The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 686: Giving Up Micromanagement Is a Kind of Wisdom

The Mayfly attack came just as Richard had expected.

According to the news from the front line, Galaxy Mayfly has deployed ten level 3.5 battle groups this time.
Two of the battle groups tried to cut off the wizard's northern salient, and four battle groups attacked from the center, trying to continue to stretch the front. Four battle groups attacked in the south, but the intensity of the attack was not high and seemed to be just a diversion.

The battle groups of mayflies are divided into five levels, from level 1 to level 4. Level 4 is a virtual reference, representing the mayflies of the entire world, so the highest level of the battle group is level 3.5.

And these ten level three and a half battle groups are almost equivalent to one hundred level three battle groups. If all these battle groups are fully staffed, the total number of mayflies dispatched should reach one billion.

This was also the first time that Richard felt so intuitively the predicament of wizard civilization on the battlefield.

"One billion... this is not even the full strength."

Li looked at the information analyzed by the General Staff and couldn't help but rubbed his brows.

"Mayfly must have a considerable number of reserve forces. Even if we follow the best estimate and the entire Mayfly army is sent out this time, the Galaxy Mayfly will have at least 1.3 billion combatants.

Moreover, the war has been going on for such a long time that their hatchery has probably been completed and put into production.

That is to say, if we leave them alone, the number will continue to increase.

Great Wizard of the Purifying Fire, you really left me a 'good situation'."

But complaining is complaining, the situation is already like this, and complaining more will not change the situation at all. Richard can only do his best to prevent the situation from getting worse.

But...what else can he do besides sending more troops?

To put it bluntly, if he relied on the wizard army, he would basically have no chance of taking the initiative to attack.

Hundreds of thousands of elite wizards are Richard's insurance and must not be used lightly. And relying on those filler wizards...

"Ugh."

Richard sighed helplessly.

After learning about the education those line-filling wizards had received, Richard had no hope for their ability to launch a frontal attack.

Six years of basic quality improvement and general education, and three years of orthodox wizard education. This is all the education a fill-in wizard can receive.

This is even easier than creating a knight in the mortal world.

Even so, the Parliament of Truth still felt that it was not fast enough. According to the news that Richard heard from Jimmy, the Institute of Creation and Evolution of the Constitutional Corona is currently researching a potion with no side effects or minimal side effects to accelerate the growth of mortal children.

It is too late for a five-year-old to receive education nowadays. If growth can be accelerated, the wizard civilization will be able to produce more wizards before the arrival of the Dharma Ending Age.

This is of great significance for surviving the Dharma Ending Age.

But from Richard's point of view, this was just a temporary solution.

Wizards who have received this kind of education can no longer be called wizards, they are just oversized wizard apprentices. Even if there are more wizards like this, they are just puffy.

The crude education allowed them to cast spells, but that was all they could do. They were not old enough to be able to skillfully control magic, which meant that joint spellcasting would be difficult, and legionary witchcraft would be even more difficult.

Unable to cast spells jointly and without knowledge of legion witchcraft, this kind of wizard legion would be considered a joke if it were told about in the era of plane expeditions.

Even the newly established White Wizard Academy and the White Wizard Corps it formed were not like this.

"I hope my experiment will be successful." Richard muttered to himself.

If the hybrid legion's idea could succeed, then these filling-in wizards would at least have the ability to attack.

"Commander-in-chief, there's a call from the Northern Theater Joint Command." Abel came to Richard and whispered, "They want to ask for instructions on the next action to prevent your grand plan from being disrupted."

"Big plan?" Richard laughed. "I only have one direction. How can there be any big plan?"

"So what do you mean?" Abel asked tentatively.

Richard waved his hand and said, "Let them do what they want. All I ask is that we preserve as much manpower as possible."

Abel's face straightened: "Yes."

……

Northern Theater Joint Command

"…Your army is under the full command of your department. The headquarters only requires one thing: to minimize the loss of personnel."

Looking at the instructions given by the command center, Tolia rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken.

"Have those guys at the headquarters changed their temper?"

Next to Tolia, a wizard wearing a black robe and looking like a tree man said in surprise.

"God knows, the Great Wizard of the Purifying Fire died, and the headquarters must have sent a new Great Wizard. This might be what the new Great Wizard meant." An undead wizard said. He sat opposite Tolia, and the pale soul fire in his eye sockets kept jumping while he spoke.

"It must be Master Richard's idea."

On the left of the necromancer, an alchemical wizard whose entire body had been transformed into an alchemical machine spoke.

"Master Richard? Watt, do you know this new great wizard?" The alchemy wizard called Watt sounded helpless.

"Don't you guys care about the change of the commander-in-chief? Our current boss is from the same era as us, Master Richard, who created the small floating city back then."

After hearing this introduction, several old wizards instantly knew who Richard was.

"That Master Richard!" Tolia said in surprise, "I remember that the master disappeared. How come he is now..."

The red light in Watt's eyes flickered.

"Only God knows. All we need to know now is that this master is a very smart man. He has seen that preserving the land is useless and that preserving people is the right thing to do.

And…he doesn’t micromanage.”

After hearing Watt's last words, the wizards present were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed.

"Yeah, in fact, nothing else matters, as long as you don't interfere in the battlefield." The Treeman Wizard said, "Not everyone has the talent of the Great Wizard of the Sword of Victory, who can easily command the battlefield even if they are thousands of kilometers apart."

Hearing the treeman wizard mention the great wizard of the Sword of Victory, several wizards nodded in agreement.

The Great Wizard of the Sword of Victory was a rising star among wizards of this era. If one were to compare his brilliance, his position among the lower-level wizards was roughly equivalent to Richard's position among the alchemy wizards.

Any wizard legion is willing to join the Grand Wizard of the Sword of Victory because he can always bring them victory.

But there are always some great wizards who think they can do it too, and try to imitate the micro-management of the Great Wizard of Sword of Victory.

The result was that the wizards on the front line suffered heavy casualties, making the wizards' already limited military forces even more stretched.

"Master Richard is worthy of being the one who created the small floating city. His wisdom and rationality far exceed those of ordinary wizards." The necromancer sighed, "If the Great Wizard of Purifying Fire had Master Richard's rationality, he would not have perished together with the Mayfly King."

"The person is gone, why are you still talking about this?"

Tolia waved her hand and stood up.

“Since the headquarters has given us the power to command freely, the rest of the war depends on us.

Joint defense circle plan, activate it."

……

Boom!

Endless fireballs exploded in the air, creating ripples on the Mayflies' combined energy barrier.

In the sky, the wizard's aerial combat corps constantly fought against the mayflies. After absorbing the forerunner technology, the wizard's technology also greatly improved.

The small metal balls flying around the big metal sphere are the cores of the Forerunner crystal floating cannons. These floating cannons have good attack and are also capable of joint casting. Through special training, wizards can even control these metal floating cannons to achieve the effect of a mayfly battle group.

The floating cannons gathered together and turned into a huge spell-like model. Then there was a white lightning that almost pierced the sky, instantly breaking through the energy barrier of the mayflies and electrocuting thousands of mayflies into charcoal.

In retaliation, beams of light shot out from the Mayfly battle group like rain, and each beam corresponded to a metal floater.

But the moment after the lightning was fired, the wizard had already controlled the floating gun to dodge. The floating gun, which can move in three dimensions, is the most troublesome enemy for any non-tracking attack.

A huge rain of light fell, like a meteor shower. But after this rainstorm, only some of the metal floating guns were destroyed, and most of them could continue to fight.

So a new round of battle began.

On the ground, a huge group of horned mayflies rushed towards the fortresses like a tide. Behind them were groups of hunter mayflies, which had magic-hating shells. Whether in terms of strength, speed, reaction or coordination, they were far superior to ordinary wizards. They were the nightmare of almost all solitary wizards.

"The ground trap is released."

Following the command of the position commander, runes suddenly lit up under the feet of the horned mayflies near the fortress group, and then the ground with a width of more than 500 meters and a length of more than 10 kilometers suddenly turned into mud.

Even though horned mayflies have wings that allow them to fly short distances, a large number of them still fell to the ground after this sudden attack.

But this is just the beginning.

A sudden energy fluctuation came from the soft mud on the ground, and the mud quickly hardened, instantly solidifying the horned mayfly trapped in it.

Then, the saturation witchcraft from the fortress group fell on the cluster, and tens of thousands of horned mayflies were turned into ashes because of the trap.

In the war fortress, young faces looked at the insect swarms in the distance through the observation ports, either with fear or anger. Under their control, the alchemical turrets were like angry dragons, constantly venting their anger.

But even with a saturated witchcraft attack, there are still some that slip through the net.

Half of the carapace of a horned mayfly was carbonized, but it still charged forward. With a "bang", the horned mayfly suddenly exerted its strength, and its magic-breaking horn pierced into the wall of the fortress.

But this collision also exhausted his last bit of strength

Before he died, a low cry came from his vocal organs.

"All for Mayflies!"

(End of this chapter)