Arcane Linguist

Chapter 385 Plane Battlefield Sky Island

In the vast void, a white soft light circulated like a whirlpool, slowly opening a huge white hole.

The white hole that seemed to have existed since the beginning of the world spewed out infinite light, followed by a huge portal that opened up.

Roland and others walked out of it and stepped into this floating island belonging to the world of Xinweila.

A group of people had been waiting there for a long time. When they saw this, they came forward and greeted him one after another.

"Welcome, Lord Roland, to the world of Sinvilla. I am the commander-in-chief of the war zone here, Moxiu Andrew."

The leader of this group of people was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.

He has long golden hair like a lion, and a beard that is as flamboyant as fire, and his whole person seems to be filled with the surging vitality of a monster.

He is none other than Marshal Moshu Andrew, a famous golden knight in the world of Sinvilla.

In the professional system of the world of Xinweila, gold level is equivalent to high level, silver level is equivalent to middle level, and bronze level is equivalent to low level.

Moxiu Andrew can be regarded as the best among the golden knights, so he should be regarded as a ninth-level knight.

"Nice to meet you."

Roland stepped forward and saluted in response.

After a while, Mo Xiu led the guards who came to greet them and took Roland and others back to the camp.

This place is surrounded by a desolate Gobi scene. According to common sense, it is by no means a battleground for military strategists.

But because there was an exit from the plane gate nearby, troops were sent to protect it.

Along the way, Mo Xiu and others enthusiastically introduced the surrounding environment to Roland and his entourage, as well as their deeds in fighting the demons here.

From time to time, you can see the corpses of many abyss demons and monsters lying in the open, with huge craters left scattered everywhere along the way after being attacked by spells and alchemy weapons.

When they arrived at the camp, everyone discovered that it was a simple earthen city surrounded by huge stone walls.

Looking up, everything around him seemed drab and shabby, full of traces of earth magic being hurriedly worked on.

But just looking at the huge high walls and the large-scale terrain transformation results, everyone also understood that these temporary fortifications were very strong, and even high-level mages would not be able to easily shake them.

Before the gate of the plane completely fell, the Abyss Legion had no way to launch larger-scale teleportation spells. They could only take advantage of the surging plane tides to launch new attacks regularly.

However, the current situation may seem calm at first glance, but when the demons actually launch an attack, it will be like a bloody battle in the abyss, with endless troops coming in, and it must be like a stormy sea.

This can be seen from the enemy corpses seen on the road before.

When Roland and others entered the camp, there were many Sinvela soldiers who came to watch after hearing the news.

They clustered on both sides of the passage separated by human walls from the honor guard, with curious expressions on their faces.

"Is that the Archmage from another world? He looks so young."

"I heard he's a big shot from Atrein."

Roland came here to investigate and sit in charge as the arcane committee member.

Just some time ago, he had successfully promoted to the ninth level and had the strength to match his position as an arcanist.

Even in the world of high demons, this is enough to be called a top powerhouse.

Of course, it is impossible to leave such a fighting force idle.

Mo Xiu and others welcomed Roland to the command post in the center of Tucheng. They stood in front of a large, well-made sand table and explained the current situation.

Surrounding this sand table, there is a large fragmented island that looks like a floating island.

Those are the edges of the sky, lands with properties similar to floating stones.

They form one platform after another, connecting to the deeper space beyond.

Roland frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

"Why does it look like the island in the center is shattering?"

"There is no way. Although those demons are chaotic and brainless, many of the abyss lords and demon commanders from hell know our role in guarding here.

They are consciously using an army far larger than ours to break up and encroach on the surrounding floating islands bit by bit, effectively blocking the scope of their activities.

You see, these light spots around us are the holes in the void that we have marked where enemies have appeared in the past. Many places could have been landed and defended, but without a platform to carry them, it became difficult to project troops.

Simply relying on the wizard's flying skills or riding a flying mount is still not as down-to-earth as possible. "

Mo Xiu pointed at the mung bean-sized light spots one after another around the sand table. They were three-dimensional map marks condensed there with magical power.

Roland took a look and found that those places were indeed suitable for the enemy to project troops.

The plane tide has brought about conditions for convenient teleportation, and has also corroded the time and space here to create the exit of the wormhole. Coupled with a slight amount of magical power guidance, a targeted attack can be launched effectively.

However, Roland is not a member of the military. He is here only for visits and research, as well as to observe the war.

Therefore, after briefly chatting with Mo Xiu for a while, he began to make work arrangements for his own mission.

This time he did not come alone, but brought with him a large army of officers and diplomatic corps, each performing their own duties.

That night, Roland came to a nearby stronghold more than 500 kilometers away, on the edge of the entire floating island, to visit the team from Reiner's world.

After they came to the dimensional battlefield here, they were organized into the 108th Legion of the Alliance, the "Lena Legion", and controlled one side alone.

"Sir Roland, the garrison we assigned is in the southeastern corner of the big island, with a length of about a hundred kilometers. It is responsible for the number 0748-0788, 3 large wormholes, 12 medium wormholes and 25 small wormholes. , a total of 40 wormhole defenses.

Among them, the caliber level of 37 large underground wormholes is not high and cannot accommodate the passage of high-level demons or other alien creatures. The number of troops that can be delivered must be limited. Only those 3 need real attention.

Of course, as a legion-level station, it can't really be like going on an outing without any challenges.

There are many small wormholes with tiny diameters scattered around these wormholes, which may also deliver many low-level soldiers. The overall scale and intensity of the war ranks in the middle of all battlefields. "

After Roland briefly understood the basic situation, he was very satisfied.

"This is a good place to earn battle achievements and explode materials!"

The caliber of the wormhole is limited, so the probability of encountering a powerful enemy must be very low.

There are many other small-caliber gaps, which ensures a large number of enemy troops and makes war reports easy to write...

From time to time, troops can also be trained alternately. From recruits to veterans to elite troops, they all have their own places to go.

Moreover, the large wormholes that the three of them needed to pay attention to were at a moderate distance. They would not be so close that the enemy forces would have the opportunity to launch a joint attack and form a large offensive, nor would they be scattered throughout the defense line, forcing them to disperse their forces and fight independently.

The Reiner Corps arranged its station near the large wormhole in the middle, so that it can radiate its troops to the surrounding areas at any time to complete the defense of the entire line of defense.

What's even better is that there are no other friendly forces around to interfere. At most, there are threats from some fish-belly legions and small and medium-sized wormholes.

After Roland learned about this situation, he nodded repeatedly.

Friends who often fight at war know that sometimes friendly forces are the biggest threat.

No matter how safe and reliable our side is, it will not be able to withstand the uneven quality of the surrounding alliance armies from other planes. It is entirely possible to encounter one or a group of scammers who are going with the wind or against the wind.

It is not easy to avoid this potential threat. "This is all thanks to your dignity, Mr. Roland. If it hadn't been for the high-level greetings, we wouldn't have been assigned such a good job."

The commander-in-chief of the legion, Nalando from the East Lena Mage Tower and the tower guarding force, said happily.

"Yeah, my face..."

Roland was slightly emotional.

"The 40 wormholes guarding here and the total of more than 300 nearby allied forces seem to be a lot, but in fact, the possibility of something going wrong is not high.

It's just a matter of working harder and killing the enemy steadily.

But Nalando, have you ever thought about what you got in exchange for this?

Is it really just my face? "

"Ok?"

Nalando was slightly startled.

“This is actually in exchange for the overall interests of the entire situation and all lines of defense.

The so-called thief of virtue is such a vulgar person, hypocritical and deceiving the world, and being obedient to please. "

Roland's expression gradually became serious and he warned Nalando.

"What I want is just to prevent you from becoming cannon fodder, from encountering a bloody battle and being wiped out when you come up. I don't want to see you be content with the status quo and just focus on reaping the benefits of victory.

Therefore, in addition to the coalition forces' request to hold this line of defense, I still have some special tasks to give you. "

"Please give me your instructions."

Nalando stood at attention solemnly.

Roland said: "Train elite soldiers, train strong men, and undertake enough war research and tactical practice projects!

Don't let down this great location and this great job! "

Roland believes that there are always some people in this world who deceive others and harm public interests.

In his previous life, he admired those open source technology masters in the IT world and despised all kinds of bugs that hindered social development.

Why are there so many technical masters in Northern Europe?

Tracing back to its roots, it lies in the accumulation of the industrial revolution and the plunder in the colonial era, which created educational advantages and the foundation of a high-welfare society.

Many technologies are beyond the reach of hard-working workers. They require perseverance and decades of investment without any regard for return.

Roland once imagined that if he was born with wealth and freedom and could devote all his time and energy to hobbies other than making a living, he might be able to make a huge contribution to the world.

He has never been an egalitarian. He never minds taking advantage of those close to him, nor does he mind allowing some knowledgeable and capable mages to grow up.

But I absolutely cannot see those people abandoning learning and growth.

"If virtue is not matched, there will be disaster, so take care of yourself."

Nalando listened to this warning with some confusion, seeming to understand.

For a non-spellcaster like him, it is still somewhat difficult to understand this Siris language.

But after Roland finished beating him, he didn't care anymore.

After all, the other person is an adult, so just stop there.

He came outside and found that a group of people had rushed back after hearing the news, including the legion leader who had been patrolling outside.

One of the handsome, burly young men caught his attention.

Roland looked at the man and vaguely felt that his face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had seen him before.

"who's that person?"

"Sir Roland, that is Master Doto Jonis of the Jonis Legion. He is the eldest son of Captain Jonis!"

The person next to him was waiting for him to ask and quickly answered.

"I see, I've seen him before."

Roland then remembered that he knew him, but he was too forgetful to pay much attention to his name.

So, he smiled and waved.

Under everyone's envious, jealous and complicated eyes, Doto Jonis strode forward, half-knelt on the ground with excitement, saluted and said: "I have met Mr. Roland!"

"Dotuo, I remember you must be 20 years old. What level of cultivation have you reached?"

Roland watched the other party stand up with a smile on his face, standing there energetically waiting for him to ask, and said with interest.

"Your Excellency, I am now a fourth-level warrior!"

Doto said proudly.

"That's pretty good."

Roland nodded with satisfaction.

Doto is also considered a second-generation noble. He was born after Jonis and others were knighted and married the daughter of noble Reiner.

Judging from the current performance, at least the ability is quite good.

Hearing Roland's compliment, Doto grinned.

After a while, Wei An, Pamir and others also returned from patrol.

In fact, they had received the news a long time ago, but they still completed their tasks in a down-to-earth manner and did not rush to greet them.

Roland was equally satisfied with this.

"You are now in a critical period of promotion to a higher level. Perhaps, experiencing the war experience here can help you succeed."

Next, Roland continued to meet with some people he knew or didn't know, most of whom were pro-alliances from Reiner's world.

Of course, he also understands the principle of "don't put all eggs in one basket", and there are many tower mages among them who are included in the spectator group and envoys.

He did not let these people stay, but took them back to the base camp in Tucheng.

To put it bluntly, Duotuo, Wei An, Pamir and others on Nalando's side were all wiped out...

At least he also has the Holy Inquisition Knights, the Tower Guarding Mage Group, the Blood Eagle Warriors, and the armed forces formed by members of other schools!

The arrangements there are mainly based on the factions associated with Jonis and others, and are one of the pawns in his many plans.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly came to the floating island under the night.

They rushed into Mo Xiu's tent aggressively and argued: "Why should we give our previous defense section to the Reiner Army and drive us to another place!

Commander Andrew, give us a reasonable explanation! "

Moxiu Andrew was embarrassed: "This... this...

It’s not called rushing, it’s called adjusting, adjusting…”

“I don’t understand this bullshit adjustment!

You'd better give us an explanation! "

(End of this chapter)