Chapter 136 Nothing Big Will Happen, Right?

Chapter 134 Nothing big will happen, right?

"Commander!" The adjutant was so anxious that he was about to cry: "We have never heard of the nonsense he said. Don't let him stay here to cause more trouble. The war is urgent!"

The adjutants who were able to stand in the room today were all confidants. After all, they were old subordinates. The coach finally nodded and ordered people to put away the drawings.

The female magician's father, Dabus, the number one magician in the mainland, walked up to Wang Wen and said softly to him: "I understand that you want to help me share the pressure, but this matter is not urgent. Please wait patiently for me. Five days, after five days when the trap takes effect, the commander will have manpower available to deploy, and then use other rotating troops to fill the vacancies in the stronghold, and I will be able to come back. By then, I will teach you the art of making sacred stones seriously."

"Five days!" Wang Min looked up at a 45-degree angle and sighed through his nose, with a heavy expression.

Then, he said loudly: "Who has any questions? No problem, start taking action now!"

Wang Min clapped her hands and walked out of the room.

He said in rapid succession: "Quick, quick, everyone, get moving! Take the person in charge of the trap with you, lonely, and we will set off directly to the trap! Lao Mo, just rush to the night elves overnight to control the progress and repel the people." Don't fight too much. I'm worried that if the turnaround trap takes effect and it's on us, the progress will go off the charts. Miss Yan, try your best to be as fast as possible. We can't even talk about military supplies such as heavy crossbow scrolls and potions. Just buy more high-end protective gear. The same goes for armor and so on. Our progress may explode at any time. If we don’t spend all the money, we will suffer even more losses. All tower climbers, let me see your execution power!"

Wang Wen hasn't reached the door yet.

Mo Ran from the rear snatched the map from a certain adjutant's hand, turned into a black lightning, smashed the door to pieces, and left quickly.

The remaining natives in the room were stunned.

The coach asked Wang Wen doubtfully: "Is your companion a warrior of the orc tribe? Is he so strong?"

Wang Wen didn't answer and asked instead: "Who is the person in charge of the trap? Are you going to follow us if you are pressed for time? If not, we will have to make our own way. I will remember that when the trap is completed, I won't be responsible for it without your credit!"

An adjutant by the door looked at the coach inquiringly.

The coach held the sandbox with one hand and waved at him casually with the other hand, saying "Go ahead."

The adjutant nodded and followed Wang Min and Zhu Xingguo to leave.

Ren Ruanruan and Chen Hansheng followed closely and walked out of the room. Chen Hansheng repeated his old trick of holding an adjutant in conversation while handing him a business card, and demonstrated the correct use of the business card intentionally or unintentionally.

Although the fuel card is a World Tower prop, it can only be regarded as a living material at best.

If you can exchange daily necessities for some military combat supplies, your business will make a lot of money. If there are props recognized by the World Tower, you will immediately make a fortune.

Chen Hansheng had rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with the top beings in the levels before. There were few elites in his group. The few masters who had reached the 400th floor were just mindless tower rushers and would not take the initiative to explore more opportunities. The integer level can't wait to complete the progress in seconds and pass the level.

This was a rare opportunity, and he burst out with great enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

Wait for all tower climbers to leave the room.

The adjutant in the room sent someone to find a craftsman to repair the door.

The remaining staff gathered around the sand table and asked quietly: "Why does the coach trust these strangers with unknown origins so much?"

The coach waved his hand and chuckled: "It's not about trust, it's just about not pushing away. At least we don't have to chase away people who take the initiative to help before they show destructiveness, right?"

"Besides." His eyes fell on the center of the sand table, and he lightly tapped the area where the flags were most concentrated: "Whether it is a trap or a flank, it is a trivial matter, as long as there are no problems on our main battlefield."

At this time, all the adjutants finally nodded in unison and flattered him sincerely: "Your Excellency is wise!"

After comforting his men, the commander looked at the Dabbs father and daughter on the other side and asked, "Dilu is here, what are you going to do next?"

Dabbs shook his head and said: "Don't take the jokes of a few children seriously. I will still take care of the night elves personally. I just want you to help me settle Dilu. Don't let me worry."

"Of course, no problem." The coach responded easily to this trivial matter.

Unexpectedly, the female magician hugged her father's arm and begged: "I want to go to the battlefield."

Dabbs rubbed her hair lovingly and comforted: "I will take you to the Elf elders in a while and ask for some of their holy water and moonlight baptism. No matter what dirty water you drink, it will be eliminated." Jing, be well and don’t make me worry, okay?”

The female magician asked worriedly: "Can it really be eliminated?"

"Don't worry, no one loves cleanliness more than elves." Dabbs recalled: "They don't even eat meat."

The night is getting darker.

Two airships took off from the general headquarters and rushed to different directions on the battlefield.

The atmosphere in the two airships was completely different.

Wang Wei apologized in the cabin and said, "Is it still that far away? I thought I could walk there. It's really troublesome for you to get up in the middle of the night to send us to the battlefield."

On the other side, Mo Ran shouted angrily in the cabin: "Is it so slow? Why don't you just leave me alone and let me run to the battlefield by myself. It's much faster than this thing!"

one way or another.

A few hours later, when the sky was filled with stars, Wang Min and Mo Ran arrived at their respective destinations.

Late at night, the battlefield was still blazing with flames.

In a life-and-death fight, no one cares whether there is one sun or six moons above their heads.

Just by hearing the name, night elves know that night is the time when they are at their strongest.

The crimson creature on the opposite side will appear tired and sleepy unless it is full of food and drink, otherwise it will always be manic.

So the two sides are still fighting.

On the right side of the night elf defense stronghold is a rock wall that reaches the top. All enemies attack from the front left. That side is the main battlefield. Most of the enemies who "sneak" here are unable to get meat on the main battlefield. , hungry stragglers wandering around mindlessly.

This is also the reason why the night elves can persist until now.

The number of enemies is small.

And unorganized and undisciplined.

When it comes to single combat with night elves, I have never been afraid of anyone.

Especially at night, their vision is much better than during the day, and their bodies will be covered with a layer of faint silver moonlight. This layer of moonlight will make them more physical, more responsive, more powerful, and they will recover from injuries faster. quick.

Just like there are only about a hundred night elves left in this stronghold, but as long as the enemy's numerical unit is "hundred", no one can rush to them alive.

But there's something strange tonight.

Except for the usual skirmishers who show up from time to time.

The superior vision given to the night elves at night allowed them to vaguely see that there seemed to be layers of surging black shadows gathering in the distant night.

This discovery made them somewhat worried.

No matter how strong they are, numbers are their shortcoming after all. If a large number of enemies launch a group charge in an organized and disciplined manner, this stronghold will likely fall in an instant.

This is really weird.

Since the beginning of the war, no one has paid attention to this stronghold that is easy to defend and difficult to attack but cannot be called important.

Nothing big will happen tonight, right?

Thank you [I can’t mention the symbol] for the reward!