Chapter 639 641. Advance
Wilgefortz, who was about to leave the camp and lead the warlocks to the front line to save the battle, suddenly returned when he reached the edge of the command post camp.
“Did something unexpected happen, Master?”
When Foltest saw Vigofortz again in the command post, he was struck by the interested look on his face. The smile was so frightening that his heart skipped a beat.
Isn’t this warlock ready to surrender to the enemy with the heads of the two kings, seeing that the situation is bad?
Faced with the probing tone of the Temerian King, Vilgefortz didn't care much.
Because he actually met something more worthy of attention and more interesting!
"My two majesties."
The youngest archmage in history first smiled and called out the honorific title in a polite manner, so as to avoid the boring vigilance of the two kings. Then continue.
“I think I know what’s going on with the other party now.”
Immediately, Vilgefortz told Foltest and Vizmir about the dense telepathic links under the sky.
There are also all kinds of information and intelligence that are constantly transmitted in this linked network.
The two kings were in a daze at first, because they had never thought that the basic abilities of warlocks could be used in this way on the battlefield, and they did not even have the concept of "investing warlocks on a large scale in battle".
The sorcerers in the north had such a high status that a hundred years ago they even appeared as wise men who could guide the king in his administration.
So even for wild mages and scumbags who dropped out of the magic academy, the most unkind way the Northern Kingdom uses them is to train them into high-level spies and high-level guards in the intelligence agency.
I never thought of using these people together with the big-headed soldiers.
But with the concise and to-the-point explanation of Vilgefortz, the two kings quickly understood the extraordinary nature of this system.
Of the two of them, one has outstanding military talent and is young and energetic. One has rich battlefield experience due to his long life.
After all, even if you have mediocre talents, you will have extraordinary abilities after long experience in the position of king.
What's more, the two of them were on the battlefield just now and were beaten violently by Menno Kuhorn, who had mastered this epoch-making system.
The person who was beaten knew very well how heavy this ‘fist’ was.
"He is indeed a genius commander!"
Foltest walked around excitedly, talking to himself.
“But genius does not refer to his command ability, but to the establishment of this magical communication system! I understand! This is the best use of the warlock’s ability! Even the worst warlock can master it Telepathy! Who could have thought of this before?"
"It is indeed true. I was sincerely impressed when I discovered this."
Vilgefortz said sincerely
It was as if he was not the one who used his extraordinary magical attainments to sneak into their network to observe when the Nilfgaardian warlocks first started to spread.
For Wilgefortz, these southern warlocks are so bad that they can't even sense his existence.
Observing them is like observing the reflection of the starry sky on a calm lake.
“Good, at least we know why the opponent’s command level seems so outrageous.”
The old King Vizmir braced himself for this news, put his scattered gray hair back into the crown, and turned to look at Wigefortz.
"Then the master ran back so excitedly, he must have thought of a countermeasure? Large-scale magic? Or some kind of ritual? How do we cooperate?"
As soon as he said this, Fultai Ste also looked at Wigefortz with excited and expectant eyes.
In their minds, the Archmage who had seen through Nilfgaard's arrangement and rushed back should be confident.
However, the youngest archmage in history gave them a look of shock and confusion.
"No, I mean, haven't there been people in the army already taking action?" The three people all stopped smiling at this time and looked at each other.
"Wait a minute. What's going on now?"
Foltest asked first.
“I thought this was the secret weapon you hid in the army.” Wigfortz, who had always shown himself to be a strategist, could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth at this time.
"We only learned about the existence of this communication system from your mouth. You told us that we have a secret weapon?"
King Vizmir spread his hands and widened his eyes.
“In addition to magic, you can crack this system. It’s no problem to directly kill the warlock who is the node. I thought your secret weapon was to accomplish such a big thing by accident.”
"Okay!" Foltest slammed the table and stopped the casual conversation between the two parties with his eyes widened. "The most important thing right now is how to win this war! Master, just tell me what's going on!"
"Is there a 'thing'?" Vilgefortz looked at it The clock in the camp confirmed the time.
"That 'thing' unplugged eight nodes of the Nilfgaardians in nearly thirty minutes, which meant killing eight warlocks on eight positions. Wait."
said Then, Vilgefortz's eyes looked toward the distant sky again, the focus of his sight penetrating the tent's tarpaulin. Then turned back.
"It's forty minutes now, and that 'thing' has killed ten warlocks."
Silence.
Because the content is so beyond imagination that I don’t know what to say.
"How about." Foltest tentatively looked at Vizmir and Wigfortz, "Let's stick to the previous plan, unchanged?"
The other two people exchanged views with each other. Looking at each other, they nodded wordlessly.
——
Lan En ran across the wilderness and hills, never stopping or missing a beat.
He was like a wind of death blowing through the Nilfgaardian positions.
A one-man force that can withstand the charge of a heavy cavalry regiment in the front is as smooth as taking a stroll when entering a position composed of ordinary soldiers.
Their formation is too scattered for Lan En, and the power of the group cannot be exerted without a focus when facing the force of a single person.
And if they gather together, the killing effect and killing scene caused by the [Turbid Current] sword in an instant will put great psychological pressure on the spirit of the soldiers.
Whether they are stopped or not, the organization of the Nilfgaardian army is slowly collapsing.
Lan rushed out of the gap from the crowd, and the 'embers' who followed him rushed in along the gap, using their cooperation to expand the enemy's damage surface, and then collapse the entire position.
The emotions of the enemy and his comrades surged in Lan En's perception.
His keen awareness of emotions made him feel as if he was sitting on a cloud, looking down at the land that had turned into a battlefield.
The emotions in war are the most intense.
Invasion and resistance, massacre and unyielding. All kinds of emotions were felt by Lan En.
People who lived peacefully in their hometowns became invaders because of this war, and people who lived peacefully in their hometowns became resisters because of this war.
This is enough.
I can and I will! End this war!
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(End of this chapter)