Returning From Level 900

Chapter 132: Urgent Need for Manpower

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Chapter 132: Urgent Need for Manpower

As expected, the person who entered the door was the female mage who had recently left the house of the person in charge of the airship.

She appeared to have washed up carefully, and her entire body seemed brand new. Her magical robe had also been transformed into a pure white one. It appeared soft and smooth and of high quality.

As soon as she entered the door, she seemed prepared and went straight for Wang Wen and the others.

She joined them in the teleportation array when she noticed them standing there.

Wang Wen was stunned. “What are you doing?”

The female mage said, “I’m going to the front line. You guys are, too, right? The teleportation array can send ten people at once. Don’t waste it.”

Wang Wen poked her shoulder. “That’s our business. Did we say that we would take you with us? We will be too busy at the front line to take care of you!”

The female mage took out a money bag and threw it into Wang Wen’s hand. She said calmly, “It’s not for nothing. I’m familiar with the front line and don’t need you to take care of me. Once the teleportation array is completed, we will have nothing to do with each other.”

Wang Wen weighed the money bag and handed it to Zhu Xingguo, who stood behind him.

When Zhu Xingguo opened it, he discovered hundreds of gold coins.

He was speechless as he wrote 100 gold coins on his master’s palm.

Wang Wen smiled calmly as he said to the female mage. “We are all members of the association. We have to take care of each other when we go out. It’s only a teleportation array. Come, come, come, everyone, let’s get rich. Let’s make room for the great Miss Dilu.”

Mo Ran cast a scornful glance at Wang Wen, but his feet moved. He nearly retreated from the teleportation array, but he did not give up until the mage in charge of the teleportation array reminded him to lean toward the center, or there might be a few missing parts at the end of the teleportation.

He waited until the light of the magical crystal flowed like water into the teleportation array, lighting up every line as the mage moved.

When the light turned on, everyone in the array vanished.

At the front line.

At the headquarters.

The golden-armored Continental Alliance Army’s commander frowned as he looked at the sand table that took up almost the entire room.

A few adjutants sorted out their documents and passed them to the commander.

After the golden-armored commander in golden armor read the documents, his frown deepened.

He paused for a moment before turning to face a man sitting on a chair against the wall, his eyes closed and resting. He was a little thin, but his features were three-dimensional and attractive. “Take another look; small area only.”

The man who had been lying down with his eyes closed opened them. His stare was deep and sympathetic. With his right hand, he lifted the long wooden staff lying horizontally in his arms and gently tapped the tip of the staff on the sand table.

A white light illuminated the entire sand surface. It gradually became clear in the center of the light, as if a camera in the sky was photographing the entire battlefield.

At the bottom of the image, there were several strongholds arranged horizontally. There were a large number of people moving in a bustling formation in front of the strongholds. Some formations were crooked and varied in color, while others were orderly and uniform.

The various formations formed a line, attempting to withstand the dark red tide from all directions.

Closer inspection revealed that the tide was made up of various strange-looking half-human creatures.

Those creatures appeared to be devoid of intelligence.

They would grab and eat their enemies when they saw blood.

When they could not catch their enemies, they would stuff their own into their mouths.

The commander fixed his gaze on the scene as if he wanted to see every detail. When the white light on the sand table went out, he turned to his adjutant and said, “The orc army is too large. Tell them to back up at least one kilometer.”

Then, he turned to another adjutant and said, “Speed up the progress of the traps on the west side. The outer defensive circle will not be able to hold on much longer. We need to kill a large number of the enemy.”

The adjutant was about to nod.

The man sitting by the wall suddenly said, “Let me do it.”

The commander was slightly stunned.

He hesitated for half a second before he immediately became decisive. He gritted his teeth and said, “No, the interval is too short. We can’t let the enemy see our weakness. Over there, let them… use their lives to fill the gaps.”

At the end of his sentence.

The room was silent.

Except for the adjutant who received the order to leave, everyone’s eyes were slightly red.

Especially the commander’s expression; his was the most solemn.

He knew that many fearless warriors would die once the order was given.

But he had no choice.

There was still hope in that battle as long as the man by the wall had not fallen.

Someone knocked on the door and entered with the most recent battle report.

An adjutant took the battle report and read it. His eyes could not help but close as if stung by pain. After a brief moment of calm, he handed the battle report to the commander. “The night elves have fought to the last hundred people,” he said softly. “The Queen has already left the palace, leading her trusted guards to the battlefield.”

The commander pursed his lips and picked up the battle report.

He put it down again.

His hands were slightly trembling. To avoid being too obvious, he chose not to read the battle report. He looked down at the sand table and asked, “What instructions does the Queen have?”

The adjutant shook his head and said softly, “Before I left, Her Majesty asked God to bless the continent.”

The commander closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The man beside the wall stood up and said with a determined expression, “We can’t exterminate the entire race. I will go and bring back the night elves.”

“No.” The commander opened his eyes. He stared intensely at the man. “There are no more rotating troops. The night elves are powerful, and the terrain of their defensive positions is quite good. If they remain on the battlefield, they can hold out for a few more days. If they retreat, that stronghold will be empty, and the enemy will march straight into the middle and cut off the entire flank of the large army.”

The man shook his head. “Then I will fill in the gap for the night elves.”

“You still don’t understand!” The commander seemed a little angry. “You must ensure that every time you attack, it will be like thunder, creating enough deterrence. Once you appear in a war of attrition, the enemy will be happy to send all their cannon fodder to you and beg you to kill them.”

“Are you going to watch as the night elves are exterminated?” That time, the man did not compromise and looked calmly into the commander’s eyes.

“Of course not!” The commander pointed decisively to the west side of the sand table with a hopeful look on his face. “As long as the traps are effective, we will have enough people to support the night elves on the flank.”

“How long will the trap need to take effect?” the man asked.

The commander turned to look at the other adjutants.

The adjutants looked at each other, but no one dared to make a sound.

When the commander noticed that, he knocked on the table and asked, “I am asking you, how long will it take?”

The adjutants moved silently.

Finally, one of them could not help but respond, “At least another five days.”

The commander’s face turned ashen.

But there was nothing he could do.

The man beside the wall said dejectedly, “Five days, and the night elves are all dead! I’ve decided; you don’t have to persuade me anymore.”

After saying that, he raised his long staff and walked toward the door.

The commander sat beside the sand table, watching the man walk away. He opened his mouth several times but made no sound.

He was confident that the opposing party would not be as ruthless as he was.

The trap was merely a pretext. In his opinion, the night elves were doomed to extinction. Even if the traps were successful, the additional manpower would be diverted to the more dangerous main battlefield.

As for those on the flanks, he would wait until all of them were dead.

Those military arrangements could not be mentioned casually. Morale would suffer significantly if they were revealed.

As a result, he was powerless to stop the man.

The other party could become the spiritual pillar of the Continental Alliance Army because of his compassionate nature. He would lose his role in the battle if he tried to stop him.

However, as soon as the other side stepped onto the battlefield, things would quickly get worse, right?

The commander’s frown was enough to crush a cockroach.

He watched as the man opened the door and stood rooted to the ground. There was anger and surprise in his voice. “Why are you here?”