"Everyone prepare for battle. All magicians meditate immediately on the spot and recover as much magic power as possible... Next, we will fight for our own lives..." Using the sound amplification magic, I almost yelled hysterically, and kept asking my senior magicians to deliver various spare magic items to various magic legions, in the hope that they can play a greater role in the following battle.
"My lord, what happened? Why do you feel so panicked?" Seeing the magicians around me quickly dispersed, the court wizard immediately came over. After all, my current performance was not so inappropriate even in the battle outside the Magic Temple.
"Do you know the Ghost Dragon? Do you know its attack power?" After looking at the high-level magicians running around, I turned around and asked him a question.
"Ghost dragon? I know. It's a terrifying magic that the necromancer Dicksey discovered from ancient sacrificial texts thousands of years ago. It is said that this method is to extract the remaining souls from tens of thousands of undead souls, and use special sacrifices and rituals to make them into a powerful existence similar to bone dragons... It is said that every time a ghost dragon is created, a powerful necromancer is required to sacrifice his own soul to give the ghost dragon a new life... Could it be... Could it be... ..." After repeating my question as if reciting it, he finally remembered the meaning of the question I asked him. All of a sudden, he, who was originally relatively normal, turned pale in an instant, as if he had been suddenly thrown naked into the army of the undead.
"But...but don't we know that those necromancers were transformed from the sacred beast priests among the orcs? With their magical abilities, how could there be high-level necromancers? How is this possible?" Looking at my slowly nodding head, the court wizard who had been studying magic in the royal capital let out a wild scream, then lowered his voice and muttered to himself.
"Nothing is impossible. For us now, it is really an impossible task to deal with 10 ghost dragons at a time. I hope our soldiers can hold on... Otherwise..." Ignoring his cries and prayers, I once again broke the news from the original place.
"Ten..." After listening to my retelling this time, this court wizard, who had never experienced any storms, had almost lost all his confidence. If it weren't for the stone chair for his backrest, I think he would have been scared to death.
Looking at the magical messages like "No hope of escape" that kept appearing in the sky, I silently mourned for the soldiers who volunteered to go on the reconnaissance. Although I have been in this world for so long and have led soldiers to kill countless enemy troops, until now, I still can't calmly face the end of the lives of my own soldiers... Of course, this is only for my own troops.
Just as I was about to turn around and walk down the platform to the various levels of the tower to boost the morale of my soldiers, dozens of mages in a corner of the platform caught my attention.
"What are you doing? Don't you know that I ordered everyone to accumulate magic power and prepare for the next battle? What is this? How... Who asked you to build this? Why did you build this thing? Speak!" I shouted the last word with all my strength. The situation in front of me was just like in a battle, the commander was desperately shouting to charge in front, but the deputy commander was leading the escape on the right. At this moment, these people actually built this teleportation magic circle on the platform for a few people to escape. How could I tolerate this
"Please calm down, my lord. I think you may have misunderstood. This is not a teleportation magic circle built by us on our own. It was completely instructed to me by Her Majesty the Queen before the troops set out, so..." Just as the magicians in front of me were at a loss and kept silent with their heads down, a mage who was personally appointed by Queen Yan to act as my assistant came over.
"Her Majesty the Queen personally ordered you to construct a magic circle and flee in the middle of a battle? She ordered you to abandon so many soldiers and comrades and flee the battlefield by yourself? I think this may be the funniest joke I have ever heard..." Before he finished speaking, I laughed at myself and refuted his words in a sarcastic tone. At the same time, a magic scroll had quietly landed in my palm.
"My lord, please listen to me. Her Majesty the Queen did not ask us to escape using the teleportation magic circle, and I have never had such an idea. It's just... it's just that before leaving, Her Majesty the Queen ordered her subordinates to ensure your safety no matter what the circumstances are... So... So although I know that your majesty will not give up your troops easily, I really have no choice but to do this..."
"Necessary? Is it necessary to let a supreme commander of a unit abandon his mission and responsibility and escape from the battlefield? No... Never! No matter how dangerous or difficult it is, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope for my unit and a soldier who can obey orders, I will never abandon my subordinates and selfishly flee the battlefield... Otherwise, I am not me, and I am not worthy of the word commander at all." I pressed the truth hard on the deputy, but in fact, in my mind, in just such a short time, several possibilities and ideas have flashed through my mind, and after weighing the consequences, I chose the one that I think is the most feasible. After all, in my magic space, a simple foldable portable single magic teleportation array is lying quietly inside... . . . . .
"Everyone, divide into ten groups and report to the commanders of the magic corps downstairs, and then let them assign you tasks... Everyone, you must resolutely and without hesitation withstand the attack of the necromancers, otherwise you will die together... Do you hear me?"
"I heard it!" As I roared, the magicians who were originally frightened by me immediately responded loudly and excitedly.
"What are you talking about? Don't you have the courage to defeat those evil and shameless undead? Speak louder and tell me what you should say and what you should do?" Just like the common method of boosting morale in the army in the 20th century, I used a contemptuous look and tone to stimulate the dozens of magicians in front of me. I knew that assigning them to different legions would definitely boost the morale of other legions, so that at least they could maintain the necessary morale and combat power in the next battle.
"We have heard what the adults said. We swear to defend the castle to the death, never retreat, and resolutely defeat the undead army..." (To be continued)