Chapter 440
My Empire Chapter 440
2020-11-03
Chapter 440 441 Silence"Icicle!" Facing the flames, an old magician stretched out his arm, The magic of the ice attribute was chanted, and the giant Icicles, next to each other, rushed towards the beating flames.
Then, these Icicle spells melted and evaporated in the flames, but also reduced the tumbling flames.
However, the flames, which had only dropped some heights, climbed back to the height just now after a second, and even jumped higher and jumped more violently.
Just guarding this line of fire fighting, the old magician was already a little tired. He glanced at the puppet soldiers who kept flapping the tools in their hands against the flames, and looked at the head helplessly.
The terrifying fire in front of me has spread for thousands of kilometers and has been burning for more than ten days, and it has no tendency to go out at all.
The devastation ignited by Alanhill has turned into a total disaster due to the slow response of the puppet empire.
More than 100 villages and towns were engulfed in flames, countless jungles were completely destroyed, and the entire puppet empire was filled with thick smoke and flames, and many fire fields were even connected together, forming a more Massive fire sea.
The fires continued to spread, destroying roads and blocking traffic. What's more terrifying, these fires also hoarded the puppet empires near the roads, and the supply stations next to the woodlands were also set on fire.
These supply depots are stocked with the last remaining supplies of the puppet empire, including magic spar that has been transported in advance, as well as food, ammunition, clothing, and thousands of puppet supplementary accessories.
Without these things, the puppet empire simply cannot continue to fight. Without production capacity and replenishment capacity, the only remaining troops in this country are the troops on the front line that are not high in battle strength.
"I'm afraid this place can't be held anymore... Have the supplies moved away?" The old mage gasped and looked at the more ferocious fire, and called the head to a high-level puppet behind him.
The high-level puppet immediately spoke up, replying in its unique tone: "Your Majesty Magician... We have already transported all the supplies. The rest cannot be taken away. ."
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 let out a long sigh and turned to leave the fire.
After he flew away, most of the remaining puppet soldiers also began to retreat. They abandoned the land, leaving only some puppets that could not leave, responsible for covering other puppets to move quickly.
Soon, the puppets left behind were swallowed up by the surging flames, and they were still working meticulously in the flames, trying to extinguish the flames in front of them and complete the instructions they received.
However, the flames on them soon burned off their arms and paralyzed their bodies. Finally, the bodies of these puppets disappeared into the hot flames.
The place in front of me is just one of the many places that the puppet empire has given up in the past ten days.
Alanhill has destroyed so many transportation hubs and forests of the puppet empire these days that many magicians in the puppet empire have become numb to what they have seen.
Not far from where the old magician put out the fire, a paralyzed city of centipede was empty.
The massive body is covered with scars from the explosion, and the city was utterly destroyed by Tomahawk cruise missiles, and the usual bombs that followed.
Many of the hard and slender centipede legs on both sides of the centipede city have been broken, and the remaining long legs, which are still intact, seem to have lost their souls, and they are motionless hanging on the side of the collapsed building .
The people here are lucky, because the bombers attacking here did not carry nuclear bombs, so the damage here seems to be serious, but it is not really destroyed, and there are not too many people lost...
>Just seeing that they are about to be surrounded and swallowed by the fire, the people here gave up their homes and embarked on a long road to escape.
Farther places were not so lucky. A larger city of centipede was hit by nuclear weapons in the middle of the body, and the degree of damage was at least 70%. Except for some civilians at the head and tail ends, most of the civilians died from the powerful explosion of the nuclear warhead.
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"The ghost fog forest... actually doesn't exist anymore. The situation is similar, there are also the Whisper Forest, Python Forest, and Dovinac Forest..." Centipede city Bourkeland, on the huge Great Demon tower at the head of the highest centipede in the city, an officer of the puppet empire opened up and reported the statistics of the last few days.
The ghost fog forest is exactly the same as what he said, and it has basically been completely destroyed by the forest fire. The condition of some of the remaining forests is not optimistic, with less than 30 percent of the remaining trees.
The upper echelons of the puppet empire now have to deal with a problem that makes them extremely depressed, and that is that their supply of wood 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 personnel, and countless puppet soldiers.
"We lost so much wood... The production of puppets has been seriously affected?" Travish Great Archmage sat in his seat and asked.
The officer subconsciously turned over a page of the report, and found that he had turned it wrong, so he turned back to the previous page and continued: "Yesterday, we only produced 3,000 puppet soldiers. ”
A huge puppet empire only produced so many puppets in a day, which made Travish Great Archmage's face even more ugly.
What makes him lose one's head out of fear is the next report. I only heard that the officer continued to report: "Including the mines that were destroyed before, our losses have made us almost lose the ability to produce puppets."
"It turns out that we let Bourke It seems wise to go south and avoid possible enemy attacks." An old magician sitting beside the Travish Great Archmage said happily.
Previously, Burkeland had been operating in the northern part of the puppet empire. After Alanhill's attacking force arrived near the Maron River, in order to avoid being attacked, Burkeland diverted to the southeast, which avoided this time. bombing.
"What a blessing to keep Burkeland... We are now under a nuclear bomb attack! Dozens of mines have been lost..." Sitting on the other side, the same wrinkled old magician said, dragging said in a long voice.
"Also, at least 4 cities were hit by nuclear bombs, and the other 6 cities were paralyzed on the road." He said, looking towards Travish, who had an embarrassed expression.
As the Great Archmage of the puppet empire, his strength is comparable to that of Travish, and his status 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 Archmages in town, the other magicians finally have some voices against Travish.
"We lost most of the supply depots in the northeast region, lost most of the supplies that were hoarded in these supply depots..." A magician continued: "Since two days ago, we have hardly any materials. The capacity has been replenished.”
“Now, the question we need to consider is, first, how do we deal with the increasing number of refugees and how to deal with the predicament in front of us.” The man sitting in Travish The old magician of the Great Archmage stood beside him and concluded.
"Second!" He stretched out his second finger and continued to ask, "Are we going to do something to take revenge on Alanhill to show our strength and let Alanhill have Don't use nuclear bombs to attack us anymore..."
"Thirdly, we need to think about...whether we should continue to fight, and what to use to insist on this war that has no chance of winning!"
"You mean... you want to hand me over as a war criminal and let Alanhill deal with it?" Travish glanced at the old magician sitting next to him, and questioned with dissatisfaction road.
That old magician coldly snorted, didn't save any face for Travish: "This is all a mess you made, if you don't take into account the face of the puppet empire, it's not impossible to hand over you. ..."
The old man sitting on the other side of Travish immediately opened his mouth and said: "Okay! Don't say any more angry words... Now what we have to consider is how to communicate with Alanhill as soon as possible. End the war."
"Or...at least, let Alanhill have no way to attack our puppet empire like this..." Finally, the old man summed up a few words: "Everyone, if there is any good way, all Let's talk and listen!"
He lowered his voice and discussed spiritedly, but no one was willing to stand up and give an opinion of his own. Now that everyone has started to be worldly-wise and play safe, to come forward and offer advice at such a time, isn't that a fool or something?
And so the silence continued until Travish slap the table and stand up - the Great Archmage felt betrayed by his men, who he felt were no longer holding on their oath.
So he growled, hysterically filled with resentment: "You guys think we must lose now! You're all thinking--let that Travish die! Hand me over! It's just that you are still afraid of my strength and dare not do this!"
He broke the minds of many people, so many people in the venue lowered their heads to hide their panic eyes.
Just as Travish roared, Alanhill's foreign secretary, Stryd, was sitting in front of Elf Race's liaison envoy Falai, bragging about a "revegetation plan for the northeast of the puppet area"... …
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