C172 What Can I Do I Am also in Despair!
C172 What Can I Do I Am also in Despair!
When the twenty-five thousand defending troops stationed in Fort Lerge were busy escorting the prisoners four times their number to the rear, their commander, Lieutenant General Henry Winkman, was happily reporting the latest situation to the other side of the crystal ball.
Because there were too many prisoners, and the troops defending the stronghold did not expect to welcome such a large group of prisoners. So they were indeed lacking in preparation. They could only let these hundred thousand people use the military tents they brought as prisoner camps. They would give them food prepared before the attack. Fortunately, although the flat terrain of Aldran was difficult to defend against, the problem of food would definitely be solved before they finished eating their military rations.
In order to prevent the one hundred thousand people from causing a riot, Riko arranged an even stronger Forbidden Magic Array for the War-Prisoner Camp. As a Formation Array Theory Master Alchemist, the moment she closed the entire formation, even if the two Titled Devil Instructor slowly restored their magic power to the Peak level, it was unlikely that they would come out to cause trouble.
Winkelmann really liked a mage like Riko who could make people feel at ease.
That was why he praised Riko in the communication to Brucedahl.
On the other side of the crystal ball, the military minister Almande Janssen, who was sitting in the office, relaxed after hearing the news of victory.
"Finally, there is good news." He rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.
William Wayne was bending over with his hands on his knees. His face was pale, like a drowning person who had just been rescued, breathing deeply in the air. The exquisite and expensive robe was soaked in sweat. The surrounding pedestrians looked at this mage who seemed to have just experienced a life and death battle slowly sitting down on the street in the center of Coron City. The magic power that had almost been sucked dry started to circulate again bit by bit.
Perhaps it was because Wayne's embarrassing appearance was too different from the oil painting, no one recognized him as the famous Level 3 Titled Devil Instructor.
Wayne originally decided to use the flying skill to escape a few kilometers, then think of a way. However, after flying fifteen kilometers northeast of Fort Lerge, the devil-like vines had already disappeared behind him. However, his intuition that he was being targeted by some kind of powerful existence was still like a Sword of Damocles floating on the tip of his hair, as if he would be killed the moment he stopped moving. Therefore, Wayne could only continue moving forward. He crossed the border between the Aldran and the Westfalen, and flew to the Ya Chen. However, at this place forty kilometers away from the Lerge, the feeling of danger was still following him like a shadow.
It was only when he used almost all of his strength to reach the Coron City that the feeling of being targeted finally disappeared completely. The distance between this place and the Fort Lerge was just over 100 kilometers.
This is too scary, Wayne thought. Moreover, he didn't even know what the enemy was, how many people there were, and where they were.
What should he do?
After Wayne sat for a while, he wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve. He found a random hotel by the road and casually took out a few Markcoin from his pocket and threw them over. The Lady Boss immediately prepared a room for him, so he went upstairs. He covered the entire room with soundproofing barriers to prevent the sound from leaking out and sat down at the table.
William Wayne took out a communication crystal ball from his flat pocket and carefully wiped it clean. He placed it on the table and injected magic into it. Not long after, there was a distortion in the halo. One. The bald old man wearing glasses appeared on the screen. He looked ordinary, but Wayne, a powerful Titled Devil Instructor, was standing in front of him. He still tidied his clothes and hesitated for a moment.
Because the person in front of the crystal ball was the official in name of Westfalen, the Level Six Titled Devil Instructor, Hilbert.
In terms of strength, Hilbert was much stronger than Wayne.
Hilbert picked up the Crystalball Communication and looked at Wayne with some doubt.
"Wayne, how's the attack on the northern front line?"
"Hilbert."
Wayne nervously swallowed his saliva. He knew that what he was going to report next was not good news.
"Did we fail?"
"How much did we lose? What about Stark and Leonard? " Hilbert frowned.
Wayne felt that he had made a mistake from the beginning. He gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth.
"They were all arrested. Over a hundred thousand men, Stark and Leonard were all captured by the people of Aldran. I am the only one who has escaped. "
Hilbert's heart sank. He tried to inject magic into the crystal ball, and requested to contact Stark and Leonard. Every Titled Devil Instructor would send this kind of communication device to facilitate communication. According to normal circumstances, these three weakest Titled Mage's faces should have already appeared in front of him in a row, but today... There was no response to his request at all. Philip Leonard and Johannes Stark had already disappeared from the command link of Westfield Kingdom.
"This is impossible!"
Hilbert could not help but slam the table.
Titled Devil Instructor was captured.
This was a national humiliation, how many years had it been since something like this had happened?
Moreover, the captive wasn't a newly advanced Titled Devil Instructor who had just advanced to the next realm and wasn't used to the new strength. Instead, it was an experienced old mage who had been at this level for several decades. It was not just one, but two Titled Devil Instructor experts.
Hilbert was very clear about the other eight Titled Devil Instructor warriors in Westfalen. Stark, Leonard, and Wayne weren't strong. However, it shouldn't be that they didn't even have the chance to run away.
How could there be such a powerful existence in Aldran? Didn't they say that the strongest people in their country were only two Level 4 Titled Devil Instructor, and they were still unable to participate in the war?
He suppressed his anger, and continued to ask Wayne with an expressionless face.
"Who is your enemy?"
William Wayne's face turned pale. He put the syllables together with great difficulty, forming words and spitting them out.
"I don't know."