold-blooded creature who dared to humiliate it! The mirror that illuminated the lizard man was placed alone in front of the old man, with no other broken mirrors around it.
It is the master of this game. Even if previous attempts have failed to get the lizard man to join the game, it still has a way to get this reptile to join the game.
It's very simple. If someone doesn't want to stand on the chessboard, just build the chessboard under his feet.
The old man wrote a few strokes in the air, and these strokes made the veins bulge, as if he had used up all his strength.
The content of the book in its left hand became increasingly rich, but the pages became abnormally yellow.
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It's easy to lose time in the rainforest. One night after another, Lynch approached the Kara Temple in the west.
He found that the enemy this time had a much richer camp layout.
More than ten camps of varying sizes were crisscrossed to guard the main traffic routes.
The camps were separated by wooden railings and trenches, and the undulating terrain was utilized to the fullest extent.
Lynch saw the crossbow, the rolling logs, and the boulders.
If I'm not mistaken, there should be some covered up holes and clever traps.
Lynch was quite curious as he had never fought such a fancy battle before.
The battles of cold-blooded species are often direct and efficient, and several waves of raids and encirclements determine the outcome of the macro battlefield.
Elves prefer flexible positional warfare, making full use of magic and bows and crossbows.
The elven nobles, with their personal guards, use absolute crushing pressure to either divide the enemy's forces and defeat them in one fell swoop, or boost morale and hold their positions.
It's like the Dragon Prince and the dragon working together to conquer the battlefield, or like an ordinary noble driving a chariot and leading the battle-hardened Asur to attack the enemy camp.
In the end, countless small square formations cut through the enemy formation and cooperated with the mage corps and archers in the large formation to defeat the enemy.
Perhaps only dwarves and humans like this kind of defense with interlaced mechanisms and trenches.
The Asur and the Coldbloods rely too much on greater powers, and even when they are forced to defend themselves against enemies, they mostly rely on magical barriers and mazes.
Lynch turned his head to look at Teclis. These ancient ones had their own ways of attacking.
Asur would directly use overwhelming magic to raze the fortress to the ground, and the cold-blooded would summon the beasts, assembling dozens of triceratops as big as a hill, and launch a charge that would force the demon army to retreat.
Now they only have five fighters, and conventional methods are no longer applicable.
Lynch had no intention of letting the spirit lizards lying in ambush on all sides join the attack.
If they were to fight these hot-blooded creatures, even if tens of thousands of them died, there would not necessarily be any progress.
The Kara Temple is located slightly higher, like a small hill.
The hot-blooded people attack from high up and low down, and each small station can receive fire cover from nearby camps.
There are eight outposts in the outermost circle, which guard the four fortress-like fortresses in the inner circle. The camp in the center is the most heavily guarded, and that may be the command center of the hot-blooded people.
Teclis has already calculated the approximate number of enemies, about 10,000 fully armed soldiers. In the old world, this is a strong force, enough to occupy the land and become the king.
But more than 10,000 full-time soldiers are not a big deal in the New World and can only waste some of Lynch's time.
The New World is a grand battlefield where cold-blooded races fight bloody battles with demons, and it is also the place where thousands of years of hatred between Druzy and Asur are settled.
Humans? They are just latecomers.
Even the scattered greenskin tribes and the remaining tentacles of the Plague Clan were far from a force they could challenge.
The archmage began to guide the wind of magic, and in a trance, a loud bang roared in the heads of all living beings.
It was as if something was trying to crawl out of the minds of the living beings, and as the wind of magic grew stronger, they became more concrete.
The archmage decisively activated Safri's Crown of War and corrected the spell.
This is not right.
With his spellcasting level, major mistakes shouldn't happen easily.
A force appeared on the north and south sides of the Khala Temple and began to compete with Teclis for the wind of magic.
At the same time, spellcasting fluctuations appeared in almost all the bases, which were the hidden spellcasters working together to drive the counter-spell.
Teclis was supposed to create a violent earthquake, but in the end it only caused the ground to shake slightly.
There are unexpectedly more mages in the human legion.
Although individually, they are only children compared to Tigris.
But nearly a thousand wizards working together are enough to briefly contend with a powerful wizard like Teclis.
This will not happen if Teclis is standing on the Mage Tower.
But he was deep in the jungle, with neither a constant supply of energy to use nor any auxiliary magic array to amplify his spells.
The fierce battle shook the ruins of the Kara Temple, and even the dumbest soldier could notice that reality was being twisted back and forth by the two forces.
Each station was crowded with people, and melodious horns sounded one after another, approaching Lynch from a distance.
This was some kind of command signal. Lynch found that many swordsmen wearing leather armor and carrying recurve crossbows rushed out of the base.
But instead of searching the rainforest for hostile spellcasters, they visited other camps.
The noisy argument was captured by Lynch's excellent hearing. Although he could only understand fragments of the words, the doubts and hostility that came with the wind helped Lynch understand the situation of the hot-blooded people.
They were in civil strife because of the inexplicable appearance of mages in the camp.
Lynch closed his eyelids with interest and patted the Swordmaster of Hoth with his tail, signaling them to protect the mage.
(End of this chapter)
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