My Empire

"Wow!" In the hall that was once magnificent but now lacks something no matter how you look at it, the Grand Magister Travis threw a sterling silver cup in his hand to the ground.

He used too much force, and the exquisite cup hit the marble floor, severely deformed, and the red wine inside was spilled all over the floor.

On the spotless marble floor that has been cleaned, the red wine spreads and flows along the gaps where the marbles are spliced ​​together.

Several Telavish's confidants stood under the steps with their heads down, all silent. They are also very nervous now, because half of the empire they previously controlled broke away from their rule overnight.

"Marvin! Alderlake! You bastards! bastards!" The old voice echoed in the empty hall, and the roaring voice of the Grand Magister was full of anger and unwillingness, and full of panic and despair.

Marvin was the first city lord of the puppet empire to issue a declaration. The city he was in charge of commanding was the first to announce its departure from the rule of Travis, and it was also this legendary power-on that caused the entire puppet empire to split.

And Odlek, the "new leader" elected by the so-called "new puppet empire" now huddled in the northwest, is also a great magister, but his skill is slightly worse than that of Travis.

Now, under the leadership of Alderek, more and more puppet imperial cities have joined the ranks of opposing the Travis Grand Magister. These cities hope to make peace with human nations such as Gricken and stop the war between humans.

Although up to now, neither Greken nor Ailan Hill has signed any armistice agreement with this so-called new puppet empire, but the emergence of this new puppet empire still gives many civilians in the puppet empire a new one. s Choice.

As a result, more and more civilians, especially the displaced refugees in the northeast, began to move to the northwest. The departure of these people directly caused the collapsed Northeast of the puppet empire to plunge into even more desperate chaos.

"Where to conquer their army? Where is the Magician Legion? I want to lead the army myself! Suppress that damn...damn...what new puppet empire!" Travis clenched his fists and yelled bitterly.

These days, he has finally stabilized his emotions and held a welcoming banquet to cover the tightness of the frontline.

But who could have imagined that the Northwestern Rebellion, which was originally not a huge momentum, and seemed likely to be annihilated at any time, turned into a deep reflection on the war within the puppet empire.

More and more senior magicians are beginning to realize that the matter of helping demons attack humans is questionable in itself.

They all believed Travis' words before, and felt that there was really no hope for human beings. Cooperation with the source of magic may be the only way out for mankind.

But now, they are shocked to discover that their own power is not actually the most powerful state of mankind. Since someone is stronger than them, they may not lose in the fight against the devil, and the civil war they set off has lost the original significance.

Up to now, the only reason for the high-level magicians of the Puppet Empire to insist on fighting is that they are not willing to admit their previous foolish vanity.

Even though the magicians of the Puppet Empire are still arrogant in their bones, they still have a strong vanity, and they still don't want to admit that their failure can be hurt by the fact that they are very clear.

The pain caused them to give up their arrogance and accept the reality in front of them. Once they begin to accept the reality and admit their failure, then their next decision will be a matter of course.

Therefore, the awakened magicians are ready to correct the mistakes they made before.

They want to break with Travis, break with the devil, negotiate with Gricon and Ailan Hill, and join the anti-devil alliance that they should have joined long ago.

As a result, the new puppet empire entrenched in the northwest has become a climate, and the top leaders of the puppet empire finally realized that behind them there was an enemy that made them even more difficult!

This new puppet empire, which was hurriedly established, was very appealing. Within a few days, the entire western region was instigated by the old puppet empire. Only the central region and the chaotic northeast were left. Area.

This is also the reason why the puppet production of the puppet empire has been weaker recently. There are not many places that have not been attacked, and most of the cities that are fully functional are now in rebellion...

"Tutor!" A high-level magician bowed to Travis, and persuaded him: "You can't leave now! If you don't sit in the central area...the chaos will only increase and become out of control!"

"Yeah! Mentor! Why do you need to personally recruit, I personally led an army of 500,000, and within a month I can smooth out those jumping clowns!" Anyway, there is no need to pay taxes, another magician opened his mouth and started the fight.

It's just that his invitation to the battle is a bit dumbfounding. If the Puppet Empire can now mobilize 500,000 troops, there will be no such thing as Malenhe's shortage of troops.

Therefore, he knew that he would not be dispatched at all, so he could lie and express his loyalty to his mentor: "Tutor! Let me go! The student will definitely win..."

Travis took a look at this usually very low-key student and sneered in his heart. He could not help but sneer. He could naturally see the other side’s thoughts. The other side thought he was an acting school, but in front of Travis Too tender.

However, there is no good way for Travis, and now it is in such a state of non-response, it is not surprising that these clowns jump out of a group of demons.

Not to mention that the puppet empire does not have so many troops to deal with the insurgents, even if there is, Travis dare not to hand the battle that determines the fate of the empire to a layman.

"Okay! Okay! I know you are loyal!" In the end, Travis relies on acting as a play, suppressing the anger in his heart, and instead encourages him.

After a few words of encouragement, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and asked another magician: "Fransberg...how is his recent research going?"

Because it hadn't been a long time to ask the defector from Ellen Hill, Travis even remembered the name of his cheap apprentice wrong.

So, a magician bowed his head and reminded embarrassingly: "Great, great, Great Magister, in fact, his name is Frenzberg."

Hearing the reminder from his subordinates, Travis didn't blush and embarrassed him. He just coughed and exposed the matter, and continued to ask: "Frenzberg! How is his research going?" "

Speaking of Frentzberg, this sad defector is now in the puppet empire, and he is still handling his own work in Ailan Hill.

These studies are boring and useless, and even if they are useful, they are not comparable to Ailan Hill's similar products.

If he had known that what he had come to the Puppet Empire to learn was not the advanced magic of moving mountains and filling the sea, he would not betray Alan Hill.

"We have developed three different types of radar...the performance is very good...but, but..." A magician in charge of this aspect suddenly felt that he was overwhelmed and explained.

Before he finished speaking, Travis became a little impatient, so he immediately interrupted him and asked, "Speak clearly! But what?"

The magician swallowed a mouthful of saliva and finally calmed down. He hurriedly said, "But Ailan Hill has a new weapon. As long as our radar is turned on, their missiles can accurately attack our radar station... …"

"No matter where we hide the radar station, they will find it immediately. Dozens of times, dozens of times! We have destroyed dozens of radars..." He said, closing his mouth and looking towards The Travis Grand Magister whose face had turned into a pig liver color.

The puppet empire desperately studied Ailan Hill's new technology, but found that the new weapons and equipment that were invincible in the hands of Ailan Hill's troops became fragile toys in their hands.

Ailan Hill can easily destroy these toys, turning the expensive new weapons of the puppet empire into wreckage one by one.

Before, when the Puppet Empire was still able to support it, Travis didn’t think much about it. But at this moment, at this moment, he suddenly felt that it wasn’t necessarily that Ailan Hill had more advanced technology that suppressed the Puppet Empire. Maybe it's because spies have emerged from within the puppet empire!

The newly established new puppet empire made him suspicious, and aggravated this guess that had no evidence.

But Frenzberg, who was busy in the laboratory, was killed. He did not expect that he would be suspected by Travis, and it only happened at this inexplicable moment, because a casual word...

If he had predicted in advance that he would end up in such an embarrassing situation, he would never betray Alan Hill at all.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, and there is no horror magic that can reverse time. There are only **** wars and a rising powerful empire.

"Maybe... what about the flaws Frenzberg deliberately left?" Travis slanted his eyes and looked at the magician who was reporting, his words were as cold as frost.

Hearing Travis's cold-sounding question, the magician was visibly taken aback, then he looked up, saw Travis's weird expression full of murderous expression, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Come here!" Travis didn't wait for the other person to give him an answer. In fact, he already had his own answer: "Go and bring Frenzberg here! Immediately! Immediately!"