The Magic Item Showroom itself has a defensive circle.

If it weren't for the magic circle in the showroom, I'm afraid this magic tower would have collapsed by the time the elemental storm exploded.

Now Archmage Morrison can only arrange personnel to stay here to prevent someone from recklessly breaking in and causing a larger collapse of the spatial rift.

Surdak then followed Archmage Morrison to the central control room on the top floor of the Magic Tower.

An old magician lay beside the circle, his chest stabbed three holes by a sharp blade, the blood on his magic robe had dried up, and his face was distorted and shriveled after death.

The magic tower opened the defensive shield, apparently opened by the old magician before he died.

He was badly wounded, and crawled all the way to the central control room, where the carpet was littered with blood he had left behind.

He leaned against the wall, a magic notebook in his hand.

The magic pen was tossed aside, and some magic ink remained on it.

Archmage Morrison walked over and picked up the magic note, he looked at the signature on the magic note, and said to everyone: "This magician who deserves the respect of all of us is the president of the Magic Guild, Shevalier. ”

He then straightened up and began to read aloud a line left by President Shevalier:

"I hope someone can find this magic note before the demons invade in full, this is the Magic Guild of Mukuso City, the union was attacked by the Dark Mage and the Shadow Demon, all the magicians in the Guild were spared, all died in the Shadow Demon assassination, and the last three mages and the Shadow Demon were lured to the magic showroom, and at the cost of destroying all the magic items in the showroom, they created an elemental storm and successfully killed those demons."

"I'm sorry, I know this will cause you some unnecessary trouble, there is likely to be a large number of spatial rifts after the elemental storm, I hope you will repair the seal properly. On the night of March 14, 2588, the Grimm Empire was killed. ”

All the magicians gathered around the mage of Xuevalier.

Take off your hat and salute!

After three minutes of silence, everyone looked up.

Archmage Morrison put down the magic notes in his hand and said to Archmage Harper:

"I didn't expect the dark mages to do something to the magicians in Mukuso City, it seems that they have been planning for a long time, and this time they actually summoned a shadow demon."

Archmage Harper said with some heaviness, "If they hadn't succeeded in stopping the Shadow Demons, perhaps Mukuso would have fallen into the hands of the Hell Demons. ”

"What to do with that demon head in the showroom?"

Surdak thought of the Shadow Demon who hadn't died completely, and asked Archmage Morrison.

To be honest, his hands were a little itchy now when he saw something that could be sacrificed.

He could conclude that the demon head was precious, and that it was a high-level sacrifice.

He doesn't have much of this kind of inventory.

Archmage Morrison said with a wry smile: "You can also see that the room is full of spatial cracks, and no one can go in and take it out......"

The magician assistant beside Archmage Morrison proposed at this time: "Why don't you throw a fireball into it and burn it to ashes?" ”

Mage Harper shook his head and said, "The space in the room has collapsed, we can't predict any more elemental fluctuations, what will happen there, since we can't take him out, we might as well put that Shadow Demon's head there for the time being." ”

Archmage Morrison and Archmage Harper take the lead, along with a group of magicians, carry the corpses from the Magic Tower to the freezer in the basement.

They packed the magicians into some coffins according to the information on the mage's badge on their body.

Prepare for a funeral after the war is over.

……

I thought that some kind of powerful demon would be hiding in the magic tower, but it turned out that the magicians of the magic union actually died with the demon.

After this side of the matter was over, Surdak had time to run to the central square, and he was most concerned about when the portal in the central square would be repaired.

It was a matter of how long it would take for reinforcements from Ruyt to arrive in Mukuso.

In the morning, the bricklayers in the square were already in full swing, working together to clear the rubble and earthwork on the base of the portal, and all the construction debris had to be removed.

While designing new blueprints for the magic portal, the Evid mage commanded the men to dismantle the original portal.

The five magicians are preparing to re-engrave the basic magic pattern on the stone base, which is also very large, and the magic pattern on the original stone base has been blurred, even if it is repaired, it will become a safety hazard......

Seeing that there was nothing to meddle in, Surdak returned to the town hall in Mukuso.

……

A large marching tent had been erected in the inner courtyard of the town hall, and many wounded soldiers were lying in the courtyard of the town hall.

Jana Mermaid Thea has already carried out basic treatment here, she has cleaned and initially healed the wounds of the injured warriors with hydrotherapy, and the lightly injured warriors have healed with hydrotherapy, rewrapped in hemostatic bandages and left.

In last night's battle to defend the city, the number of casualties in the city defense reached 6,000, and at least more than 1,000 seriously wounded soldiers lay in the courtyard.

Seeing Surdak walk in, Thea finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was joined by a water mage from the Magic Guild, who was sitting at the door of the tent with a sickly pale face, which seemed to be a side effect of the mana overdraft.

"Thank you for your help......"

Surdak said to the sorceress as he walked to the door of the tent.

The sorceress looked at Surdak with a curious gaze, and then said very politely, "It is my pleasure, Commander Surdak!" ”

Surdak did not dare to waste time, and walked quickly into the tent to arrange the sacrifice ceremony.

"Thea, you and this Miss Magician come first......" Surdak shouted from the tent.

Thea agreed, and pulled the sorceress into the tent.

The water magician pointed to her nose in surprise and asked Thea in a low voice, "Why is there still me, and I am not injured......"

"Our leader can also bless us with holy light, and the effect is not bad!" Thea replied simply.

Surdak spent the head of a hellhound and blessed Thea and the sorceress with the 'Divine Blessing Body' before he began to heal the wounded soldiers.

The soldiers of the Heavy Infantry Regiment were accustomed to receiving Surdak's treatment, and they were accustomed to being treated by Commander Surdak when they were wounded, but for the city defenders, this treatment had not been experienced for many years.

The priests and battle priests of the temples used to do just that, but then all of a sudden they were all gone.

Injuries and treatment have become an incomparably luxurious thing, after all, there are so few water magicians......

A ball of holy light appeared in Surdak's palm, and the laceration-like wound from the crypt man's bite was quickly healed, and a trace of the black demonic qi that had eroded into the flesh and blood on the wound also quickly dissipated in the holy light.

With needles and threads, Thea stood beside Surdak as she sutured the wounds of the wounded.

The weaver of the Naga Sea tribe seemed to be a tailor by nature, and she sewed the wounds of the wounded soldiers neatly, and several female civil servants were temporarily transferred from the city hall, and they also began to learn to bandage the wounds and accommodate the wounded.

Soon, the news that the city hall could treat the wounded spread within the city guard brigade and guard battalion, which immediately raised the morale of the city guards.

Surdak had been busy in the barracks tent all day, and even for lunch, someone brought a plate to his mouth......

……

The Great Swordsman of Quintas and the two-headed ogre Gulitham leaned against the battlements of the wall, eating lunch that had just been brought from the city.

In addition to cereal, there were also some roast chickens, which were the ogre's favorite, and he ate a bit of a large amount, and there were two large wooden barrels beside him, and Gulit and Brain Flower were gulping down their food at the same time.

The two have been fighting since last night, and they have only taken the time to eat a mouthful.

The ogre looked at the two-headed hellhounds under the city and asked the great swordsman of Quintas, "Captain Quintas, what do you say those two-headed hellhounds taste?" ”

"It shouldn't be too delicious, you see the smell on the battlefield, it makes me have a headache...... "Quintas Archswordsman said bluntly, "What, do you want to taste it?" ”

"Well, forget it......"

Gullitham gave up on the idea in an instant.

The good brother Brain Flower was still holding half a chicken in his hand, and suddenly opened his big mouth and laughed, startling Gullitham.

I saw Brain Flower pointing to Gullitham's neck and excitedly said, "Hey, brother, we have a new magic pattern again...... Let's see if it's mine or yours this time! ”

Gulit also shouted excitedly: "Ah, it seems that this battle is really worth ......"

……

There were more and more cavemen gathered under the city walls, and these cavemen kept climbing up from under the city, and the long swords in the hands of the soldiers of the heavy infantry regiment were dulled, and they didn't even have time to polish them.

In addition to the Cryptmen, there are more and more hellhounds storming the walls.

There were also many two-headed hellhounds unleashing their magic beneath the city walls, and fireballs, wind blades, and ice arrows flew up, inflicting heavy casualties on the hoplite soldiers.

Although Samira and her archers did their best to snipe the two-headed hellhounds, their numbers grew.

One of the city defenders threw a few dead crypt men out of the city, retreated to the inside of the city wall and drank a sip of water, and said with a bitter face: "When will this battle of defending the city end?" ”

A heavily armored infantry warrior in a heavy helmet lifted his mask, revealing the young face inside.

He waved the long sword in his hand vigorously at the head of the city, and said to the soldiers of the city defense guard: "It won't be long, hold on for a few more days, and our reinforcements will come!" ”

The spear warrior, who had always been hiding behind him, then probes reminded his combat partners: "Hey, be careful, they're climbing up again!" ”