Wigo Fortez, who was about to leave the camp and lead the warlocks to the front line to save the battle, suddenly returned when he walked to the edge of the command post camp.

"Did something happen, Master?"

When Foltest saw Wigo Fortez again at the command post, his heart skipped a beat with the smile of interest on his face.

This warlock won't see the situation and be ready to take the heads of two kings to the enemy, right?

In the face of King Temeria's tentative tone, Wigo Fortez didn't care much.

Because he really met something more worthy of attention and more interesting!

"Your Majesty."

The youngest archmage in history smiled and called out the honorific title in a proper manner, so as to relieve the two kings of their boring guards. And then on.

"I think I know what's going on with the other party now."

Immediately, Vigo Fortez tells Foltest and Wizmere about the dense telepathic links that lie beneath the sky.

There is also a variety of information and intelligence that is constantly being transmitted through this linked network.

The two kings were stunned at first, because they had never thought that the basic abilities of warlocks could be used in this way on the battlefield, and they didn't even have the concept of 'massively investing warlocks in battle'.

The status of the warlocks of the north was so high that even a hundred years ago they appeared as wise men who could guide the king's governance.

Therefore, even if it is a scumbag who has dropped out of the magic academy halfway, the most unkind way for them to be used by the Northern Kingdom is only to train them to become high-level spies and high-level guards in the intelligence agency.

It never occurred to me to mix these people with the big soldiers.

But with Wigo Fortez's succinct and to-the-point exposition, the two kings quickly understood the anomalies of the system.

Of the two of them, one had outstanding military talent and was young and energetic. The other has a lot of battlefield experience because of his long life.

After all, even if you have mediocre talents, you will have extraordinary abilities after training in the position of king for a long time.

What's more, the two of them were still on the battlefield just now, and they were violently beaten by Menno Kuhoun, who had mastered this epoch-making system.

The person who was beaten knew too well how heavy the 'fist' was.

"He's a genius commander indeed!"

Foltest excitedly paced from side to side, muttering to himself.

"But this genius doesn't refer to his command ability, but to the formation of this magical communication system! I understand! That's the best use of a Warlock's abilities! Telepathy that even the most crappy warlock can master! Who would have thought of this before? ”

"That's true, and I was really impressed when I found out about it."

Wigo Fortez said sincerely

It was as if he wasn't the one who had crept into their network to observe the Nyfgaard Warlock when he first rolled out, relying on his extraordinary magical prowess.

To Wigo Fortez, these southern warlocks were so lame that they didn't even perceive his presence.

Observing them is like observing the reflection of the stars on a calm lake.

"Good, at least we know why the level of command on the other side seems so outrageous."

The old King Wizmir perked up at the news, pulled his scattered gray hair back into his crown, and turned his head to look at Wigo Fortez.

"So the master should have thought of a countermeasure when he ran back so excitedly? Big magic? Or what ritual? How do we need to cooperate? ”

As soon as these words came out, Foltest also looked at Vigo Fortez with excitement and anticipation.

In their hearts, the archmage who had seen through Nilfgaard's arrangement and rushed back should be confident.

However, the youngest archmage in history, responded to them with . Stunned and puzzled.

"No, I mean, isn't there already someone in the army who is already on the move?"

All three of them put away their smiles at this time and looked at each other.

"Wait. Now what's going on? ”

Foltest was the first to ask.

"I thought it was your secret weapon in the army." Vigo Fortez, who has always been strategic, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth at this time.

"We only knew about the existence of this communication system from your mouth, and you told us that we had a secret weapon?"

King Wizmir spread his hands and his eyes widened.

"But in addition to magic, it's no problem to kill the warlock as a node directly, I thought your secret weapon was to do such a big thing by mistake."

"That's it!" Foltest slapped the table, his eyes wide to stop the scattered conversation between the two parties. "The most important thing at the moment is how to win this war! Master, just say what's going on! ”

"Is there a 'thing'?" Wigo Fortez looked at the clock in the tent and checked the time.

"That 'thing' unplugged eight nodes of the Nilfgaard in nearly thirty minutes, that is, killed eight warlocks on eight positions. And so on."

As he spoke, Wigo Fortez's eyes looked again toward the distant sky, the focus of his gaze penetrating the tarpaulin of the tent. Then turn back.

"It's forty minutes, and that 'thing' has slaughtered ten warlocks."

Silent.

Because the content is so beyond imagination that I don't know what to say in silence.

"Or not." Foltest looked tentatively at Wizmir and Wigo Fortez, "Let's go with the plan first. No change? ”

The other two looked at each other and nodded wordlessly.

——

Rann ran through the wilderness and the hills, never stopping, never stumbling.

He was like a wind of death that swept through the Nilfgaard position.

A single force capable of charging a heavy cavalry regiment head-on is as undisturbed as a stroll when it penetrates into a position made up of ordinary soldiers.

Their formation was too scattered for Lanen, and the power of the group could not be exerted without a focus in the face of individual force.

And if they are gathered, then the killing effect and killing scene caused by the [Turbidity Current] Great Sword in an instant will put great psychological pressure on the soldiers' spirits.

Stopping it or not, the organization of the Nilfgaard army is slowly crumbling.

Lane burst through the breach, and the 'embers' who followed him rushed into the breach, expanding the enemy's damage and bringing down the entire position.

The emotions of enemies and comrades-in-arms stirred in Lan's perception.

His keen sense of emotion made him feel as if he was sitting on the clouds, looking down on the battlefield of the land.

The emotions are most intense in the midst of war.

Aggression and resistance, slaughter and indomitability. All kinds of emotions were felt by Lan En.

Those who lived peacefully in their hometowns became invaders because of this war, and those who lived peacefully in their hometowns became resistors because of this war.

That's enough.

I can, and I will! End this war!

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