Listening to the rumbling of cannons outside, the magical source in the basement of the Temple of Withorans roared every day.

He seemed to be simply venting, as if he was simply expressing his frustration to his increasingly unreliable generals.

At this moment, the magic origin that had been condensed into a young man, with his palm on the table, kept slapping, and the voice made all the demon generals standing in front of him tremble: "Didn't you say that there was a three-line counterattack?" ”

"The Great Origin of Magic...... We have received definite information about the counterattack on the northern front, and General Weston has repelled the human forces and stabilized the defensive line. One of the generals swallowed and replied nervously.

It's no wonder that he has been doing this more and more recently, just because in the face of such a situation and such a brutal boss, he doesn't swallow a mouthful of saliva, and he really doesn't have the courage to speak.

The so-called three-line counterattack is now a complete joke, and it is difficult to get close to the defense line of the Irlanhill Empire, let alone breaking through.

The million-strong army that had been assembled with great difficulty had basically been annihilated by the human race. The troops in the Central Theater had already confirmed their defeat a few days before, and the troops that had fled back did not even have a fifth of what they had set out.

What's even more terrifying is that the original defense line has no reserves, and it is no longer possible to even hold on. The entire central region's defenses were breached by humans, leaving Withorans directly exposed to enemy attacks.

"What's the use of holding the line? I want reinforcements! It's a counterattack! It's to defeat the enemies that attack this place in Witholands! The Origin of Magic roared, slapping the table and shouting.

He had already heard his subordinates shout the promise of various counterattacks for almost 100 days. As a result, it has been fighting back to this day, at this moment! Counterattack to the city of Withorans!

Now, the outskirts of Withollands have been reduced to a battlefield! Enemy shells were already pouring onto temples, factories and temples in ruins.

And none of the things promised by these demon generals in front of them have been fulfilled. For this reason, the magic source has already killed several demon generals, but no matter who is replaced as the commander, it seems that the ending is the same.

So by now, the source of magic is no longer indiscriminately killing generals, because he is used to it, used to hearing bad news, and used to the fact that no one can change the ending.

"We have conveyed the order to him! General West is already attacking the enemy's flank to the south, and as long as we hold out here for 90 days, the situation will turn around. The demon general at the head hurriedly spoke, giving a distant promise.

No way, the last time a general said 20 days, but after 20 days, he was killed by the angry magic source.

So with a little more time, maybe you can live a few more days. Even if the miracle doesn't happen after 90 days, it's hard to say whether the magic source will be in the mood to kill himself at that time.

"90 days? It only took you three days to put the enemy in front of me from the edge of the sky! Bastard! Bastard! As a result, the source of magic, which is getting smarter and smarter, doesn't seem to be easy to fool.

He also knows very well that the situation in front of him will not take so long to determine the winner and loser.

In 10 days at most, he will personally lead his troops and engage with the human troops who have already entered the city.

Or maybe there is no need for humans to rush in and fight him. The human only needs a little encirclement, consume the demonic forces around the magic source, isolate him, and then find an opportunity to kill him with one blow.

"A few days ago, weren't you still saying that soon the troops from the northeast could go south to rescue here?" As if remembering the promise made by these demon generals a few days ago, the magic origin asked.

Another demon general hurriedly opened his mouth to explain: "General West's troops don't have many cavalry, and his southward speed is ......"

In fact, it is not a matter of no cavalry, the main reason is that the Northern Demon Army under the command of General West has not actually repelled the so-called human forces at all.

This demon army in the north was just not completely wiped out by the human counterattack, and General West suffered heavy losses, which can be regarded as being driven for his life by the human attack force.

They had been retreating all along, but they were retreating south - except for the Magical Origin itself, everyone knew that the so-called rescue of General West could not change the current situation at all.

It's just that everyone is deceiving, and they are all deceiving themselves. They are all procrastinating, and they can delay for a day, even if they are a day, and they don't think about tomorrow at all.

This is also a way out of the question, who let the Bulkelan Fortress and the 1st Panzer Army, which had previously gone north from the Irlanhill Empire, turn south and fight back to the center?

Because he didn't run into the main force of the Iran Hill Empire's troops, General West, who was dealing with the demon servant army, became the only legion of demons who were still maneuvering in the field.

It was almost the hope of the whole village, if he could successfully move south, then the demon army seemed to have hope of holding Withorans.

Of course, this kind of hope is only the unilateral hope of the devil, and most of the demon generals actually know that this is not so much hope as psychological comfort and sustenance.

Counting on West is basically the same as counting on the sudden appearance of the god of magic: it's all unrealistic fantasies.

"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you were organizing a counterattack to drive those damned humans to a place where they couldn't attack here?" Magic Origin listened to the distant cannon sounds one after another, and continued to ask in a troubled manner.

He may not want to hear an answer that he is satisfied with, he is simply asking questions, simply making himself comfortable.

But it's a pity that when he makes himself comfortable, the generals who rack their brains to answer him are very uncomfortable.

Without hearing an answer, the source of magic began to explode again. He just slapped the table like that, as if it were Chris: "What do you all eat?" Where are my troops? What exactly are the troops on the map doing? They're not supposed to fight back! Shouldn't a desperate battle be fought against all odds, shouldn't the enemy be repulsed? ”

Speaking of the excitement, the magic source stood up, walked to the front of the map, pointed to the troops marked on the map with his finger, and continued to roar: "Come on! See for yourselves! Look! There are 2 million troops in the whole city, but so many troops are being beaten! Who's going to explain it to me? Explain! ”