In a sense, Queen Maria makes me feel good.
First of all, he was very polite and grateful for my help, but he didn't make any demands on me, such as helping them on the battlefield.
The meeting ended in less than five minutes from the beginning, and the battle was still going on. Now is really not the time for talks.
Even if the battlefield is emptied, more fire trolls and flame demons will soon swarm.
There are no strong players on the abyss side of the battlefield, because it is unnecessary. In the long-term tug-of-war and war of attrition, cannon fodder is the least valuable, and the abyss side never has to worry about cannon fodder sleepiness.
I didn't take the initiative to help either, except because it was none of my business, but I still had to recover a little magic power.
It is really cool to wash a large area of the map cannon, but after each hit, the consumption of magic power needs to be doubled to make up for it.
The war didn't end because of my arrival. On the contrary, after a brief silence, several big boss-level fire trolls came to inquire about the situation, and the fight with humans became more and more intense.
I was just watching the play, but I still felt a lot.
Now the main plane battlefield of the front line is close to the level of bloody battle in the abyss, and the background of San Antonio is really amazing, whether it is an air knight fighting in mid-air, a spell caster on the city wall, or even an ordinary defending soldier, All are veterans.
In other battlefields, there are a lot of powerhouses who can stand on their own. There are a few magic power fluctuations that surpass that of ordinary demigod spellcasters, but I have never even heard of their names.
Laymen watch the fun, and insiders watch the way.
The battlefield here seems to be chaotic, but in fact the chaos is orderly, far from reaching the limit.
The commander has the appearance of a commander, and the low-level non-commissioned officers issue military orders at the same level, but the most eye-catching is the seemingly ordinary spellcaster.
The caster is very skilled in combining and combining with ordinary warriors, and various large-scale gain magic can be easily brushed, and the attack magic also naturally forms the effect of artillery suppression.
Every magic power is used to improve the situation on the battlefield, not to destroy the opponent in one go.
Every explosion is the classic range and power of textbooks, but the support is accurate enough, but it is convenient for these warriors and mages to cooperate and combine. Can be replaced.
After a wave of attacks ended, the second caster took over, and continued to suppress the fire for ten minutes, and then replaced.
It may not be possible to eliminate the opponent, but the party has always been able to receive support.
I have seen too many things that play three minutes for two hours, and ten minutes for one night... Well, I admit that the Lanmeng is not enough in the cooperation between mages and the battlefield, and it is not experienced and professional enough.
There may not be a big gap in reputation between the candidates for the strongest country in the mainland and the strongest country in the mainland, but the difference is very obvious.
The difference is in all aspects, and the difference is in some traditions and small details, which all take time to polish.
At least when I go back, a new warmage training manual will be out immediately.
At dusk, the battle situation between the two sides returned to the original, as if nothing had happened, it was as if I did not forget what I did.
Perhaps, this is also the root of the tacit understanding maintained by the high-level officials of both sides. In the thousands of front-line battlefields, the strength of individuals is too smiling.
When a thousand people gather in one place, the entire field of vision is already covered, but when the scale of the war accumulates to one hundred thousand or one million, even if the battlefield in front of you is emptied, it will soon be filled up again.
For demons, losing tens of thousands of low-end goods is not a problem at all.
The map and the battlefield cannot be changed without the Forbidden Magic. Using the Forbidden Magic is a decisive battle of life and death. In a sense, the battlefield killer also has its own troubles.
It was not until night that the war was over.
At the simple welcome banquet, Maria welcomed me cheerfully. As for transactions and business, she gave me a name, a CFO named Xi Lang, and asked my people to talk to him.
Although Maria is not a member of the Hades side, but with Ayer's relationship, the relationship between us is still friendly.
Moreover, I do prefer Maria on the front line to Winston who is waiting for news in the capital and commanding remotely.
"Ancient sun god ruins?"
At the dinner, I put forward my request very directly.
I don't feel like I've had enough of walking back and forth across the battlefield, looking alone for some relic that may or may not exist.
The magistrates might as well take care of them now, and they might as well ask the locals first.
I took out the holy emblem of Arroyo, and a sketch of the eagle head of Arroyo, but I was a little disappointed with the final result.
Maria directly asked the local old man to inquire about the situation, but in the end she didn't know anything about it.
It seems that I can only find a way to find it myself.
Now that we have time, Maria and I naturally chatted about the war. She was interested in my new weapon, and she had to send a weapon document.
But I can see that she is not very interested, more polite.
She is clearly confident in San Antonio's traditional military might and spellcasters, at least the current battle is not beyond her grasp.
While talking and talking, we talked about the abyss and the changes of the devil.
Hesitantly, Maria told me about a dream, a recurring nightmare in which she kept killing and being killed.
"Think about it every day and have a dream at night, don't think too much."
I wasn't interested in the sentimentality of "Little Girl", and was going to take it lightly, but didn't expect to hear a familiar name.
"You are also a spellcaster, you should understand the importance of dreams to us, sometimes it is a mirror to a certain plane, sometimes it is a prophecy that guides our direction, recently I always dream of being killed , but it's not me who died... I can't explain it, it feels very strange, like you are both the murderer and the victim."
Maria was a little dazed and a little dazed. She asked her "foster father" for help, but the adoptive father told her that the man in front of her was an expert in spirituality and might be able to help her.
And, for some unknown reason, even though it was the first time we met, I felt that this person could be trusted.
"This kind of dream has been repeated since I was a child, and the killer has appeared with many faces, but recently, the frequency of my death has become more and more frequent. The murderer who killed 'me', the silver-haired half-demon, was called by 'me' For 'Eliza'. I still called her sister in my dreams and asked her why she was so cruel."