Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

The moment Roland focused his mental energy here, he understood the rules.

He was replacing Amoboze, the commander of the Southern Empire during the Civil War ten thousand years ago. A third-circle wizard, he was a specialist in war magic and skilled at strengthening war legions.

Roland looked at the cards in his hand. The Empire was the initiator of the war and had the advantage in the early stages. Currently, he had a knight legion, a slave legion, a wizard legion, and a dwarf troop.

Roland looked towards the horizon, where an endless canyon came into view.

This war is the Battle of the Amethyst Canyon, a canyon forcibly severed by Douglas, the strongest being in the wizarding world, with the aim of delaying the Southern Empire and buying time for the Truth Alliance to reorganize its military.

"A legion?"

Roland looked at the battle report in his hand. According to the information, the number of troops in the Truth Alliance was only a quarter of that of the Empire, and it was not a complete army group, but a legion composed of various troops mixed together.

"All troops, attack!"

Roland didn't waste any time and directly used Amoboze's enhancement spell to strengthen the Knights Legion.

War magic originated from ancient ritual magic. As a commander on one of the southern empire's fronts, Amoboze's magic greatly enhances his soldiers.

"Rapid March... Mana Regeneration Enhancement..."

Rapid March is a first-level group war spell that grants the knightly legion a magical wind, making them as light as swallows and greatly increasing their speed.

Mana Regeneration Enhancement is a third-level group war spell that can suddenly break through the upper limit of the mana regeneration speed of a wizarding army.

After the two war spells were cast, the knight legion and the wizard legion were respectively bathed in a layer of turquoise and light blue magical light.

The next moment, riders riding griffins took off against the wind and flew towards the other side of the canyon with lightning speed.

Meanwhile, the wizards in the wizard legion began to use their unique abilities. Those in the earth element started constructing a passage, hoping to build a marching route across this boundless canyon.

Wizards of other elements then began a magical exchange.

The slave legion was preparing for battle in the rear. According to the information Roland had learned, the magic of the Mind School in this era seemed to be immature, and their control over the slave legion was not yet at the point of absolute obedience.

Therefore, allowing these slaves to attack indiscriminately could very well result in them attacking their own people.

After the war began...

As Roland had predicted, the Truth Alliance was severely understaffed, and its defensive lines in Amethyst Canyon showed signs of collapse from the very beginning of the battle.

However, despite their apparent collapse, the legion under Roland's command did not break down. For some reason, no matter how fiercely Roland attacked, the legion under Morrow's command did not collapse and continued to defend desperately.

With losses exceeding one-third, Roland immediately dispatched the slave legion that was preparing for battle in the rear, ready to crush the enemy at once.

"Junior..." a voice rang out from across the canyon: "This isn't how you fight a war."

Roland looked puzzled and glanced at the battlefield: "Why do you say that, Senior Moro? Right now, I only need to add a few more troops, and the Truth Alliance's defenses will completely collapse."

Moro's voice came again: "If it were that simple, why was the Alliance of Truth the victor in this battle in the history of the wizarding world?"

Although Roland knew this history, he didn't know much about the details, after all, he had only been a third-class wizard apprentice for a month.

"Please enlighten me... Senior Moro!" Roland bowed and asked for guidance.

Moro appeared beside Roland, now appearing as a middle-aged man in a white wizard's robe.

Kolomo Fagan, a architect, specializes in earth elemental golems.

In an instant, Roland saw the information that the other party represented at this moment.

"War is never about having more or fewer people!"

"Especially for wizards..." Senior Moro waved his hand, and the next moment, earth-yellow elemental particles boiled over on the ground, and giant golems made entirely of earth elements rose up from the earth.

"The war among wizards is a war of information, junior. You still have a lot to learn."

The tide of war turned rapidly. With the front lines proving impasse, Roland looked at the slave army behind him and said, "Senior... I still have a slave army, but how much magic power do you possess?"

"Besides, do you have enough men to launch a counterattack?"

In the blink of an eye, a bridge spanning a kilometer across the Amethyst Canyon was completed by Roland's wizarding army.

"All troops, attack!" Roland commanded the last legion of slaves, letting them unleash their true nature.

Moro smiled but said nothing, instead continuing to mobilize his troops and begin the counterattack.

In a short while, the two seemed to be playing chess, casting spells back and forth in the sky and maneuvering their troops.

The prolonged siege had failed, and the casualties were heavy. The Truth Alliance's will to resist was clearly greater than Roland had anticipated, which was a key factor in their victory in that great battle.

Moro said in a deep voice, "In this sand table simulation, although it seems that the Southern Empire has the advantage, possessing a far greater number of legions than the Truth Alliance and the strongest wizards."

"But in reality, in the true history of the wizarding world, the Southern Empire's legions were actually severely overrated in the early stages of the war."

"Their policies initially favored the small number of noble wizards who controlled the country, with very little regard for the commoner wizards and knights within the legions."

"This is one of the reasons why your legions have been unable to break through for so long!"

The war was at a stalemate, and Roland's morale was on the verge of collapse. Moro spoke up, saying, "Junior, it seems you still have a lot to learn in the study of war."

Roland nodded, not annoyed. He simply manipulated his mental power in a deep voice, forcibly dispatching the dwarf army to advance the alchemical cannons from their original rear base to the edge of the canyon.

"What if I force an exchange of injuries?"

Roland pointed at the magic cannon and said, "Don't ask about casualties, only ask about the result!"

"I can use a large number of magical projectiles to unleash a barrage on your defensive zone."

"Furthermore, since your legion and my troops have become entangled in this process, it is obviously difficult to form a strong counterattack and take defensive measures."

"My strike will surely break through your defenses and secure the final victory."

Moro, whose face had been brimming with confidence, suddenly looked surprised and clapped his hands in praise, saying, "Great idea!"

"Following your line of thinking... my troops will immediately be in dire straits."

"If we disregard the real-world implications and consider only the sand table simulation, you did indeed take a risky tactic to win this game."

"It seems you have quite a talent for the field of war studies, junior."

"What's your name?" Moro asked with great interest.

"Roland Colt is currently studying under his mentor, Ashius Cromwell."