The magic scroll is generally based on Warcraft leather, and the texture of the magic array is printed with dyes made of Warcraft blood and a bunch of materials, and the magic array on it can be activated as long as the magic power is directly entered.

And it's like an incandescent lamp, the higher the input current, the brighter the glow, and the greater the magic of the input, the stronger the effect. Of course, when the input mana exceeds the capacity of the magic scroll material, the magic scroll will be burned and invalidated due to mana overload, just like a light bulb burns out.

The elves had already solved the problem of how to maximize the effect of the magic scroll, and they packed the magic scroll into a sturdy metal cylinder, as well as a magic crystal or magic core that would allow the scroll to exert its maximum effect.

When using it, you only need to pull the safety string and let the magic source contact the magic circle circuit, and the magic circle can be easily activated, so that even children can use the powerful magic scroll.

Charles pulled out a magic scroll with the word "Fire Tornado" written on it, pulled the string and stuffed it into an unattended firing port on the south side of the first floor of the turret, and then teleported into the shadows in the distance.

"Let's go!"

The sound of the magic scroll falling to the ground did not attract the attention of the fishmen, because the elves from the north had already appeared in the light of the illuminating magic, and the turret was full of various sounds made by the fishmen as they moved.

If it weren't for a fish-man accidentally stepping on a reel and slipping, maybe they wouldn't even know how they died.

The fish-man on the side tried to kick the metal cylinder to the side, but just as his foot approached the metal cylinder, the metal cylinder suddenly turned red, and then a burst of red flames exploded from the metal cylinder.

A whirlwind of flames swept through the first floor of the turret, and the fish-men here were reduced to ashes before they could react.

The fish-man on the second floor felt the floor shake beneath his feet, and then a burst of flames erupted from the staircase.

Seeing the sudden flames, the fish-men who were far away from the staircase had a momentary chance to put on a magic shield for themselves, but the next moment the fire tornado that broke through the wooden floor filled the entire second floor in the blink of an eye, and the fish-men with magic shields on their bodies were blown and spun like clothes in a dryer.

After two breaths, a burst of fire rushed out from the roof of the turret, and a column of fire erupted from the firing port.

The fishmen outside the turret who formed a formation to meet the enemy were shocked by the upheaval behind them, and there was a commotion for a while, and the magic power that had just been synchronized suddenly dissipated.

The attacking elves from the north took the opportunity to attack, and a rain of arrows and magic took away nearly half of the fishmen.

Then Charles reappeared with a broadsword, and he slashed in from behind the Fish-Man formation.

Because of his height, he stabbed a lot of fishmen in the waist.

The battle for this stronghold was soon over, and all but a few fishmen who remained in the camp escaped under the attack of the elves and Charles.

The barricades on the side of the road were removed, and then a convoy came out of the darkness and appeared in front of the embarrassed Charles.

It was a mechanized assault convoy of twenty vans and more than a dozen tricycles, and if Charles was not mistaken, the boxes on the tricycles were all used to carry rockets.

On the night behind the moon hiding in the clouds, Charles sat on a box of rockets and followed the world's first mechanized commando team south.

Led by local elves who were familiar with the road, it only took two or three hours for the convoy to reach the south of the logistics base that was to be attacked tonight.

When getting out of the car, Charles and almost all the elves rubbed their glutes, and there were also complaints such as "the buttocks are numb", "the constipated ones can turn out the feces as long as they sit for an hour", "don't talk about the shit, urethral stones can turn you out" and other complaints.

It can't be helped, the dirt roads are bumpy, the suspension system is about none, the saddle cushions are not up to the top, and the original vans and tricycles have made its passengers miserable.

Charles was there to help carry the rockets in the midst of the complaints.

The Command has a great appetite, and in addition to the logistics base on this battlefield, reinforcements are also in their annihilation plan.

A section of the road that the fishmen had to pass to and from the sea to and from the logistics base became a predetermined ambush field, where the view was wide, the road was straight, and on both sides of the road were barren grass that had been burned to prevent an ambush, and the grass just below the feet did not look like an ambush.

The weeds outside the logistics base are also set on fire every once in a while, and there is not a single weed or shrub with a height of more than 20 centimeters in the open space of several hundred meters around the base, and it is impossible to sneak up on the grass and bushes.

Since there is no way to sneak attack, there is only a strong attack, and many of the rockets that were transported tonight are in preparation for the strong attack.

Everyone has their own style of commanding, and the last time Charles saw George personally directing a battle was when he raided cultists in the underground labyrinth.

At that time, George's style of play was to get as close as possible to the enemy in the face of the enemy's attack, and then disrupt the enemy's position with short, fierce long-range attacks, and then launch a surprise attack.

His fighting style also influenced his troops, as can be seen in tonight's "siege battle".

The commander who commanded the operation was not familiar with Charles, and he was defending against the feints of the fishmen in this area during the Battle of Baiyun Mountain and the Battle of Wocaoling, and had not cooperated with Charles.

So he told Charles to rush in with the commandos after the gap in the wall of the enemy base opened, and then follow the squad that destroyed the supplies. In his opinion, Charles's efforts to dig wells can also be used to destroy supplies.

Charles has no objection to this, this battle is mainly to destroy the enemy's materials, and after destroying those materials as planned, everyone retreats with valuable things, the prince of the enemy Zhang Junquan has stayed here, and under the sneak attack, he may be able to capture some useful things.

According to the plan, if there is time after completing the main mission in this operation, rescue the fish-man girls according to the situation.

A while ago, George sent Rachel and them to Osmanthus City, and after Rachel had a detailed conversation with Elizabeth, the "Osme Crucifixion Women's Awakening Alliance" was established, and the leader of the alliance was Rachel, and Hayley and other fish-man girls became the first members of the alliance.

After sending the girls for further treatment, Elizabeth ordered the entire southern theater of operations to try their best to rescue the suffering fish-man girls if they could.

Although the world has evaluated Elizabeth's command from different perspectives, such as justice and politics, and even argued about it, everyone unanimously agreed that this command was correct from any point of view.

Charles didn't care when he first learned the news, it was all their own path.

It's just that what Charles didn't expect was that Rachel, who was sent to treatment by Elizabeth, met Diana, who was captured by Charles to recuperate, and Artoria and Melidia, who had a sense of justice.

But those things are not for Charles to care about now, he is now, like those elven comrades, waiting for the time for the operation to begin.

Tonight must be a night of brilliant fire.