According to the total number of troops marked on the map, the number of troops assembled by the Magic Origin in Withorans is indeed more than 1 million, and if you count some peripheral troops, the total should be close to 2 million.

It's a pity that no one dared to tell him that those troops were basically dissatisfied. A 10,000-strong force can have 4,000 soldiers, which is already a very good "formed" force.

As for the map, the map placed in the magic origin room is a few days ago, and the situation on it has not changed, and the status of the marked troops has not been updated.

According to this morning's update, several of the troops on this map are gone! They have been annihilated and there is nothing left!

There were also units that had already been heavily wounded and retreated from the defensive lines on the outlying outskirts. Some of these retreating 10,000 people still have a few hundred left, and some have a thousand left, in short, they are very far away from the "10,000 people".

Now, the Magical Origin didn't know about it, and no one dared to tell him about it.

Once upon a time, there were faithful fanatics and white-robed god attendants who could help the source of magic control the demon clan, and could help him collect information and control the overall situation.

But now, the fanatical believers have almost fallen on the path of the expedition, and the white-robed god attendants have been wiped out.

So the source of magic has lost control of the entire demon race, and he has become the fallen king who has been deceived on the throne.

It's like the Führer of 1945, he has been deceived by a bunch of false news, as a leader, he has lost his basic judgment of reality, and he no longer has a clear understanding in his head.

This situation is no different from madness, and in the eyes of others it is all nonsense dreams - no meaningful command except venting and useless ranting.

Swallowing another mouthful of saliva, the poor demon general couldn't remember how much of his own saliva he had swallowed.

He opened his mouth trembling and said in as low a voice as he could, "Great Origin of Magic...... We are organizing a counterattack, but we do not have a sufficient number of artillery pieces to create a local advantage. ”

Who knows, it was his barely squeezed out sentence that just hit a pain point in the origin of magic.

In the early years, the Demon Leader used his magic and military superiority to defeat countless opponents with his strong body and fierce ferocity.

At that time, the origin of magic seemed to be the god of this world, but who would have thought that now all this has become illusory.

Airplanes and artillery have become indispensable weapons and equipment in war. Courage and tenacity are worthless in the face of the torrent of steel.

The numerical superiority that the demon clan was once proud of has long since disappeared in the face of nuclear weapons and genetic weapons.

What about the sword? What about bows? And what about the earth-shattering magic cannon? And what about the majestic drums of war? And what about the long horn sound? What about the phalanx of infantry that covered the wilderness, and the demonic air force that covered the sky and the sun?

To be honest, the current source of magic has too many questions in his head, and too much anger.

He tapped the map on the wall with his hand, and kept tapping, the dull sound seemed particularly abrupt and awkward in the already small basement.

There is no way to use the hall that can make the sound sacred, after all, it is impossible to say when a cannonball will fall, and it will be completely in ruins.

The walls of the originally solid hall were already covered with cracks, and the mottled marks were so shocking that no one dared to go there for a meeting again.

No one spoke in the basement, and everyone had gotten used to it for the last two days, letting the Origin of Magic sing a one-man show.

So, the source of magic is also more willing to sing his one-man show, anyway, there is no way to solve the problem, so let's hurt each other happily together.

While banging on the wall, he continued to roar, "Joke! When did the demons rely on artillery to fight? We didn't have these messy weapons before! Isn't it invincible? Now, you've all been scared out! Without artillery, you won't even be able to fight! ”

"But, the great source of magic...... If we don't have the advantage of firepower, our soldiers will lose very much, and when the time comes, there will not be enough troops to defend Witholands! A demon general hurriedly explained.

Although he has no way to solve the problem that mankind has surrounded Withorans on both sides, as a sergeant general, he still has the vision to judge the best solution in the current situation.

The humans' long-range weapons are powerful, there are no fortifications, and the demon's troops are fighting back to deliver food. It's better to leave the troops in the ruins, a little bit of consumption, maybe you can hold on for more time.

"......" The magic origin stared at the demon general who spoke, and he suddenly shut up and said nothing, which made everyone nervous.

According to past experience, this is the time for this great magical source to strike and settle this meeting by killing a demon general.

Surprisingly, though, Magical Origin didn't do that this time. He burst out laughing, and the laughter was creepy.

After laughing enough, he suddenly looked at the old demon general who was the leader, and commanded, "Then don't fight back!" Have all the demon forces stationed in the positions they were supposed to be stationing! ”

"No orders from me! No retreat! He clenched his fists and commanded in an unmistakable voice.

"No orders from me! Can't take a step back! His cruel voice resounded in the basement, sending shivers down the shoulders of all the demon generals.

"Hold on to every ruin! Fight to the last man! He commanded desperately, his voice full of creeps.

It seems that at this moment, he has given up on victory, or rather on the idea of continuing.

Now his head is full of jade and stones, and he will die together! He intends to turn Witthorans into a giant flesh mill, where he wants to dry the blood of demons and humans alike.

Once this terrible thought unfolds, it can never be taken back. So the Magic Origin continued to order: "If your position is lost, then you will also die on the position!" ”

He emphasized his command, making every demon who heard the order break out in a cold sweat: "I want to make every magic tower, every house, become a human grave!" ”

"I'm going to make every inch of land here stained with blood!" He clenched his fists and ended the meeting with the bloodiest words: "Kill! Kill! Go kill the bloody storm! ”