Conjurers have always been able to create miracles. Many seemingly weak or useless spells can work wonders at critical moments.

The recognized powerful magic law is classified as a strategic level existence.

Although this conjuration guard did not achieve the highest pursuit of leveraging the maximum results with the minimum force, he directly used powerful conjurations to quickly suppress the situation, which was also a correct choice.

But what everyone didn't expect was that this conjuration guard looked so young. He didn't look like a top-notch person who could be called a "conjuration master" or "conjuration master".

The adjutant asked in a low voice: "Is there any information about the conjuration guards in the intelligence?"

The messenger shook his head: "No, there is a lot of information and not enough space. It is impossible to add useless words."

But Tyrion had no doubt at all. He could tell at a glance that the robe and staff he wore were relic-level spiritual equipment.

Most conjuration guards do not have such powerful equipment.

"Little Tyrion."

Rhodes helped him up with both hands and said gently:

"I told you that the celebration should be left after the complete victory. Many of the outer strongholds of the old city of Baila are still in a state of fall. Some of the guardian fires have not even been sent back to the city. After the fire is gone, there is still warmth. Take advantage of this.

Now go back and light them, and the phlogiston and firewood consumed will be much less."

Tyrion's thick face wrinkled, and there was a strange familiarity in the young bodyguard's tone, which reminded him of Lord Theodore.

"Your Excellency, Lord Theodore, where is Lord Theodore? The Supreme Military War Department is very anxious now..."

"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry. Xiaolin has experienced many bigger storms. He will handle it well. You should trust our first defense minister."

Tyrion looked at him suspiciously. The only hair on his bald head hung down, blocking his sight, and he blew it away with his breath.

"It's so annoying. Having too much hair is just not good..."

Rhodes said gently: "Little Tyrion, I don't have much time. Hurry up and recapture the lost stronghold. Only when the fire is connected can humans straighten their spines and stand on this earth with their heads held high."

Many people's hearts were filled with passion and they just wanted to agree immediately, but Tyrion pondered and did not speak.

The adjutant said: "Your Excellency, you may not know much about the war situation. We are only part of the third theater where the Iron Armor Fortress is located. The core stronghold, the Iron Armor Fortress, has not yet resumed its functions. A large number of high-threat monster groups are rushing directly into our area, such as

Corrupted snakemen, bloodthirsty beasts, etc."

An officer said: "You also know that another important stronghold, Laisuo City, has been destroyed. A large number of abyssal monsters are attacking our defense system. The touched abyss rift has not yet been found. Under multiple crises, we can maintain the current situation.

, it is already very difficult to ensure that the functions of the old city of Baila are not lost."

Tyrion nodded lightly and said in a deep voice: "The crisis in the old city of Baila has not been resolved yet. Our psychic generator has been damaged and half of the high walls have been destroyed. The soldiers are fighting fiercely with the monsters in the city. If it weren't for

Even with the support of secret branch troops, the old city may not be able to hold on."

"Yes, we don't have the strength to regain more strongholds."

Rhodes smiled and said: "It will be there soon."

Tyrion frowned and said: "What do you mean? Are there any reinforcements? There is no news from the royal city? The first-level commander Marin did not mention this matter."

"The monsters in the city will be cleared soon, and Dean Vera can lead the members of the secret branch to regain the stronghold."

Tyrion's frown deepened.

"The ones attacking us are the reptilian monsters of Sigris. They have extremely thick skins, move extremely fast, and can fly. They also have pollution auras. When in danger, they will shrink into a ball and bury themselves underground. In bright sunlight

Its killing efficiency is very low, and it is much more difficult to deal with than the Snake Man. Even if Lord Theodore comes in person, it is impossible to clean it up quickly."

Rhodes touched his chest and smiled: "Little Tyrion, you seem to have some misunderstanding about a legend."

"But the bug-men are very tough..."

"They become fragile very quickly."

"Who said that?"

"I said so."

At this moment, the door was knocked open.

A soldier covered in white smoke rushed in and shouted:

"Crisis! Commander! Another large group of Sigelais insect monsters have poured into the city! The west side cannot be defended!"

Bang.

Rhodes had already gone through the air, and the huge wind pressure made Tyrion feel suffocated. The scattered wind swept through the entire hall, blowing all the paper documents into the air.

After the updraft ends, the white paper falling all over the sky is like a festival.

Tyrion's heart was touched.

Many people are still in a daze and don't know what happened.

Suddenly, they heard their commander shouting: "Adjutant, immediately make a battle plan to regain the stronghold. The others follow me!"

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The old city of Baila was once a very large city ruins. After the Royal City was recovered, it was used as a secondary stronghold in the third theater.

Since the range of the Guardian Fire is only five miles in radius, the old city of Baila has also been reduced to within five miles.

All the buildings in the city have been converted into fortifications. In addition to the combatants, there are only logistics personnel and production personnel who assist the combat. They have all been moved to the underground area of ​​the central fire protection sacrificial site.

At this time, the soldiers were fighting against a tide of insect-men.

These monsters resemble giant lizards with a human head, a huge tail and four human legs.

At first glance, it is chilling.

They move very quickly and do not slow down under the firelight. Sparks ignite from time to time on their thick skin, but they are extinguished in an instant. There is a huge membrane between the human legs to assist them in flying, and a brown dark light surrounds them.

All around them, they are constantly corroding the spiritual energy of the humans who fight them.

As more bugs arrived, the battle entered a fierce stage.

Behind the soldiers is the fire protection sacrificial site, and they can no longer retreat.

Dean Vera, as the only spell master, was the absolute core of this battle. He tried his best to use spells to assist in the battle, but all powerful spells pale in comparison to this absolute number.

The soldiers were almost drowned by the sea of ​​insects.

Vera saw a team being rushed away and a student being knocked down by a bug. In just a blink of an eye, more bugs covered him.

Severe heartache occurred, and he threw the spiritual light arrow with all his strength, scattering the insect men.

The student who was knocked down was saved. Covered in blood, he got up and continued fighting, but more teams were in crisis again.

Vera lost sight of one thing and failed to save him. The trend of the battle formation collapsing became more and more obvious, and despair shrouded his heart like a shadow.

Suddenly, a spell failed to be released, and the rebounding spirit made him stagger a few steps and almost fall.

"I'm too weak!"

With his hands trembling, Vera punched himself in the face, breaking his teeth, but he still could no longer condense his spiritual energy.

"Why am I so weak! These things...the chief dean can obviously do these things with just one finger..."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Little Vera, don't worry, a confused mind will reduce the power of the spell."

"Chief Dean!"

Vera turned back in ecstasy, but what she saw was Rhodes' face.

He suddenly woke up from the hallucination, and endless disappointment suddenly surged into his heart, but he immediately got rid of this emotion and returned to his serious dean state.

"Why are you here? Where have you been since the fall of the Rock Lighthouse? Do you know the combat regulations?"

He pushed Rhodes away.

"It's very dangerous here. You can't come here. Leave quickly!"

He tried to gather his spiritual energy again, but an invisible wave came and scattered his spiritual energy.

"Little Vera." Rhodes said gently: "This is not how the spell is used."

Vera turned his head in shock. Only then did he notice that Rhodes was wearing the same robe as the Chief Dean and holding the same staff as the Chief Dean.

The spiritual energy in the staff is surging, and a powerful spell is obviously brewing.

"You...you have the soul ripples of the Chief Dean? The Chief Dean has separated his soul again?"

Strong joy and incompetent guilt surged into her heart, and Vera didn't know what to say for a moment.

With a tap of the staff, the fluctuations of spiritual energy spread out and the spell took effect.

[Law: Silence and Prohibition Law]

The realm expands, all voices are banned, and all illegal abilities are restricted.

A new law has appeared in this space, and all existence must abide by it.

In an instant, the brown light on all the bug-men disappeared, and the polluting aura was judged illegal!

Vera opened her eyes wide: "This... this is an extremely effective prohibition decree. How much of the soul does the chief dean get?"

The battlefield suddenly changed. The pollution aura restricted the warriors too much. The reptilian who lost the aura was equivalent to losing a piece of acupuncture armor.

But this is just the beginning.

Soon, the staff flashed with light, and the second spell was used.

[Law: Flight Prohibition Law]

The laws of the realm unfold and new laws emerge.

Flying is prohibited here!

Countless bug-men fell from the sky, and the bug-men could no longer move in one piece.
To be continued...