The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 685 Reorganization of the Legion
"Mixed? One wizard is responsible for the blessing of ten heroic spirits?"

Elt looked at the order from the headquarters and felt that the superiors were crazy.

Although his legion was badly damaged, and he was only the leader of a wizard legion, and was not as well-informed as the headquarters, he was sure that all the legions in this world would not be much better than his.

Before entering this world, the number of his legions was about 10,000, not counting his followers and slaves. But after entering this world and starting the war, the number of his legions never returned to this number.

The reinforcements from above are never enough, this is the norm on the battlefield, and all wizards who participated in the war accepted this.

But these are all reasons to abandon the Wizarding Corps.

The wizard corps is a war strategy that has evolved over tens of thousands of years since the beginning of the pioneering period. Although the Truth Parliament has continuously changed the organization of the wizard corps, it has added a large number of dependents and slaves to the wizard corps as auxiliary troops.

But the core of the Wizarding Corps, the Parliament of Truth, has never changed.

But now, the headquarters actually ordered him to break up the legion and serve as an auxiliary unit to assist a group of heroic legions.

What kind of great wizard did the higher-ups send over here? Even the General Staff couldn't persuade him.

"No, this is ridiculous. I have to find out what's going on."

Elt grabbed the order in his hand, turned around and walked out of the barracks.

He had to figure out whether he had offended a certain staff officer of the headquarters, so he was deliberately punished. Otherwise, how could such a ridiculous order be carried out?
But as soon as he stepped out of the barracks, his communication crystal ball began to vibrate. He took a look and saw that the person requesting the communication was his old friend Lyle.

Both of them are old wizards who participated in the war in the early stages. After so many years of war, as long as too many of these old guys did not die, they basically all got the position of legion commander.

After the communication was connected, before Elt could speak, Lyle heard unbelievable news from the crystal ball.

"Elter, have you received the order? The higher-ups are going to dismantle my legion!"

The old friend's voice made Elt fall into silence. It seemed that this was not just a small action caused by personal grudges. The higher-ups really intended to dismantle their incomplete legions.

"Got it, Lyle." Elt replied calmly, "The higher-ups want to split up the legion and use it as auxiliary units for a group of heroic spirits."

"Elter, this is fucking ridiculous! If he wanted to reorganize the legion, I could understand it. But he wants to disband the legion!"

Lyle's voice was surprisingly loud, but it forced Elt to hold the crystal ball farther away.

"Okay, Lyle, keep your voice down. Go find out whose corps has been split up. I'll go ask my friends at the General Staff what the nature of this split up corps is. I hope it's not the cancellation of the number organization."

Elt said, ending the communication, his eyes filled with worry.

As an old wizard who has been born for the wizard civilization for hundreds of years, it would be really disheartening if he, the legion commander, became an idler just because of the above sentence.

Lowering his head, Elt found a communication number in the crystal ball. After the call was connected, an old voice sounded from the crystal ball.

"I knew you would ask me, Elt. There are many legions like you."

"I know." Elt replied calmly.

"But I want to know what this adaptation means."

"What does it mean?" The voice on the other side of the crystal ball paused for a moment, then replied in a tone of sudden enlightenment, "You mean the number compilation issue?"

"Correct."

"Your numbers still exist, and your organization still exists. The current split is just the commander-in-chief's wish to verify whether his idea is correct."

"You mean...experiments?"

As an old wizard, Elt was keenly aware of the implication of this sentence.

"Yes, the commander-in-chief believes that his army of heroes will show quite good combat effectiveness with the assistance of witchcraft. This combat effectiveness is even comparable to that of the wizard army."

"He is absolutely crazy...didn't you try to persuade him?"

"I have advised him, but this commander-in-chief is not like the previous one who came out of the laboratory. If you don't know his resume, he would just look like an old commander who has experienced many battles."

Elt raised his eyebrows, he heard a strange emotion in these words.

"Were you persuaded by him?"

"...Yes, I am convinced. His data seems impeccable, and his ideas are very...'ahead of the times'.

We don’t know if this is the fantasy of a madman, but I don’t think so.”

Elt was silent.

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

"No, thank you Abel. If I can come back alive, I will definitely invite you to the Pearl Deep Sea World."

"Hahaha, I'm recording it, don't regret it later."

"No regrets, definitely."

After the call ended, Elt took out a pipe from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath. As the stimulant entered his alveoli and then circulated through his blood into his brain, his thinking became faster and faster.

"The experiment...what bad luck."

Although Elt was very worried about this reorganization, when he knew that the organization and number still existed, he knew that this decision could not be taken back. If the number organization was not cancelled, it meant that this was just a temporary organization adjustment during the war, which was the same operation as the reorganization of the legion.

After the world war, if he, the legion leader, is still alive, he can still rebuild the legion. The members of the old legion can also join the new legion and become the backbone.

Therefore, even if they reported this matter to the military, it would not make sense at all.

Buzz-buzz-

Elt's crystal ball vibrated again. He looked down and saw that the person requesting the communication was none other than Lyle, who was inquiring about changing the Legion.

Communication is connected.

"Elt, there are more than 40 legions like us. Basically, all legions with less than 5,000 people have received the notice."

"Yes." Elt responded calmly, "I understand. The staff said that the organizational numbers will be retained. This is a temporary organizational adjustment during the war."

"Temporary staffing adjustment? But this..."

"Hold on, Lyle," Elt interrupted. "We are soldiers, and a soldier's duty is to obey orders. The orders from above are reasonable and legal, so all we have to do is obey them.

Do you feel that the military court's investigation does not apply to you?"

Elt's warning made Lyle stop talking. After a long time, Lyle's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

"I see. Old friend, shall we go and see those heroic spirits?"

Elt tapped his pipe and said softly, "Of course, they are our future comrades."

……

"How do the legion commanders below react?"

In front of the map, Richard asked Abel beside him casually.

The mixed army was an unprecedented attempt. In the past army organization changes, wizards were undoubtedly the main force. But now, wizards have become auxiliary units, which may be unacceptable to many wizards.

Abel bowed his head slightly: "Some of them don't understand, but they are all qualified soldiers, they will obey."

Richard smiled and said, "A battlefield is indeed not a good place for experiments. It's normal that you don't understand. Have you got the witchcraft you asked for?"

Abel paused and replied, "We have arrived, but, Commander-in-Chief, is your behavior really not against the rules?"

Since the beginning of the war, the wizard's war merit system has developed rapidly. After hundreds of years of development, the war merit system has evolved from the initial supplies and some knowledge to a level where as long as you have war merits, you can basically exchange for anything.

Needless to say, Richard's military achievements were numerous. He found a few very useful witchcrafts in the military merit exchange list and exchanged them for them, intending to directly promote them to the hybrid legion.

"If I spread it directly, it would be against the rules," Richard said calmly, "but how much effort do you think it would take for me to use the knowledge in it to come up with a new one?"

As a five-ring wizard, although Richard's knowledge of elemental magic is slightly weaker than that of the great wizards of the school of evocation, it is still very easy for him to perform some skin-covering magic.

Hearing his commander-in-chief speak so fearlessly, Abel didn't know what to say for a moment.

The great wizard is willing to improve witchcraft and promote it to the legion free of charge. Even if a wizard from the Ministry of Justice comes, he has to say that he is a great man and does a righteous thing.

In the past, Abel had seen great wizards who cared about lower-level wizards, but Abel could feel that the care of these great wizards was "high above".

They are concerned with the lower class of wizards as a whole, rather than the specific individuals who represent this group.

In other words, they can care for low-level wizards while treating them as consumables.

These are necessary sacrifices.

Abel didn't think there was anything wrong with this. The battlefield was cruel, and the trolley problem was never a problem in the eyes of battlefield commanders.

If he were put in that position, he would do the same.

But Richard gave him a different feeling.

Richard seemed very utilitarian. When discussing with them, he could calmly call the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people caused by the failure a necessary sacrifice.

But it was also Richard who, after overwhelming the staff, would discuss how to allow more wizards to survive if they failed.

Richard doesn't care about the lower-level wizards as a whole, but he cares about each individual one.

"Hey, Abel, what are you daydreaming about?"

Abel came back to his senses and bowed his head apologetically to Richard.

"My lord, I was a little distracted. Your spell model will be here soon, and I have to arrange the details of the mix now."

Richard nodded.

"Go ahead and do it. If you're too tired, just meditate for a while after you're done. The command center can still function without you."

Abel smiled and responded softly, "Yes, Commander-in-Chief."

(End of this chapter)