Lord Highlander

The magic item showroom itself has a set of defensive circles.

If it wasn't for the magic circle arranged in the showroom, the magic tower would have collapsed when the elemental storm exploded.

Now Archmage Morrison can only arrange for people to guard here, to prevent someone from rushing in rashly, causing a larger collapse of the spatial rift.

Then Suldak followed Archmage Morrison to the central control room on the top floor of the magic tower.

An old magician was lying beside the magic circle, his chest was pierced with three holes by a sharp blade, the blood on the magic robe had dried up, and his face was distorted and shriveled after death.

The magic tower opened its defensive cover, which was obviously opened by the old magician before his death.

He was badly wounded and crawled all the way to the central control room, his blood was all over the carpet.

He was leaning against the wall with a magic notebook in his hand.

The magic engraving pen was thrown aside, and some magic ink remained on it.

Archmage Morrison walked over and picked up the magic note. He looked at the signature on the magic note and said to everyone: "This magician who deserves the respect of all of us is Xue Valli, the president of the Magic Union. Ah."

Then he stood up straight and began to read a line of text left by the president Chevalier in the magic notes:

"I hope someone can find this magic notebook before the demons invade. This is the magic guild in Mukuso City. The guild was attacked by black magicians and shadow demons. None of the magicians in the guild were spared and all died. Due to the assassination of the Shadow Fiend, I lured the last three magicians and the Shadow Fiend to the magic showroom, and at the same time destroyed all the magic items in the showroom, creating an elemental storm and successfully killing those demons."

"I'm sorry, I know this will cause you some unnecessary troubles. After the elemental storm is over, there will likely be a large number of space rifts. I hope you can repair the seals properly. The Grimm Empire will write on the night of March 14, 2588."

All the magicians surrounded Chevalier magician.

Hats off, salute!

After three minutes of silence, everyone raised their heads.

Archmage Morrison put down the magic note in his hand, and said to Archmage Harper:

"I didn't expect the black mages to attack the magic guild in Mukuso City. It seems that they have been planning for a long time, and this time they actually summoned a shadow demon."

Master Harper said with some seriousness: "If they hadn't successfully stopped the Shadow Demon, maybe Mukuso would have fallen into the hands of the Hell Demons."

"What about the demon head in the showroom?"

Suldak thought of the Shadow Demon who hadn't died completely, and asked Archmage Morrison.

To be honest, his hands are a little itchy when he sees something that can be a sacrifice.

He can conclude that the demon's head is very precious, and it might be a high-level sacrifice.

He doesn't have much of this kind of inventory.

Archmage Morrison said with a wry smile: "As you can see, the room is full of space cracks, no one can go in and take it out..."

The magician assistant next to Archmage Morrison suggested at this time: "Why don't you throw a fireball into it and burn it to ashes?"

Master Harper shook his head and said: "The space in the room has collapsed, we can't predict what will happen there if there is another elemental fluctuation, since we can't take him out, why don't we let the Shadow Demon Put your head there."

Master Morrison and Master Harper took the lead, and a group of magicians carried the corpses in the magic tower to the ice storage in the basement.

They put the magicians into some coffins according to the information of the magician badges on them.

Prepare for the funeral after the war is over.

...

I thought that there would be some kind of powerful demon hiding in the magic tower, but the magicians of the magic union actually died with the demon.

After the matter here was over, Suldak had time to run to the central square. What he was most concerned about was when the teleportation gate in the central square would be repaired.

This is related to how long it will take for the reinforcements from Ruyt City to reach Mukuso City.

In the morning, the bricklayers on the square had already started to work in full swing. They were working together to clean up the gravel and earthwork on the base of the portal. The construction waste had to be cleaned up.

While designing new blueprints for the magic portal, the magician Avid directed the staff to remove the original portal.

Five magic scholars are preparing to re-carve the basic magic pattern on the stone base. The amount of work is also huge. The original magic pattern on the stone base has been blurred. Even if it is repaired, it will become a safety hazard...

Seeing that there was nothing to intervene here, Suerdak returned to Mukuso's city hall.

...

A large marching tent has been set up in the inner courtyard of the city hall, and many wounded soldiers are lying in the courtyard of the city hall.

Janna Mermaid Sia has already carried out basic treatment here. She uses hydrotherapy to clean and initially heal the wounds of the injured soldiers. The slightly injured warriors are healed with hydrotherapy, and then they can leave with a hemostatic bandage again.

Last night's city defense battle, the number of casualties reached 6,000, and there were at least 1,000 seriously injured soldiers lying in the yard.

Seeing Suldak walk in, Xi Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Joining her in the treatment was a water magician from the Magic Union. At this time, she was sitting at the door of the tent with a sickly pale face, which seemed to be a side effect of the overdraft of magic power.

"thanks for your help……"

When Suldak walked to the door of the tent, he said to the female magician.

The female magician looked at Suldak with a curious look, and then said very politely: "It is my honor, Commander Suldak!"

Not daring to waste time, Suldak quickly walked into the tent and set up the sacrificial ceremony.

"Sia, you and this lady magician come first..." Suldak shouted from the tent.

Xi Ya promised, and pulled the female magician into the tent.

The water magician pointed to her nose in surprise, and asked Xi Ya in a low voice, "Why is there me, and I'm not injured..."

"Our boss can also bless us with holy light, and the effect is not bad!" Xi Ya replied simply.

Suldak took the head of a hellhound and blessed Siya and the female magician with the "Blessed Body of God", and then began to treat the wounded soldiers.

The soldiers of the Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment are used to receiving Suldak's treatment. Everyone is used to being treated by Commander Suldak himself when they are injured. Haven't experienced it in years.

The priests and combat priests in those temples used to do this specifically, and then they all disappeared suddenly.

Getting healed for an injury becomes an incomparably extravagant thing, after all, there are so few water magicians...

A mass of holy light appeared in the palm of Suldak's palm, and the torn wound bitten by the crypt man healed quickly, and the traces of the dark energy on the wound that had eroded into the flesh and blood also quickly healed in the holy light. dissipate.

Siya held a needle and thread and stood beside Surdak, and she was responsible for stitching up the wounds of the wounded.

The weaver of the Naga Sea tribe seems to be a tailor by nature. She sewed the wounds of the wounded soldiers neatly. A few female civil servants were temporarily transferred from the city hall, and they also began to learn to bandage the wounds. Settle the wounded.

Soon, the fact that the city hall could treat the wounded spread among the city defense brigade and the guard battalion, which immediately boosted the morale of the city defense guards.

Suldak was busy all day long in the tent of the military camp. Even for lunch, someone brought a plate to his mouth...

...

The great swordsman Quintus and the two-headed ogre Gullitum were leaning against the walls, eating the lunch they had just brought from the city.

In addition to porridge, there are some roasted chickens in the wooden barrel, which is the ogre's favorite. His appetite is a bit large, and there are two large wooden barrels beside him. Swallowing food.

The two have been fighting since last night, and only took time to eat a meal.

The ogre looked at the two-headed hellhounds under the city, and asked the great swordsman Quintus, "Captain Quintas, what do you think of the taste of those two-headed hellhounds?"

"It shouldn't be too delicious. Look at the smell on the battlefield. It gives me a headache..." Quintas the Great Swordsman said bluntly, "Why, do you want to taste it?"

"Uh, forget it..."

Gullitum gave up this idea in an instant.

The good brother Naohuaer was still holding half a chicken in his hand, and suddenly opened his mouth and laughed loudly, which shocked Gulitum.

Naohuaer pointed at Gulitum's neck and said excitedly: "Hey, brother, we have grown new magic lines... Let's see if it belongs to my ability or your ability this time! "

Gulitum also shouted excitedly: "Ah, it seems that this battle is really worth fighting..."

...

More and more crypt men gathered under the city wall. These crypt men kept climbing up from the bottom of the city. The long swords in the hands of the heavy armored infantry soldiers were blunted, and they didn't even have time to sharpen them.

In addition to the cavemen, there are more and more hellhounds rushing up the city wall.

There are also many double-headed hellhounds releasing magic under the city wall, and one after another fireballs, wind blades and ice arrows fly up, causing heavy casualties to the heavy armored infantry soldiers.

Although Samira and the archers tried their best to kill these two-headed hellhounds, their number was increasing.

A soldier of the city defense army threw a few terribly dead crypt men out of the city, retreated to the side of the city wall with some exhaustion, took a sip of water, and said with a distressed face: "When will this battle of defending the city end? ah!"

The hoplite soldier wearing a heavy helmet lifted his mask, revealing the young face inside.

He waved the long sword in his hand vigorously on the top of the city, and said to the guards of the city: "It won't take long, if we persist for a few days, our reinforcements will come!"

The spear warrior who had always been hiding behind him pointed his head to remind his combat partners: "Hey, pay attention, they are climbing up again!"