Ash nodded. "It's the front line. Let's stay there for two days and then come back, okay?"

Ashe's tone was inquiring, because he didn't know whether Dolai was willing to go to the front line.

Elrea became interested at this time. "I have never seen what the front line looks like. How about we go together? We will only stay for a day or two anyway. I want to see it."

Dolai glanced at Elrea.

This girl is so ignorant and fearless. The front line is just a meat grinder. There is no passion or passion. There are corpses everywhere and all kinds of stench. How can it be a good place?

But this girl obviously has never experienced this.

He suddenly shook his head and said, "No, I won't go. You know what the front line is. I'm afraid that if my child goes there and is overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the battlefield, some unknown changes may occur."

Although Dolai doesn't usually care about Monica and only comes to hug her occasionally, he has a very clear plan for Monica's future. If she goes to the front line, the strong blood and murderous aura will easily affect Monica's future.

Ashe looked regretful, with a hint of unnaturalness at the corners of her mouth, and said, "Well, then, let's wait until the war is over."

Dolai saw Ash's expression and said, "That's not necessary. We can just go over and pick them up. I can help keep an eye on them."

Ash immediately became happy again.

Elrea was not happy at this time because she was not going to the front line.

Her eyes swam around as she said, "Brother Duolai, how about I go with you to suppress the rebellion? I have never been to the front line before."

Dolai looked back at him with a slightly complicated expression. This girl is really confusing. Is the front line so fun?

If you want to go and see it, then go ahead and see it, just don't be scared by the corpses. These girls in the imperial capital may have been poisoned by the beautiful scenes described by some wandering poets, or the chivalric novels written by some people.

If possible, Dole hopes that there will never be war in this world, because war only brings death and no benefits to civilians.

Dolai has always been a man of action. After confirming the matter, he moved his clone to the Tower of Babel, opened the Turin Bone Tower, and headed west with the two people and the child.

Why bring the Turin Bone Tower? That's because Dolai wanted to test the performance of the Turin Bone Tower. The raw materials of this wizard tower are unparalleled and the quality is comparable to that of gods. As long as they are inside the world, Dolai is not afraid of people of any level.

The wizard tower slowly started up and then disappeared into the horizon.

…

More than a hundred kilometers northwest of the Northwest Fortress, the coalition forces of the two countries, plus the magician corps of the other two empires, were already standing next to the ruins of a city that looked quite large.

In the city, there were ruins and smoke everywhere. The disgusting smell of barbecued meat and rotting corpses spread all over the land.

The barracks were densely packed and stood on the plain outside the city. On the sides of the barracks were rows of dead soldiers, covered with white cloth.

In the largest tent in the camp, Prince Andes, Prince Aze and Westling stood in front of the sand table and looked at it carefully.

Several months passed before they captured a small town. The speed was very slow. The main reason was insufficient manpower. The Nightmare Ancestor was very powerful. With his power, those ordinary soldiers could burst out one hundred and twenty powers, causing the coalition forces to suffer heavy losses.

The Imperial Mage Corps of the four countries also found it difficult to advance. Most of their energy was spent on dealing with the monster riots all around and on anti-nightmare operations to detect whether there had been any intrusions inside. They were very exhausted.

The mages of the Nightmare Empire are not good at frontal combat, but when it comes to fighting in dreams, the mage corps of several empires cannot withstand it at all.

But the problem is, we haven’t even seen the shadow of Anduin City yet, and we have been fighting for several months, so food and grass are a very important issue.

Prince Aze sighed and said, "The Northwest is too poor. It is simply unrealistic to rely on fighting to support the war. With so many of us, it is simply unrealistic to rely on transporting food, drink, and feces from the rear."

Westling nodded and said, "There is nothing here but the desert next door. We can even find water. If we want to feel a little more at ease, we need to get to the bottom of the mountains ahead."

We are not actually worried about food, the main thing is drinking. There is an extreme shortage of water here. The water used by the army now is the water condensed by wizards who have mastered the water element, not drinking water.

"The war must end as soon as possible." Prince Andes has said this more than once.

Westling glanced at Prince Andes, his face serious, and said, "We need to rest for a day tomorrow, and can only set out the day after tomorrow. The army is not well-supplied right now, and we need to rest well before we set out."

Prince Andes frowned.

After his defeat in the imperial capital and the loss of the right to compete for the throne, he has begun to regard himself as a professional general. After fighting for so long against a small country in the northwest, he has seriously doubted what was said in the military books.

Wars nowadays rely not on soldiers but on wizards, and the war on the wizard side is mysterious and unpredictable. If they are not given time, they will just die in vain if they go.

The wizards of the Nightmare Empire are very strange. Without the imperial wizards around, they dare not act rashly.

At this moment, Westling and Prince Aze received a message at the same time. Westling was shocked and said, "I need to go out for a while. I have never seen my grandson since he was born. This time I can finally get my wish."

Hearing this, Aze also laughed.

Prince Andes next to him raised his head and looked at Westling, and immediately became unhappy. "With the enemy at hand, Commander Westling is still entangled in family affairs?"

Westling glanced at Andes and looked unhappy. "Aren't you the general? Just handle it. What does it matter whether I am here or not?" After that, he turned around and left.

Prince Andes' face turned blue with anger, while Prince Aze next to him was laughing. These two had been at odds for a long time. Andes was a real warrior, but not a qualified commander, while Westlin was the real general of the northwest.

In the camps of the Imperial Mage Corps and the Glorious Wizard Alliance, many wizards raised their heads at the same time. In the distance, many wizards from the Glorious Empire, the Dark Empire, and the Northern Kingdom also looked towards the east.

In the far east, a huge energy source that was extremely dark, evil, and filled with the power of death was coming towards this side. It made no intention of concealing its aura and headed straight towards the military camp.

Such a huge energy source must not belong to ordinary people, and many people immediately rose into the air to watch.

Just when everyone was surprised and even on guard, Alan, who was rising in the sky, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and sent a message to all directions, "This is someone from our Glory Wizarding Union. Please don't blame me. He is here to pick someone up and will leave soon."

An older wizard from the Northern Kingdom suddenly spoke up, "Who wants to take over with such a grand ceremony? What level of wizard tower is this? I feel like it's an eighth-level wizard tower. The energy released is quite high."

As the most powerful magic organization in the Western Ring Continent, it is not surprising that the Glory Wizard Alliance has a powerful wizard tower, but it is rare to see such a strong aura of darkness and death.