Spellcasters have always been able to create miracles, and many spells, seemingly weak or useless, can perform wonderfully at critical monts.
And the recognized powerful spells are classified as strategic-level entities.
Although this trusted aide had not achieved the pinnacle of using minimal force to leverage the greatest military results, his use of powerful spells to swiftly suppress the situation was also a correct choice.
However, what no one expected was that this Spellcaster trusted aide looked so young, unlike those top-tier figures known as "Spell Master" or "Grand Spell Master."
The aide whispered, "Is there any information about the Spellcaster trusted aide in the intelligence?"
The orderly shook his head, "No, there’s a lot of information and not enough space to add superfluous text."
But Tyrion had no doubts as he saw at a glance that his robe and magic wand were both relic-level Spiritual equipnt.
Typical Spellcaster trusted aides don’t have such powerful equipnt.
"Little Tyrion."
Rod lifted him up with both hands and said gently,
"I’ve told you, celebrations should wait until after complete victory. There are still many outposts around Byron Old City in a state of collapse, so Guardian Fire hasn’t been returned to the city, and the Fire Embers still retain so warmth. Let’s go back now and relight them; we’ll use much less Fuel Elent and firewood."
Tyrion’s rugged face furrowed, the young trusted aide’s tone had a strangely familiar feeling that reminded him of Master Theodore.
"Trusted Aide, where is Master Theodore? The Military War Departnt is very anxious right now..."
"Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry, Little Marin has been through many greater storms, he will handle it, you should trust our First Defense Chief."
Tyrion looked at him suspiciously, his only hair on the bald head drooped down, blocking his vision, which he blew away with his breath.
"It’s really annoying, too much hair is not good..."
Rod said gently, "Little Tyrion, I don’t have much ti left, go quickly and recover the lost outposts. Only when the flas are connected can humanity stand tall and hold their heads high on this earth."
Many felt their blood boiling, eager to agree imdiately, but Tyrion hesitated and said nothing.
The aide said, "Trusted Aide, you may not understand the situation well; we are just part of the Third Battle Zone where the Iron Armor Fortress is located. The core outpost, Iron Armor Fortress, still hasn’t resud functionality, and high-threat monster groups like the Corrupted Serpentman and Thirsty Blood Beasts are charging directly at our area."
An officer said, "As you know, another important outpost, Laisuo City, has been destroyed, and a large number of Abyss Monsters are hitting our defensive system. The disturbed Abyss Rift hasn’t been found yet. Under multiple crises, maintaining the current situation and ensuring Byron Old City doesn’t lose its functionality is already quite difficult."
Tyrion nodded slightly and said gravely, "The crisis in Byron Old City itself has not been resolved; our Spiritual Power Generator has been damaged, half the walls have been destroyed, and warriors are fighting monster groups within the city. If it weren’t for the support of the secretive branch troops, the Old City might not even hold."
"Right, we don’t have the strength to recover more outposts."
Rod smiled and said, "We will soon."
Tyrion frowned, "What do you an? Are there reinforcents? The Royal City hasn’t sent any ssages, and First Level Commander Marin hasn’t ntioned this matter."
"The monsters inside the city will soon be cleared, Dean Vera can lead the mbers of the secretive branch to recover the outposts."
Tyrion’s frown deepened.
"The creatures attacking us are Sigles’ crawling Insect n, their hides are extrely thick, they move very fast, can fly, pollute the Spiritual Light, and when threatened, they roll into a ball and burrow underground. Even the Great Sunlight has a very low kill efficiency on them, they are much harder to handle than the Serpentman, even if Master Theodore personally ca, he likely couldn’t clean them up quickly."
Rod touched his chest muscles and smiled, "Little Tyrion, it seems you have so misconceptions about a legend."
"But, the Insect n are extrely tough..."
"They will soon beco fragile."
"Who says so?"
"I say so."
Just then, the door was smashed open.
A warrior shrouded in white smoke burst in shouting,
"Crisis! Commander! Another large group of Sigles’ Insect n has surged into the city! We can’t hold the west anymore!"
Bang.
Rod had already vanished in the blink of an eye, the trendous air pressure made Tyrion choke, and the scattered gale swept through the whole hall, blowing all the paper docunts into the air.
After the rising air current subsided, the white papers falling like a festival.
Suddenly, sothing touched Tyrion’s heart.
Many were still in a dazed state, unsure of what had happened.
Suddenly, they heard their commander shouting, "Aide, go and start planning the recovery of outposts imdiately, the rest of you co with !"
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Byron Old City was once a very large city ruin before the Royal City recovered it and designated it as the Second Level outpost of the Third Battle Zone.
Since the range of the Guardian Fire is only five miles, Byron Old City was also reduced to within five miles.
All buildings within the city were converted into defensive fortifications, and those living there, aside from combatants, were only support combat staff and production personnel who had all moved to the underground area of the Central Guardian Fire Sacrificial Ground.
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