Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 639 641. Advancement

Wigfortz, who was about to leave the camp and lead the warlocks to the front line to save the war, suddenly returned when he reached the edge of the command post camp.

"What happened, Master?"

When Foltest saw Wilgefortz again in the command post, he was so frightened by the interesting smile on his face that his heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this warlock ready to surrender to the enemy with the heads of the two kings, seeing that the situation is bad?

Faced with the probing tone of the Temerian King, Vilgefortz didn't care much.

Because he actually encountered something more worthy of attention and more interesting!

"Your Majesty."

The youngest archmage in history first smiled and called out his honorific in a polite manner, thus dispelling the boring vigilance of the two kings. Then continue.

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

Immediately, Vilgefortz told Foltest and Vizmir about the dense telepathic links under the sky.

There are also all kinds of information and intelligence that are constantly transmitted in this linked network.

The two kings were in a daze at first, because they had never thought that the basic abilities of warlocks could be used in this way on the battlefield, and they did not even have the concept of "investing warlocks on a large scale in battle".

The status of the sorcerers in the north was so high that a hundred years ago they even appeared as wise men who could guide the king in his administration.

Therefore, even if they are wild mages and scumbags who dropped out of the magic academy, the most unkind way the Northern Kingdom uses them is to train them into high-level spies and high-level guards in the intelligence agency.

I never thought of using these people together with the big-headed soldiers.

However, with Vilgefortz's concise and to-the-point explanation, the two kings quickly understood the extraordinary nature of this system.

Of the two of them, one has outstanding military talents and is young and energetic. One has rich battlefield experience due to his long life.

After all, even if you have mediocre talents, you will develop extraordinary abilities after long experience in the position of king.

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

The person who was beaten knew very well how heavy this ‘fist’ was.

"He is indeed a genius commander!"

Foltest paced excitedly, talking to himself.

"But genius does not refer to his command ability, but to the establishment of this magical communication system! I understand! This is the best use of the warlock's ability! Telepathy that even the worst warlock can master! Before Who could have thought of this?"

"It is indeed true. I was sincerely impressed when I discovered this just now."

Vilgefortz said sincerely

It was as if he was not the one who used his extraordinary magical attainments to quietly enter their network to observe when the Nilfgaardian warlocks first spread out.

To Vilgefortz, these southern warlocks are so bad that they don't even sense his existence.

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

"Good, at least we know why the opponent's command level seems so outrageous."

The old King Vizmir braced himself for this news, put his scattered gray hair back into the crown, and turned to look at Wigefortz.

"Then the master ran back so excitedly. He must have thought of a countermeasure? A large-scale magic? Or some kind of ritual? How do we cooperate?"

As soon as he said this, Foltest looked at Wigfortz with excitement and expectation.

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

However, the youngest archmage in history gave them a look of shock and confusion.

"No, I mean, aren't there people in the army already taking action?"

The three people all stopped smiling at this time and looked at each other.

"Wait. What's going on now?"

Foltest asked first.

"I thought this was the secret weapon you hid in the army." Wigfortz, who had always shown himself to be strategizing, could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth at this time.

"We only learned about the existence of this communication system from your mouth. You told us that we have a secret weapon?"

King Vizmir spread his hands and widened his eyes.

"But in addition to using magic to crack this system, it's no problem to directly kill the warlock who is the node. I thought your secret weapon was an accident to accomplish such a big thing."

"Okay!" Foltest slapped the table and stopped the casual conversation between the two parties with his eyes widened. "The most important thing right now is how to win this war! Master, just tell me what's going on!"

"So there is a 'thing'?" Vilgefortz looked at the clock in the camp and confirmed the time.

"That 'thing' pulled out eight nodes of the Nilfgaardians in nearly thirty minutes, which means they killed eight warlocks on eight positions. Wait."

As he spoke, Vilgefortz's eyes looked towards the distant sky again, the focus of his sight penetrating the tent's tarpaulin. Then turned back.

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

silence.

Because the content was so beyond imagination that I felt silent as I didn’t know what to say.

"How about." Foltest tentatively looked at Vizmir and Wigfortz, "How about we stick to the previous plan?"

The other two looked at each other and nodded silently.

——

Lan En ran across the wilderness and hills, never stopping or missing a beat.

He was like a wind of death blowing through the Nilfgaardian positions.

A one-man force that can withstand the charge of a heavy cavalry regiment in the front is as smooth as taking a stroll when entering a position composed of ordinary soldiers.

Their formation was too scattered for Lan En, and the power of the group could not be exerted without a focus when facing a single force.

And if they gather together, the killing effect and killing scene caused by the [Turbid Current] sword in an instant will put great psychological pressure on the soldiers' spirits.

Regardless of whether they are stopped or not, the organization of the Nilfgaardian army is slowly collapsing.

Lan En rushed out of the gap in the crowd, and the 'Embers' who followed him rushed in along the gap, using their cooperation to expand the enemy's damage surface, and then collapse the entire position.

The emotions of the enemy and his comrades surged in Lan En's perception.

His keen awareness of emotions made him feel as if he was sitting on a cloud, looking down at the land that had turned into a battlefield.

The emotions in war are the most intense.

Invasion and resistance, massacre and unyielding. All kinds of emotions were felt by Lan En.

People who lived peacefully in their hometowns became invaders because of this war, and people who lived peacefully in their hometowns became resisters because of this war.

This is enough.

I can and I will! End this war!

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