Originally, they were discouraged, from the nobles to the soldiers, and the withdrawal of troops and going home was not a private whining, but a public complaint.

Compared to the noble generals who can't grab treasures and can't catch slaves, the magicians of Genting City are much more determined, and the archmage Gasni doesn't blink an eye at the hundreds of casualties.

For the Great Magister, whose lifelong goal is to delve into the mysteries of magic, and who can do whatever it takes to do so, the Jungle is a unique laboratory, a rare test product for elves, and if he can achieve greater accomplishments than his colleagues in Genting City, all the sacrifices are worth it.

For this reason, it would also be cost-effective for him to support Prince Lingus, the de facto ruler of Herode, in order to obtain an army that does the dirty work.

Destroying the Tree of Life of the Flower Forest Tribe and opening a breakthrough in the dense forest that has never been set foot on is also the first step in the Prince's plan to conquer, and holding the entire dense forest in his hands is exactly what he is looking forward to.

The king's to the king, the mage's to the mage, both sides want to transform the backward and conservative jungle into the territory of the kingdom, in the process each takes what it needs, each gets what it wants, and a world where only the elves are injured is born.

However, before the first step of this grand plan could be completed, the evil demon clan could not wait to jump out, interrupting the process with shameless sneak attacks and incitement, making the huge kingdom furious.

I don't know if it was because of the psychological trauma left by the previous provocation of the demons on the border, or if he was really busy with the complex politics of the post-king period and couldn't be separated, His Royal Highness did not plan to drive the expedition himself this time, but entrusted the power of the conquest to the Grand Magus.

But in any case, this land was going to be decided, so despite the huge cost of sunk, the Herodians had no intention of stopping.

Moreover, the recent offensive operations have indeed been getting smoother and smoother, and the new tactics developed by the Archmage have been effective, more effective and more economical than the previous large, but excessively long-spaced wind and sand magic.

The general offensive began from all sides and lasted for several days.

The Herodian soldiers scattered in groups to cover the mage's advance through the forest terrain full of sand and dead grass and dead trees, they had gained some combat experience and no longer trembled under the threat of ranged weapons as before.

Crossing the trenches where I don't know how many corpses had been dropped, everyone felt their souls tremble, and a dozen huge piles of corpses were exposed in the wilderness, which were covered with all kinds of insects, wild birds, and countless thick vines, constantly drawing nutrients from them, and it was chilling to look at them.

It's the work of the orcs and an ancient tradition of their homeland, but it's even more eerie here, as the hunter hides behind it, ready to launch a deadly assassination at any moment.

Collecting the corpses proved to be a difficult task, and efforts to burn them failed miserably due to the interference of plants, and the corpses of the Herodian soldiers were rotting in broad daylight, and everyone was powerless to look at these horrific signposts.

Soon, this tentative attack caught the attention of the defenders of the jungle, and the well-dressed elves poured out of the woods, armed with seemingly light but powerful bows and arrows, and fired at the Herodians from a distance.

The soldiers of Herode's army raised their shields and advanced slowly with arrows, and after chanting, the magician finally threw out all kinds of lethal magic, somewhat suppressing a little of the elves' long-range shots.

In the immediate aftermath of the spell release and before the new spell could be cast, the insidious orcs would take advantage of the gap and throw an explosive small weapon at the attacker from a vantage point, a murderous weapon that the orcs were not qualified to use.

Weapons with wooden handles tumbled and whirled in the air, falling on or around the Herodians, exploding in clusters of fireballs that rained down sharp shards.

The Herodians called it the "Wand of Fire" in awe, and avoided it because it was faster and more deadly than magic, unlike magic such as fire and ice, which could counteract defenses with restrained magic.

This time, not unexpectedly, the Herodian soldiers were once again blown up and howled, and they hid in trenches or behind corpses, or simply lay on the ground, and few of them turned around and fled.

This was not out of bravery, but the army had declared that those who fled would be executed, and the Overseers were eyeing the rear with weapons in hand.

Running around in the land of such elves is obviously not a good idea either, as long as you leave the barracks and fortresses, no one will be able to escape from the dense forest alive.

Under the angry shouts and whipping of the captains who led the team, the soldiers continued to move forward, continuing to put pressure on the defenders with their flesh and blood, and playing the pathetic role of consuming the opponent's vital weapons.

Based on the situation of the war, the Herodian army and the magicians deduced that the orcs did not have sufficient firearms, and as long as the demons did not intervene directly, it would be difficult for them to get a steady supply far from the territory.

This judgment is neither right nor correct, in fact, even if the road is clear, Vincent does not have such a large output, after all, important raw materials have to be sent from the Demon Snow Lake, and they have to be carefully produced, processed and transported.

In order to prevent the Herodians from being captured and studied, Vincent also had to attach the "Craftsman's Seal" to the weapon, which would ensure that the Herodians would be blown up when they were dismantled into weapons that would explode smoothly, but it also limited the production of weapons.

Especially recently, when the boss god Calaftes had a dispute with the god of war, Krieggs, and imposed certain restrictions on the use of Vincennes, the guardian should be used even more carefully.

The Herodians didn't know that the gods were actually creating opportunities for them, they only knew that they were constantly taking human lives to consume the opponent's weapons, and after the opponent was assembled, they would unleash crucial magic at the right distance.

Sure enough, in the face of an enemy that could not be broken and could not be driven away, the number of young elves and orcs in the jungle began to increase, and they came out of the woods where they were hiding, took up weapons and shot the Herodians at a closer distance, stopping their advance.

Then, the ground was covered with gravel and dust, and hundreds of ugly clay figurines rose from the ground, waving disproportionately large fists, forming an impenetrable wall of earth, and staggering towards the defenders of the dense forest.

Unsurprisingly, after a resolute and futile resistance, the defenders reluctantly retreated after dropping behind a few corpses, and the forest where they had been hiding was planted with the banner of Herod under the trampling of the clay puppets.

"Well done, my little Rukia, there are less than a hundred people on the other side, and you should be enough to use four hundred clay puppets against them."

In a safe place protected by the army, which would never be attacked by the enemy, the Grand Magister Gasni looked at the battlefield, put down the binoculars, and turned his gaze to the female magician beside him, and his pride was overflowing.

The female magician wore a robe that only a great magician could wear, and under the large pointed hat she had a gentle and lovely face, and her slender body revealed weakness and helplessness, as if she could not support the wide robe.

It was definitely an unavoidable luck to be able to become the confidant disciple of the Great Demon Master, but at this moment, there was still a touch of haggard and melancholy in her eyes, and she was not excited at all by the favorable situation on this battlefield, and seemed to have endured a lot of psychological pressure and pain.

"Still, four hundred is not enough, they can blow one up with a few 'fire rods,'" the archmage's eyes flashed with a cold light, pointing to the battlefield and ordering, "The decisive battle is coming, next time you will be ready to summon a thousand."

"Gods, my lord, a thousand!" The sorceress frowned, exclaimed in a low voice, and the hand that did not hold the staff subconsciously put it on her abdomen, "That's too dangerous......

"Danger? The danger is left to the rest of the people, you just need to maximize your magic in a safe place, and watch the clay puppets crush the enemy to pieces," Archmage Gasni didn't care about her disciple's pained expression, but instead rudely interrupted her, "I must get my hands on what I want, before that tree is completely dead!"

"But, my ......child," the sorceress struggled inwardly, and finally mustered up the courage to speak, "The burden of casting magic is too great, and I am afraid that it will ......."

"Oh, if you don't say it, I'm almost going to forget about it." Gasni turned away from her, and just said coldly, "Everyone is paying the price, and no one is exempt...... Don't worry, if you lose it, I'll give it to you." qδ.n

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Leaving the dejected sorceress behind, Gasni departed in high spirits to plan the next bigger attack.