Four Hundred and Forty One Silence

"Ice Cone Technique!" Facing the flames, an old magician stretched out his arm and chanted ice magic, causing a huge ice cone next to each other to rush towards the beating flames.

Then, these ice cones melted and evaporated in the flames, but it 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 defending this line of fire, the old magician was already a little tired. He glanced at the puppet soldiers who kept flapping the tools in their hands at the flames, and shook his head helplessly.

The terrifying fire in front of him has spread for thousands of kilometers, and it has been burning for more than ten days, and it has no tendency to go out at all.

The devouring fire ignited by Ailan Hill has turned into a complete disaster because of the slow response of the puppet empire.

More than 100 villages and towns were engulfed in flames, and countless jungles were completely destroyed. The entire puppet empire was filled with thick smoke and flames, and many fire fields were even connected together, forming a larger-scale sea of ​​fire.

The fire continued to spread, destroying the road and blocking traffic. What was even more terrifying was that these fires also hoarded the puppet empire near the road, and the supply stations next to the woodland were also set on fire.

These supply stations hoard 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 would have no way to continue fighting. 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 combat effectiveness.

"I'm afraid I can't hold it here... Have all the materials been transferred?" The old mage gasped, looked at the more ferocious fire, shook his head and asked a senior puppet behind him.

The more advanced puppet spoke immediately and replied in its unique tone: "Your Excellency the Great Mage... 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 sighed and turned away from 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 quickly burned their arms and paralyzed their bodies, and finally the bodies of these puppets disappeared into the hot flames.

The place in front of him is just one of the many places that the puppet empire has given up in the past ten days.

Alan Hill 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 the place where the old magician put out the fire, a paralyzed centipede city was empty.

The massive body was 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 Centipede City had been broken, and the remaining long legs, which were still intact, seemed to have lost their souls, hanging motionless beside 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 in fact it is not really destroyed, and there are not too many people lost...

Just seeing that they were about to be surrounded and swallowed by the fire, the talents here gave up their homes and embarked on a long road to escape.

Farther places are not so lucky. A larger-scale centipede city was hit by the nuclear weapon in the middle of the body, and the degree of damage has reached 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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"Ghost Mist Forest... Actually it doesn't exist anymore. The situation is similar, there are also the Secret Whisper Forest, Python Forest, and Dovinak Forest..." Centipede City Bourkeland, the huge magic on the head of the tallest centipede in the city On the tower, an officer of the puppet empire opened his mouth to report the statistics of the last few days.

The ghost fog forest was exactly as he said, and it was basically 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 face a frustrating problem, that their supply of wood has really been cut off.

In the same way, it is not only the timber of the puppet empire that has been cut off, but also countless roads, countless personnel, and countless puppet soldiers.

"We lost so much wood... Has the production of puppets been seriously affected?" Grand Magister Travish sat in his seat and asked.

The officer subconsciously turned over a page of the report and found that he had turned it wrong again, 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 a day, which made Grand Magister Travish's face even more ugly.

What made him panic even more was the following report. I only heard that the officer continued to report: "Including the previously destroyed mines, our losses have almost made us lose the ability to produce puppets."

"It turns out that it seemed wise for us to let Bourkeland go south to avoid possible enemy attacks." An old magician sitting beside Grand Magister Travish said happily.

Burkeland had been operating in the northern part of the puppet empire before. After the attacking force of Ireland Hill arrived near the Maron River, in order to avoid being attacked, Burkeland diverted to the southeast, which avoided the bombardment.

"What a blessing to keep Bourkeland... We are now attacked by a nuclear bomb! Dozens of mines have been lost..." Sitting on the other side, the old magician with the same wrinkled face opened his mouth and 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 at Travish with an embarrassed expression.

As the great magister of the puppet empire, his strength is comparable to that of Travish, and his status has always been very detached. This time, he participated in such a meeting because the situation had deteriorated and he had to come forward.

With such two equally powerful great mages sitting in town, the other mages finally had some voices against Travish.

"We lost most of the supply stations in the northeast region, and lost most of the materials hoarded in these supply stations..." A magician continued: "Since two days ago, we have almost no material replenishment capacity."

"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 old magician sitting next to Grand Magister Travish nodded, Summed up.

"Second!" He stretched out his second finger and continued to ask: "Are we going to do something to retaliate against Ailan Hill, in order to show our strength and let Ailan Hill have something to do with it? Don't be afraid, don't use nukes to attack us anymore..."

"Third, 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 Alan Hill deal with me?" Travish glanced at the old magician sitting next to him and questioned with dissatisfaction.

The old magician snorted coldly, and 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 talk about the angry words... Now what we have to consider is how to end the war with Alan Hill as soon as possible."

"Or... at least, let Alan Hill have no way to attack our puppet empire like this..." Finally, the old man summed up a few words: "Everyone, if you have any good ideas, you can tell me!"

There was a lot of discussion in the low down, but no one was willing to stand up and give an opinion of his own. Up to now, everyone has begun to protect themselves wisely. At this time, to stand up and offer advice, what is not a fool?

And so the silence went on until Travish struck the table—the Grand Magister felt betrayed by his own men, who he felt were no longer upholding their oath.

So he roared, hysterical and resentful: "You think we must lose now! You're all thinking--let that Travish die! You're going to hand me over! It's just that You are still afraid of my strength and dare not do this!"

His words broke the minds of many people, so many people in the venue lowered their heads to hide their panicked eyes.

Just as Travish was roaring, Alan Hill's foreign minister, Stryd, was sitting in front of Falai, the elves' liaison envoy, boasting of a "Plant for Renewing Vegetation in the Northeast of the Puppet Area"...

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