Alexandra II's face was ugly, as Prince Fat Pig said, it was not the magicians of the Combine Army, the magicians of the Combine Army were all configured as a special combat group, and the responsibility was to focus on harassment and sniping to protect themselves, and they would not go deep into the center of the battlefield like this.

"yes, that's the enemy's magician!"

The Fat Pig Prince did not know why Alexandra II gritted his teeth so much, and he continued to observe with some doubts, only to see that the flames formed long snakes were scurrying around in our army, and many soldiers would fall in pain everywhere they went, not only being burned to death by the flames, but even the serpents that approached the fire would be roasted by the extremely high temperature.

Whether it is a soldier in simple armor or a cavalryman in heavy armor, the armor on his body can defend against swords in time and cannot resist the invasion of temperature, no...... In the face of such high temperatures, soldiers in light armor have an advantage, and the heavy armor that absorbs the heat will become a soldering iron that wraps the whole body, and the people inside will experience a living hell on earth before they die.

Even in the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, he can wreak havoc on the battlefield with his own strength, which is not something that ordinary magicians can do, judging from the lethality shown by the fire dragon and the thunder and lightning before, it is at least the magic above the eighth order.

A certain level of understanding of magic was the reason why Alexandra II's face was ugly.

"Where the hell did the Holy See find a magician of this level?"

The magic of the eighth rank does not sound like a high demand, but in fact, although the magicians who can reach this level are not rare, they are extremely rare. The magical system is like a pyramid, the higher it is, the more difficult it is to reach, as if countless geniuses have been born in these centuries, but only Geoffrey Liblom and Ebon Zarathustra have snooped on the top.

A magician who can use the magic of the eighth rank can at least obtain the position of chief magician of the palace in a small and medium-sized country, and even the Star Clock Tower, which Liaya is proud of, is reluctant to let such a person go to war, and probably only a crazy and abnormal organization like the Salvation Army would use such a person as a soldier.

Alexandra II shook her head, there is no point in dwelling on these things now, what is needed now is to find a way to kill the enemy magician, if you can't do it, you can also retreat and obstruct it, in short, you must avoid further aggravation of your own victimization.

"Can the mage troops move?"

Behind him, the commander of Leaya's magical forces stepped forward and bowed to Alexandra II. He was the lieutenant who temporarily took over Liaya's position as commander after Liaya's injury, i.e., the commander's deputy

"If you want to fight, it's fine, but there is no guarantee of losses and results. ”

The commander's agent did not say it explicitly, in fact, it was saying that even if the magic troops paid casualties, it would be difficult to defeat the opposing magician.

Alexandra II nodded, and the commander's answer was largely expected.

"Can't two thousand people deal with one?"

Prince Fat Pig was really shocked, it's not that he didn't believe in the commander's deputy, but he couldn't imagine that scene, this is the cognitive difference caused by the sparse knowledge of magic, Alexandra II was able to make a reasoned judgment on the basis of understanding, and Prince Fat Pig could only imagine it by substituting it into the battle he was familiar with.

The commander took Prince Pig's words as suspicious, so his attitude was cold, and he nodded in agreement with Prince Pig's words, but did not explain further, on the one hand, because now was not the occasion to sit down and explain, and on the other hand, he felt that it was useless to explain to laymen.

Alexandra II patted Prince Fat Pig on the shoulder and motioned for him to step back first.

"So, what about harassing them on the premise of keeping the job going?"

It seems to be a requirement, but in fact it is simpler than before, because the focus is still on 'keeping the original job'.

Deputy Commander nodded.

"That's fine. ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this answer.

"Well, please—"

"There's no need for that. ”

A voice that should not have been heard here interrupted Alexandra II's next words.

"The mage troops continue to complete the original mission, and the enemy mages will be annihilated by me. ”

Dressed in a nightdress, Liaya walked out with a thin blanket, and from her loose hair, her nightdress that she hadn't had time to change, and her bunny-shaped cotton slippers, it was clear that Liaya had arrived immediately after waking up.

"Speaker?!"

The Commander's agent was the first to react and wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Liaya.

"Is that okay?"

The commander-in-chief of the Coalition was Alexandra II, so Liaya asked Alexandra II for his opinion, but the tone was full of imperatives.

"Of course I am very much in favor of it, and having you in the war is good news for our army. ”

Alexandra II said and glanced at Liaya's gauze-covered hands.

"Your injuries ......, though. ”

While expressing concern, it is also a statement to Liaya, "If you are hindered by an injury, it is better to take care of your injury." It's okay to understand this as impersonal, but this is a battlefield, and you need to be responsible not only for yourself, but also for your compatriots who are fighting together, and Alexandra II is only doing her duty.

"Hmph. ”

Liaya raised her hands, although it was a little difficult, it did not affect her movements, but the fingers were not able to drive flexibly.

"As you can see, it doesn't affect the battle. ”

After a brief silence, Alexandra II nodded.

"Well, I wish you good luck. ”

On the battlefield, a companion who is disciplined and mindful of his duty is more pleasant than meaningless sympathy, and Liaya, long past the age of pursuing romance and sensuality, grinned slightly, revealing a smiling expression.

"What else do you need to say?"

She gently grabbed the thin blanket on her shoulder, and the flames grew from under her fingertips, and in an instant, the thin blanket completely transformed into a cloak of flames, and the scorching light of the fire made everyone around her hide their faces, and when they opened their eyes again, what they saw was Liaya's soaring figure turning in the air and falling into battle.

The flames that fell into the battlefield devoured the fiery serpents that raged on the battlefield, leaving only a hot jet of wind to spread out in all directions.

Prince Fat Pig looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on Alexandra II, and he wanted to say that he really deserved to be an overlord, and if he were replaced, I am afraid that he would first remind Liaya to change into clothes suitable for battle. Sure enough, this superficial idea is too rash on the battlefield against time, right?