Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 160 Summer Turns into Winter

"I knew it!" Quentin scoffed. "Who but an Ammunition would do something like this? It's utterly shameless!"

If werewolves take over Durag, they will definitely spread the werewolf curse wildly. The birth of every werewolf will inevitably be accompanied by killing, and thousands or even tens of thousands of people may die.

Moreover, werewolves do not produce anything, are difficult to control, and will run around aimlessly when they are hungry or thirsty, making them even more annoying than the plague.

Anser wasn't angry. He tapped the table and pondered, "The timing is wrong. The Ammu's actions... are a bit late. If the werewolves launch their attack in the middle of the night, the Ammu will definitely be too late."

The Am military camp was more than 30 kilometers away from Dulag. The 2,000-strong armored force moved slowly, and it was already dark before they had gone halfway.

Moreover, darkness is unsuitable for combat, humans lack night vision, and many suffer from night blindness.

"Perhaps they were afraid we would seal off the city, so they waited until the werewolves had finished their infiltration before taking action," Quentin speculated.

Elise crossed her arms and leaned back on the sofa, scoffing, "Perhaps both sides have their own agendas, distrust each other, and are using each other. The Ammun want to wait for the werewolves to be exposed so as to weaken both the werewolves and us."

The werewolves wanted the Ammunition to make the first move, to help them tie down the Alliance's main force. I bet the werewolves won't make a move tonight.

“That makes sense.” Anser nodded slightly.

If it's just a matter of lurking for one night, the werewolf leader can let as many werewolves as possible infiltrate, regardless of their elite status.

“We can’t wait. The Ammun are outside the city. We must deal with the werewolves first.” Salian had seen werewolves and knew how terrifying they were.

"Have the people from Emerald Garden arrived?" Anser looked at Quentin, who had been focused on controlling the Arcane Eye and was unaware of the situation.

“They’re all here.” Quentin stood up. “Should I go call Karisa and Macaria?”

“Call all members of parliament and elite professionals here.”

"it is good."

Soon, a series of hurried footsteps sounded downstairs, and a group of people filed in.

Graham, Giant Tail, Karisa, Macaria...

The Emerald Garden and the Philo Mercenary Group each have three elite professionals, while the Federation is suffering from a shortage of talent. Excluding Anser and the people he brought, there are only Quentin, Graham, and Elise.

The Grand Master of the Jacqueline Knights was also an elite professional, a middle-aged man named Austin, taciturn, holding his helmet, with a serious expression.

When Anser first saw him take off his helmet, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Jacquelineburg always subtly reveals its strength, standing out as the dominant force among the fallen factions of the Federation. No wonder Elise can do whatever she wants with ease.

“The situation is urgent, so I won’t go into detail about everyone. Let’s discuss it and make a big move today.” Anser picked up a pen and paper and began planning the operation from the sketch.

He discovered a total of nineteen groups of werewolves, but there were only thirteen elite professionals among them.

Emerald Court dealt with three groups of werewolves, Philo Mercenary Group took care of three groups, and still had the capacity to support other combat groups, so the pressure wasn't too great.

The Jacqueline Knights, numbering over seventy, were divided into three teams, led by Elise and Grand Master Austin. They easily defeated the three groups of werewolves.

The guard consisted of more than 300 men, with several squads left to guard the city gates and the confederation, while also maintaining order.

This time, more than 200 people were mobilized, divided into six teams of 40 people each. The four team leaders were all low-level professionals, and each team was accompanied by an elite professional or several level 4 professionals. Taking down the werewolves should not result in too many casualties.

The Federation has many Level 4 professionals. The three councilors, Sheriff Pardo, Careno, Colin and others were dispersed to the weaker teams to make up for their lack of combat power.

But there are only fifteen combat teams, four more are needed.

However, Anser did not split up the team, and the difference between being a little short and being far short is significant. Insufficient combat power could lead to excessive casualties, and the escape of werewolves would have an even more serious impact.

Of the remaining four groups of werewolves, three hadn't found shelter and had huddled together. He decided to take care of them himself, eliminating them all at once, and leaving the last group to Elise, who had the best mobility.

"Captain Gianttail, Vice-Captains Colin and Finn, lead four squads of guards. Target: South Gate, Point One residential area. Remember the location..."

"Second Captain, Councilor Die Luo; Vice Captains Pardo and Careno; South Gate Point Two..."

"..." "Remember, don't hesitate, don't be merciful, eliminate the target as quickly as possible, support neighboring teams, and deal with other werewolves who might be exposed!"

"understand……"

Anser assigned tasks one by one, and after determining the location and time, he sent each team to the training ground to organize their ranks and be ready to depart at any time.

A few minutes later, squads of fully armed soldiers left the Federation, their expressions tense, heading straight for their respective targets.

"The Ammun are here, don't wander around outside unless you have to..."

"Curfew begins after dark; taverns are not allowed to operate..."

"No trouble allowed, everyone go home..."

"..."

With too many guards and knights to conceal their movements, they simply walked openly along the street, pretending to be preparing for battle and maintaining order.

Those who are farther away should go first, while those who are closer should set off later, so as not to stay around the target point for too long and arouse the werewolves' suspicion.

It was 5 p.m., more than two hours before dark, and one hour before the agreed-upon time for the operation.

Wearing a cloak, Elise mingled with the knights and headed straight for the North District.

Anser rode Nornos alone to the West District. He was dressed in a magnificent suit, which was very eye-catching, but no one suspected anything, because this new president often appeared in the West District.

'Every day is filled with endless worries.'

Previously, he was just one of the survivors after a disaster; now, he must prevent disasters from happening again, a completely different challenge.

The werewolf provides a lot of combat experience, but he prefers to grind monsters outside the city. He feels restricted in the city, and at least he doesn't dare to use fireball spells with fire attributes.

Most of the buildings in Durag are made of wood; a single fireball could burn down half the street.

The three groups of werewolves gathered behind the Hunter's Guild's warehouse, which was originally a storage yard for miscellaneous goods. Now, the Hunter's Guild used it to house refugees, turning it into a refugee camp.

The Hunter's Guild has cheap workers available, and refugees can often eat animal offal, so it's a win-win situation.

As they approached the refugee camp, a stench filled their nostrils, and swarms of mosquitoes swarmed everywhere. Nornos snorted, his eyes filled with disgust.

The werewolves lived in a dilapidated wooden hut on the very edge of the refugee camp, covered with an old tarpaulin. To avoid being exposed, they deliberately stayed away from the crowd.

“Mr. Anser?” At the warehouse entrance, a man covered in blood looked at Anser in surprise.

Anser turned his head and recognized him at a glance—the warehouse manager who had once sold him a warehouse full of game.

"It's me, and you're doing the work yourself?"

"You really are the president?" The man leaned closer, his face filled with disbelief, and murmured, "I told other people, but they didn't believe me..."

Just as Anser was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a figure flying up from the North District, surrounded by ten miniature meteors that were bombarding the area below.

"Something's happening!"

Elise made her move ahead of time!

The agreed-upon time for the operation is 6:00 PM, but if the situation changes, it will be launched immediately, signaled by a meteor or fireworks.

Anser no longer hesitated, his magic surged, and his mind locked onto the dilapidated wooden house dozens of meters away, causing the elemental magic orb to shine brightly.

""

"Innate Spells" + "Super Magic: Powerful, Transformation" + "Fireball - Cold"!
With a powerful dragon's cry, a bright flash shot from his fingertip and instantly crashed into the dilapidated wooden hut on the edge of the refugee camp, unleashing a chilling force as if from hell itself.

White mist filled the air, water froze into ice, and frost covered the area within a dozen meters around the dilapidated wooden house, turning the height of summer into the depths of winter!

(End of this chapter)