Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 639 641. Advancement

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

 “What happened, Master?”

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

Is this warlock realizing that the situation is bad and preparing to surrender to the enemy with the heads of the two kings?

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

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

 “Two Your Majesties.”

The youngest archmage in history first smiled and called out his honorific in a polite manner, thus dispelling the bored wariness 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 sorcerers in the north had such a high status that a hundred years ago they even appeared as wise men who could guide the king in his administration.

So even for 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 soldiers.

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

 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 have extraordinary abilities after long experience in the position of king.

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

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

 “He is indeed a genius commander!”

Foltest paced around 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.”

Wilgefortz said sincerely

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

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

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

 “Great, 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? Large-scale magic? Or some kind of ritual? How do we cooperate?"

As soon as he said this, Foltest also looked at Wige Fortes with excitement and expectation.

In their minds, they had seen through Nilfgaard's arrangement and the Archmage who 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 who have already started to take action?" At this time, the three people stopped smiling and looked at each other.

 “Wait a minute. 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 a strategist, could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth at this time.

“We only knew about the existence of this communication system from you, and you told us we have a secret weapon?”

  King Vizmir spread his hands and widened his eyes.

“But apart from magic, there is no problem in cracking this system by directly killing 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 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 is so beyond imagination that I don’t know what to say.

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

 The other two looked at each other and nodded silently.

—

 Lan ran across the wilderness and hills, never stopping or failing.

 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 is too scattered for Lan En, and the power of the group cannot 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 spirit of the soldiers.

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 area, and then collapse the entire position.

 The emotions of the enemy and his comrades were stirring 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.

 Emotions in war are at their most intense.

 Invasion and resistance, massacre and unyielding. 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 resisters because of this war.

 This is enough.

 I can, and I will! End this war!

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 (End of this chapter)