"The Secret Gate Barbarian Settlement will send 10w strong men to the front line to support the Dono Kingdom and hammer those Sun thieves to death." The chieftain of the barbarian tribe shouted loudly.

"We have few people in the business alliance and no troops, but we will contribute money to fund all the people and countries that are fighting the enemy on the front line." The courteous representative of the business alliance said elegantly.

"The Kabala Orc Alliance is engaged in the battle, and we will surround it from the north."

"The Orcs of the Gsta Basin send out the Air Legion."

"We, the dwarves of the plateau, sent 5,000 craftsmen to be responsible for the equipment building and repair of the front-line soldiers."

"We in Dragon Island will send 30 adult dragons to participate in the exhibition."

"The heavy cavalry of the Dumb Tower Empire is already on its way." ……

Hundreds of delegates spoke out to participate in this crusade against Simba.

In the end, only Mavis didn't speak.

Everyone looked at Mavis.

Elven archers and mages are strategic troops.

Mavis coughed, attracting everyone's attention, and said:

"This time, we elves don't plan to send people to battle."

Everyone was shocked.

They don't understand, what does this elven queen want to do?

"Mavis, everyone has the same hatred and hatred to resist the demon king, but you are retreating?" Someone asked dissatisfiedly.

Mavis stood up, and the power of the Empress emanated from above.

"Our elves have a lifespan of thousands of years, and every time a person is damaged, it takes a hundred years to recover. The war has cost us too much, and after the catastrophe of a thousand years ago, our population has not yet returned to its original level. ”

Everyone stared at Mavis, waiting for her to come next.

It is recognized that elves and dragons have difficulty in giving birth.

Mavis continued:

"We intend to support this war in another way."

The hall was boiling.

"Equip all armies with magic scrolls."

Abraham frowned and asked:

"Scrolls?"

"Primary magic scrolls, we will sell magic scrolls at a low price."

Mavis nodded.

There was a whisper of discussion in the hall.

The people of the Shang Alliance immediately stood up and said:

"Are you kidding? Primary magic scrolls to support the war? The average price of a beginner magic scroll on the market is 15 gold, equipping all armies with magic scrolls? Oh my God, do you know how much it costs? Who can afford it? ”

Mavis said:

"1 scroll only charges 1 gold coin for materials, and I mobilize the whole clan to make it to ensure the quantity output."

The crowd was silent.

There were all human spirits present, and it was clear what Mavis meant's words meant.

1 gold coin and 1 magic scroll.

With such a low price, it is completely possible to equip all armies in batches and make them magical to all armies.

Imagine 10,000 iron cavalry charging, all blessed with magic shields and petrified skins, and 10,000 fireballs in the process of assault.

That scene.

Gee.

This kind of magical army was once conceived.

But after all, it is an idea, and it is impossible to realize.

From the perspective of the primary magic scroll market, the high price is only affordable by the big countries, and even if it is paid, the market is in short supply, and no mage is willing to spend time making a primary magic scroll, it is completely at a loss.

Now, the elves have stepped in.

With a very low price to guarantee the supply of scrolls, then this kind of envisioned magic legion is possible.

And all the people were breathing rapidly.

Abraham was a little excited, and after trying to calm down, he asked:

"Her Royal Highness Empress Mavis, is this true?"

"Since I said it, I can guarantee it." Mavis is loud and full of empress fan. "We have a whole new way of making that we can speed up production."

Roy had taken Mavis to the warehouse, and she had seen the mountains of scrolls, so she spoke with confidence.

The crowd doubted the production of the elves.

Mavis said:

"We just started making scrolls, and now we have 300,000 scrolls on hand, which can be put directly into the battlefield."

The representative of the Kingdom of Donoy immediately said:

"Empress Mavis, the elves are in the Forest of Light, right in our territory in Dorno, how about giving us priority to use these scrolls?"

"Of course, 1 scroll is 1 gold, and we need to recoup the basic material costs. This matter can be handed over to the Migaka Chamber of Commerce, and we have some contact with them. ”

"No problem at all~......"

Abraham coughed and interrupted their conversation to the point of:

"The first batch of scrolls will be used by the Kingdom of Dono, and then we will discuss the matter of the coalition forces......"

The meeting lasted 3 days.

Mavis returns to the Forest of Light and tells Roy the news.

In the past few days of crazy production, the primary magic scrolls in the warehouse have reached 50w.

It is now possible to sell them all.

Transport from Demon King City to the Elven Kingdom, and then the Migaka Chamber of Commerce is responsible for transporting it to Rondo City, where it is transported to the front line by water. Pay with one hand, deliver with the other.

within a week.

The 50W primary magic scrolls are all infused into the front-line army.

Gedalia Line.

A large number of Dono's troops were stationed here.

This has become the last line of defense of the Wind Plains, and in just two weeks, Simba's army has occupied the entire Wind Plains, and he has also used magic to open underground passages, and the monsters entrenched in the underground world have poured directly to the surface.

Plains of the Wind is wreaked havoc by monsters.

Simba's army has assembled towards the Gedalia Line.

Once this place is lost, and the monsters are flooded into the hinterland of the Dono Kingdom, the entire Dono Kingdom will fall into a serious crisis.

Finally, and most importantly, the line of defense. The Kingdom of Dono naturally invested heavily in defense, and the entire defense line was rock-solid, and it was even more difficult for Simba's army to conquer it head-on.

Outside the cliff pass, you can already see monsters scurrying around.

During this extraordinary period, the Wind Traveler Cavalry Regiment stationed here received a rescue mission. It takes someone to break into the windswept plains and rescue a besieged Earl.

"Lord Duke, what is the difference between this mission and sending him to death? The entire Plains of the Wind is full of monsters, and now I enter, isolated, I am willing to die for the Duke, but there is no point in dying like this, I don't accept it. I will not allow my soldiers to be sent to death so aggrieved! ”

The knight chief Layton blushed and shouted at the Duke in front of him, trying his best to suppress his anger.

The old duke patted Layton on the shoulder and said:

"Layton, calm down, you're my right-hand man. Since this task is entrusted to you, it is not simply for you to die, we have purchased a batch of magic scrolls from the elves at a low price, which can arm 1,000 elite cavalry in your hands. ”

Layton gasped.

"Magic scrolls armed with 1,000 men?"