My Empire

"Ice Cone Technique!" Facing the flames, an old magician stretched out his arm and chanted the ice magic, causing huge ice cones next to each other to rush towards the beating flames.

Then, these cones of ice melted and evaporated in the flames, but they also reduced the tumbling flames.

However, the flame that only dropped some height, climbed back to the height just after a second, and even moved higher, beating more violently.

Just guarding this line of defense against the fire, the old magician was already a little tired. He glanced at the puppet soldiers who kept flapping their tools against the flames, and shook his head helplessly.

The terrible fire in front of me has spread thousands of kilometers and burned for more than ten days without any tendency to go out.

The devastating fire ignited by Ailan Hill, because of the slow response of the puppet empire, has evolved into a total disaster.

More than 100 villages and small towns were swallowed by fire, countless jungles were completely destroyed, and the entire puppet empire was full of smoke and flames, and many fire fields were even connected together to form a larger sea of ​​fire.

The fires continued to spread, destroying roads and blocking traffic. What's more frightening was that these fires also hoarded the puppet empire near the roads, and the supply stations next to the woodland were also lit.

These supply stations stock up on the last few remaining supplies of the puppet empire, including the magic spar that was transported in advance, as well as food, ammunition, clothing, and thousands of puppet supplementary accessories.

Without these things, the Puppet Empire would have no way to continue fighting. Without production capacity and supplementary capabilities, the only remaining troops in this country are those improvised and improvised troops on the front lines.

"I'm afraid I can't hold it here...have all the materials moved away?" The old mage gasped, looked at the fiercer fire, shook his head and asked a senior puppet behind him.

The more advanced puppet immediately spoke and replied with its unique accent: "Your Excellency, the Great Mage...We have already transported all the supplies. The rest can no longer be taken."

Looking at the large-scale supply station that seemed to have been built for a long time and carefully disguised behind him, the old magician sighed and turned and left the fire scene.

After he flew away, most of the remaining puppet soldiers also began to retreat. They abandoned this land, leaving only some puppets that could not leave, and were responsible for covering other puppets to move quickly.

Soon, these few remaining puppets were swallowed by the flames coming up. They were still working meticulously in the flames, trying to extinguish the flames in front of them and fulfill the instructions they had received.

However, the flames on them quickly burned their arms, paralyzing their bodies, and finally the bodies of these puppets disappeared in the hot flames.

The place in front of him is just one of the many places that the Puppet Empire has given up in the past ten days.

Ailan Hill has destroyed so many transportation hubs and forests of the Puppet Empire these days, so that many magicians of the Puppet Empire have become numb to everything they see.

Not far from the place where the old magician was fighting the fire, the city of a paralyzed centipede was empty.

The huge body was covered with scars from the explosion. The city was completely destroyed by Tomahawk cruise missiles and ordinary bombs that followed.

Many of the hard and slender centipede legs on both sides of the original Centipede City have been broken, and the remaining long legs, which are intact, now seem to have lost their souls, hanging motionlessly beside the collapsed building.

The people here are lucky, because the bombers that attacked here did not carry nuclear bombs, so the damage here seemed to be severely damaged, but in fact there was no real destruction and not too many people were lost...

Just seeing that they were about to be surrounded and swallowed by the fire, the talents here gave up their homes and embarked on a long escape route.

Farther places were not so lucky. A larger centipede city was hit by a nuclear weapon in the middle of the body, and the damage reached at least 70%. Except for some civilians at the head and tail ends, most of the other civilians died from the powerful explosion of the nuclear warhead.

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"Ghost fog forest...actually no longer exists. The situation is almost the same, as are the Dark Whisper Forest, the Python Forest, and the Vonak Forest..." Centipede City Burklan, the tallest centipede in the city with a huge magic on the head On the tower, an officer of the puppet empire opened his mouth to report the statistics of the last few days.

The Ghost Mist Forest is exactly the same as he said, basically all of it has been destroyed by forest fires. Some of the remaining forests are not optimistic. The remaining trees are less than 30%.

The senior officials of the Puppet Empire now have to face a problem that makes them extremely depressed, that is, their wood supply has really been cut off.

In the same way, it was not only the timber of the puppet empire that was cut off, but also countless roads, countless people, and countless puppet soldiers.

"We have lost so much wood...Is the production of puppets seriously affected?" The Grand Magister of Travis sat in his seat and asked.

The officer subconsciously turned a page of the report and realized that he had turned it wrong again, so he turned back to the previous page and continued: "Yesterday, we only produced 3,000 puppet soldiers."

In a huge puppet empire, only so few puppets were produced in one day, which made the face of the Grand Magister of Travis even harder to look.

What made him more panicked was the next report. I only heard that the officer continued to report: "Including the mine destroyed before, our losses have almost lost our ability to produce puppets."

"Facts have proved that we had previously let Burklan go south to avoid possible enemy attacks. It seemed wise." An old magician sitting next to the Travis Grand Mage said very gratefully.

Burklan had been active in the northern part of the puppet empire before. After Ailan Hill's assault force arrived near the Mullen River, Burklan diverted to the southeast in order to avoid being attacked, which avoided the bombing.

"What's the blessing to keep Burklan...We are now under a nuclear bomb! We have lost dozens of mines..." Sitting on the other side, the same wrinkled old magician said, dragging a long tone.

"Also, at least 4 cities were attacked by nuclear bombs, and 6 other cities were paralyzed on the road." He said, looking at Travis with an embarrassed expression.

As the Great Magister of the Puppet Empire, his strength is comparable to that of Travis, and his position has always been detached. This time he participated in such a meeting because the situation had deteriorated and he had to come forward.

With these two equally powerful Great Mages sitting here, the other wizards finally had some voices against Travis.

"We have lost most of the supply stations in the Northeast, and most of the materials stocked in these supply stations..." A magician continued: "Since two days ago, we have almost no material replenishment capabilities."

"Now, the question we need to consider is, first, how do we deal with more and more refugees, how to deal with the predicament in front of us." The old magician sitting next to the Travis Grand Magister nodded. Concluded.

"Second!" He stretched out his second finger and continued to ask: "Are we going to do something to avenge Ailan Hill, in order to demonstrate our strength and let Allan Hill have something to do? Don't use nuclear bombs to attack us again..."

"Third, we need to think... whether we should continue to fight, and what to use to persist in this war with no chance of winning!"

"What do you mean... you want to hand me over as a war criminal and leave it to Ailan Hill?" Travis glanced at the old magician sitting next to him, questioning dissatisfiedly.

The old magician snorted coldly, and didn't save any face to Travis: "This is all the mess you made. If you don't take into account the face of the puppet empire, you can't be handed over..."

The old man sitting on the other side of Travis immediately opened his mouth and said roundly: "Okay! Don't say any more angry words... Now what we have to consider is how to end the war with Ailan Hill as soon as possible."

"Or... at least, there is no way for Ailan Hill to attack our puppet empire like this..." Finally, the old man summed up a few more words: "Everyone, if there is any good way, you can talk about it!"

There was a lot of discussion, but no one was willing to stand up and give his own opinion. By now, everyone has begun to protect themselves wisely. At this time, if you stand up and offer advice, what is it if you are not a fool?

So the silence continued like this, until Travis took the scene-the great magister felt that he had been betrayed by his subordinates, and he felt that these people no longer insisted on their vows.

So he roared, hysterical full of resentment: "You think we must lose now! You are all thinking-let that Travis die! You have already planned to hand me over! It's just that! You are still afraid of my strength, so you dare not do this!"

He said that he broke the minds of many people, so many people in the meeting lowered their heads and concealed their panic eyes.

Just as Travis was roaring, Strider, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Ailan Hill, was sitting in front of Faley, the elven liaison envoy, bragging about a "Plan for Vegetation Renewal in the Northeast of the Puppet District"...

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