Walking into the house, the decoration in the house is extremely simple. In the middle of the house, a three-meter-wide magic sand table shows the terrain around the fortress, and a well-proportioned figure is looking down.

Hearing someone coming in, he raised his head.

This is an old man with gray hair. Time has left countless traces on his body. His resolute eyes are like a deep pool. His not-so-tall body has the weight of a mountain. There is also a deep scar on his face.

, adding a bit of iron blood to this old man.

"Are you a disciple of Bandar? Why haven't I seen you?" General Edward stared at Allen with sharp eyes, motionless.

"Hello, General, I am Allen, a recent disciple of Master Bandar. This is a token given to me by the teacher." Allen performed a mage salute, then raised his left hand and put a ring on his finger.

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Edward looked at it, nodded, and continued:

"Where's the letter Mr. Bandar asked you to deliver?"

"Right here." Allen retracted his left hand, took out the letter from the storage bag, and handed it to Edward.

Edward reached out and took the letter, checked it over and confirmed the secret seal, then opened the letter and looked at it.

After a long time, Edward slowly put down the letter with a solemn expression, and then put the letter away:

"I have collected Bandar's letter. Your mentor asked you to stay here during this period. After a while, I will ask the adjutant to arrange a place for you to stay. The conditions are simple. I hope you won't dislike it." At this time, Edward was ready.

He showed a little smile, barely said a few words, and then called the adjutant outside the door to come in and told him to arrange a place for Allen to live.

After leaving the tactics room, the two of them walked towards the military camp behind the fortress. Allen was a spell caster, so he was placed in a spell caster's residence.

There were not many people in the military camp at this time. There were various houses in the caster's residence, including tents, tree houses, and some stone houses made of mud turned into stone. It seemed that these casters built their own houses.

"Mr. Master, this is your residence, and this is your identity card. It is used when walking here. Please keep it properly. It will be very troublesome if you lose it." The adjutant took Allen to a row of houses and took it.

He handed an identity card to Allen and pointed to the house in front of him.

"Thank you." Allen reached out and took the number plate, said goodbye to the adjutant, opened the door and walked in.

The room was not big, with only a bed and a set of tables and chairs. Allen simply tidied up and settled here temporarily.

In the next few days, the atmosphere in the fortress began to become tense. Groups of griffon knights continued to fly towards the bloody wasteland and then flew back. Many of them were stained with blood, and the smell of sulfur was even more intense.

Strong.

No matter how dull Alan is, he knows that war is about to break out.

Knowing that the war broke out, Allen felt that he needed to make some preparations, so he found his adjutant and asked for some materials to make props. After the adjutant asked General Edward for instructions, Allen got approval, and then went to the logistics office to select materials.

The chief officer of the Logistics Department was a guy with a dead face. If it weren't for the presence of body temperature in his body, Allen would have thought he was a corpse. He had a straight face and meticulously stared at Allen to pick up materials and do something.

Allen had no chance to secretly get more.

Back at the military camp, Allen rented an alchemy table from an academic mage and prepared to refine some explosive potions. This potion was developed by Allen and mixed with the blood of swamp mud monsters and several magical materials.

of.

It is not difficult to make. This potion does not last long after being made. It can only be stored for one month. Moreover, the spell effect is not stable and needs to be sealed and stored. However, although it has many shortcomings, it is cheap and easy to make.

, the power is not small. So it is very cost-effective to use it as a consumable.

Allen has tested it and found that the explosive power of this agent is enough to kill and injure enemies within three meters. Don't even think about dealing with intermediate demons, but it is just right for dealing with cannon fodder like locusts.

Controlling the hand of the mage, Allen deployed it very quickly. After taking out the sample for experiment, General Edward directly called a team of mage apprentices over, and then Allen taught them the configuration essentials.

Then explosive potions began to be produced at full speed, and this stuff soon became popular throughout the fortress. Allen's group of mage apprentices had begun taking turns to rest and make explosive potions day and night without stopping.

Time is getting tighter. The scouts who have been out for reconnaissance in the past few days have also suffered casualties. Intermediate demons have appeared in large areas in the Blood Wasteland. The casualties of this team are the result of the pursuit of hundreds of winged demons.

Finally, before dawn, the demon army arrived outside the fortress. Allen stood on the steel fortress and looked out.

I saw that the open space outside the fortress was already densely packed with low-level demons. These demons had no formation and were crowded together in a mess. Allen even saw that many demons in front of the formation had not yet attacked the city, but he started fighting first.

Already.

It is worthy of being the source of chaos since ancient times. If there were not enough cannon fodder and the strength of high-level demons, these abyss bugs would have been wiped out long ago.

In the space above the demon camp, a group of winged demons were hovering in the air. The gryphon knights and pterodactyl knights in the fortress had already taken off. The two sides fought in the air from time to time. From time to time, several winged demons were killed or the griffons fell.

If you fall into the demon camp below, whether you are a winged demon or a griffin knight, you will be caught and eaten by those chaotic demons. Behind the demon army, there are several Barlows who are on fire and holding decapitating swords and flaming whips in their hands.

The Balrog is standing on the high platform, that should be the demon governor of this demon army.

With a loud roar, the chaotic demon army began to attack the city. Another shocking scene appeared in front of Allen's eyes. Countless cannon fodder demons rushed towards the fortress crazily.

Without any siege equipment, how could these dwarfs, who were only 1.34 meters tall, prepare to come up? Allen soon got the answer.

A half-elf general commands the archers.

"preparation!"

The archers in the three rows in front unfurled their bows and set arrows.

"Forty-five-degree upward shooting, coverage strike."

"Bang, collapse, collapse."

The sound of bow strings was heard endlessly. Then the archers were divided into three batches to shoot. The archers in one row who fired the bows and arrows took a step back, and the other row was ready to release arrows. Then the third row continued, and the three groups of archers took turns to shoot in a continuous rain of arrows.

Continuously, countless cannon fodder low-level demons fell to the ground, but these demons were fearless and continued to rush over the corpses.

Then most of them died at the foot of the city wall, and soon the corpses had piled up into a hill. The two sides were fighting fiercely in the air, with the roar of dragons and the chirping of eagles. From time to time, corpses fell from the sky.
Chapter completed!