Salons stood on the edge of the battlements, his sturdy body towering like a towering mountain, and the wild wind blew his hair and danced, but it could not stir his heart to rise and fall.

From this angle, all the changes in the entire battlefield were in full view of him.

Nearby, the human wall built by the shield guardian has collapsed three times, and the newly constructed human wall has been pressed to less than a hundred meters outside the city wall of the ninth city, because of the space, auxiliary professions such as doctors have to retreat into the city, but there are medium and long-range strike troops composed of sharpshooter legions and various catapults and magic tools, which have already been prepared and have played a great suppressive role in the demon.

Two wizard towers had descended from mid-air, one on the left and one on the right guarding both sides of the city wall, the flickering magic runes and the elemental power of the riot were still brilliant and huge, but Saron knew that the magicians in the wizard tower were no longer able to succeed, and the most direct proof was that the number of spells under the pouring had dropped significantly.

After all, today's era is not as good as the wizard period with abundant elements, and the elemental absorption ability of the wizard tower is also extremely poor, a round of explosion has consumed hundreds of years of accumulation in the elemental pool, and the magic recovery speed of the magician is far less than that of the warcaster, so these two wizard towers can only be said to exist as a simple deterrent.

Beyond the human wall, it is a battlefield that is huge to the end of the field of vision, where countless demons and professionals fight to the death, they exhaust the last trace of strength and blood to kill the enemy, and also a bargaining chip for their own victory, even if it is a weak to the point of hair, but it is countless small dedications to maintain the stalemate on the battlefield today.

The stalemate has been going on for a long time......

For the High Council, the construction of the Ninth City takes time, and it takes time. At the beginning of the war, Saron understood this very well, so the tactics he arranged were very clear tactics for refueling.

He didn't organize a large-scale battle that could defeat the demon army at one time, even if it was successful, it would only stimulate the sensitive nerves of those abyss lords, this was a bottomless abyss, as long as those abyss lords made up their minds, even if they poured the full strength of the Weiku Continent, the number of professionals could not be more than the demons.

Therefore, Saron carefully controlled the rhythm of the battlefield, he keenly and accurately calculated the strength of each demon army charge, and invested about the same number of professional legions, trying to maintain the balance of the battlefield.

This creates a false impression for the commanders of the demon army - the demon army always has the advantage of occupying the enemy, and with a little more force, it can break through the ninth city, but these little bugs from Atlantis are indeed tenacious and can always hold their camp at the last minute.

This is the core of this offensive and defensive battle, and the plan has indeed worked very well, and the stop-and-go has been delayed until now.

But Saron had already felt the changes in the battlefield - the number of demon armies was not scarce, but the quality had been greatly improved, and the elite demon legions, and even the blood war legions, were really far from entering the battlefield.

In the center of the demon army, there will be blank areas from time to time, as if it is a gladiatorial arena spontaneously formed by onlookers during a samurai duel, and then, you can feel a shocking elemental explosion and a collision of power.

It was a blank space created by the real elite demon legions and professional legions strangling each other, compared to this powerful legion, the scattered pros or demons were as weak as ants, and their duel would naturally make the weak retreat.

The blank space exists for a short time, fleetingly, and some fight for a long time, but in the end, with the passage of time, one side will be wiped out, and the other side will drag the broken body to the next battlefield and disappear.

The same is true of the sky battlefield, with the collision of destroying the world and destroying the earth, one by one the hollows are generated, and the terrifying power inside is frantically strangled and torn until one side turns into a sky of flesh and blood and scatters, and the void will disappear.

The true powerhouses of the High Demons have already made a move, and the pinnacle beings of the Transcendent Professions will no longer endure it, and their battle is shaking the world like a mountain and a tsunami.

Of course, on the battlefield in the sky, there are also the duels and games of the kings, which naturally have the legendary throne to worry about, and it is not something that mortals can spy on.

"The war has reached its climax, both sides have put all their strength into it, maybe I should do something?!" a thought flashed through Saron's mind, and he couldn't get rid of it anymore.

In this battle, the watchtower is the command center of the ninth city, and naturally everything revolves around as the commander, and Saron has not spoken for a long time and issued an order, naturally, the entire watchtower also seems to be very quiet.

At this point, Sharon broke the silence.

"Y'all here?"

A majestic voice rippled through the room, the air in the room froze, and the sound of urgent footsteps rang out, and everyone quickly gathered in front of Saron.

Salons didn't look back, but pondered for a long time before saying: "The road of a field commander is cold and ruthless after all, what we need most is to observe the battlefield with a cold heart and use the most accurate calculations to achieve the goal."

No matter how many comrades-in-arms or comrades fall, no matter how many losses and deaths will be caused, everything is just a number in our eyes, and it can only be seen as a number, so that we can use our cold hearts to exchange the greatest results for the minimum cost. ”

"You should be the most elite field commander trainees from all major academies to be here, and I hope you can keep that in mind. ”

"Yes!" almost everyone present looked at the tall figure in front of them with reverence, and took all his words as truth.

"Very well!" Saron nodded slightly, and finally turned back, his lion-like gaze looking around, and finally fixed his gaze on a young man.

This young man is about seventeen or eighteen, his face is still childish, his stature is not high, and his strength is only a first-order appearance, but his eyes are very bright and confident, and there is a calmness and calmness on his green and immature face that does not belong to this age.

"Charles, I'll give you a mission. ”

"Your Majesty, please instruct!" replied the young man in a loud voice:

"When the wizards completed the oversized sorcery circle in the Ninth City, the horn of retreat sounded. It's your task, and it's your reward for being the best student.

The war will not begin because of you, but it will end with your trumpet. As he spoke, Sharon reached out and made a large axe that was set aside.

The young man named Charles heard the blood boiling, and a burst of red rose on his white face, but after all, he was the best field commander, and he found a problem as soon as his mind moved, and while watching Saron's movements, he immediately asked: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Salonn glanced at him, his eyes were burning like magma, and he said: "The war has reached now, the two sides have pressed all the chips, and the commander can no longer play a role, so, as the commander, my task is completed."

However, as a fighter, my fight has only just begun......"

With a burst of arms, the bright axe was already in front of his eyes, and Saron cracked his mouth and laughed and stepped on the battlement, and under the cold and wind pressure, his huge body like a god of war rushed into the sky.

"For the glory of the profession, for the glory of the High Council, kill!"

The furious roaring sound reverberated through the Nine Heavens, and a flaming meteor smashed into the center of the Sky Battlefield, sending a circle of terrifying spatial ripples to spread out in all directions.

Urgently, the shadow of a huge giant axe that manifested at least a kilometer long and divided the heavens and the earth appeared, and smashed into a second-class demon lord who showed a hundred-meter height with a terrifying momentum like opening the world.

Inside the watchtower, Charles walked to Salon's position, he looked at the sky blankly, and then at a group of classmates who were as dazed as him, and there were ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart......

What about the calmness of the field commander, who said good?

What about calculating everything accurately?

If you don't care about any loss or price, you have to look at death as a number?

As a commander, how can you be so irresponsible, hot-headed and rush into the battlefield?

I want to rush to it!

......

On the other side, inside the city, in a fortress that runs down the city walls.

It was a white-haired, white-bearded, hunchbacked old wizard with layers of wrinkles on his face that could almost trap flies, and he walked with a swaying way that made people fear that he would fall if he was unsteady, but his furious voice resounded almost throughout the fortress.

"Failed, failed again for the forty-eighth turn, what went wrong?

"You, just, you, don't look at others, just you, Group B's nineteen rows of metal magic pattern plates will make longitudinal adjustments for me, get out, hurry up, ......"

"And you, the three hundred and eighteen pieces of metal magic pattern plates in Group E are scrapped and replaced for me. Don't put on the spectrum of a supernatural wizard, run, run for me!"

"Grass, it's you, go to the city wall and tell that little rabbit in Group I that if the next time it turns on is slower, I'll smash his ass. ”

"And you, what's your name, forget it, it doesn't matter, go ......"

Although the wizards in the fortress were dressed differently, looking at the magic fluctuations, there were no ones lower than the second order, and even a large part of them were third-order transcendent wizards, but under the scolding and command of this old wizard, everyone was busy and didn't even say a word of nonsense.

Just kidding, although the old wizard in front of him is not a legend, he is indeed an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, and the wizarding system of the entire Viku Continent is basically established by him, and now the leaders of many wizarding schools have to call him 'teacher' when they see him.

That is, this battle is too important, and the time is too tight, so His Majesty Ranrose, the Throne of the Violent Hurricane, invited him out of the depths of the shattered time and space.

At this time, after fiddling with the command for a while, the old wizard stared at the huge witch array in front of him and once again activated the magic power, and there seemed to be a rapid incantation in his mouth, but if he listened closely, he could find that it was a low murmur.

"Soon, soon, forty-ninth time, it will definitely be done!"