Mage Veja

Chapter 557
September [-], afternoon.

Ropes City, Ring Street.

The old machete came to this suburb with his subordinates more than 20 days ago and rented a dilapidated factory building, because it is the closest to the military airport, and at the same time, it is the most sparsely populated and least conspicuous point.

He has a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He thought that he would complete this task even if he risked his life. The first reason was of course because of his tribe, and the second reason was that he could not disappoint Vega's trust. This time he understood what role he played in this war .

without any exaggeration.

The success or failure of this war depends on him alone.

If he can destroy the enemy's military airport and delay the time for the enemy's air force to take off, then he can win. If he does nothing, Vega's 30 army and air force will be wiped out over the city of Rops.

"Everyone! Please show your determination to die."

The hoarse voice of the old scimitar reverberated. There are about a hundred people gathered in this factory building, all of them are magicians who have experienced many battles. This can be seen from the fact that they can deal with the people of the imperial trial system for a year. see.

need to know.

In the empire, the most elite high-level armed forces are all in the trial system.

Therefore, although the old scimitar's subordinates seem to only have more than 300 people, it has always been expensive to perform this kind of task, and the number of soldiers will not only improve the odds of winning, but also risk exposing themselves.

Some of these 300 people were aided by Veigar back then, and some were drawn into it by the old machete because of their hatred of the empire. Therefore, each of them is a trustworthy existence, and the old machete never worried about the loyalty of these people.

"I'm willing to give my life!"

Everyone spoke in unison, and they were not afraid because the old machete told them in advance that there was a risk of death, because during this year, they had been fighting wits with the imperial judicial system almost every day.

Is the trial system a herbivore?
They have already lost too many companions, and each of them lives every day with the determination to die. Now even if they are told that they will enter hell in the next second, no one will frown.

Now that they joined the organization, they never thought about going back alive.

A team that is not afraid of death is terrifying. 300 ordinary soldiers who are not afraid of death are enough to kill a low-level magician, or kill three middle-level professionals, not to mention that there are elite magicians here. Elite Mage.

Hearing everyone's answers, Old Machete nodded in satisfaction.

He chose to announce the goal of the mission at this time, and let everyone get ready: "As we all know, the city of Lops is the heart of the north and the stepping stone to enter the middle of the empire. All connections in the north, in order to prevent the dynastic army from taking the city of Lops and marching into the central part, so we must act."

The old scimitar knocked on the military air port on the map of Lops City.

He inspected everyone and said: "Now the Dynasty needs us to destroy the enemy's military airport on September [-]th, delay the time for the enemy's air force to take off, and let the Dynasty army use this opportunity to use the air force to parachute soldiers near the city of Rops , Only in this way can we have a chance to take down the city of Rops and accelerate the pace of the empire's demise. Therefore, I would like to ask you, what should we do?"

"Assist the Dynasty Army and take down Rops!"

Almost without any hesitation, the people below spoke in unison.

There was a fiery look in their eyes. It was the joy of the avengers when they finally had the opportunity to grab the enemy by the throat. Even if this opportunity requires a lot of risk, and even may lose their lives, no one will give up this opportunity. .

They are not afraid of death, what they are afraid of is that they will not even have the chance of revenge.

"As you wish."

The hoarse voice of the old machete echoed in the empty and silent workshop: "All for revenge! All for victory!"

"For revenge!"

"For victory!"

"For revenge!"

"For victory!"

"..."

When the morale reached its peak, the old scimitar waved his hand: "The curtain of the battle of vengeance has opened, please dance on this blade, let the proud empire know what fear is."

After the words fell, this elite team took action.

The old scimitar did not give any specific plan, let alone organized any teamwork. For the real strong, any plan is a shackle, and any collaboration is to stifle their personal talents.

Masters have always been lonely.

The strong have the way of the strong.

Each member of this team is a separate unit, and they can only display the most terrifying combat effectiveness if they do their best. The empire's trial system is precisely because of this, and there is no way to take them.

The old scimitar did not act as a commander in this team.

His real function in this team is to be a spiritual leader and mission initiator.

He initiates the mission, and then this team called Anbu will use their various means to achieve the goal, and the final one or more winners will be respected by everyone.

So when this mission was issued, their action began.

Although they have different strengths, different ages, different races, and different fighting methods, they share a common goal of bringing down the empire, which is enough for them.

Breaking the whole into parts is the core combat method of this team.

This core combat method is helpless even to the trial system with the largest intelligence network. What needs to be known is that it is the Immortal City of the Emperor with its eyes all over every corner.

This organization can't be dealt with in the imperial capital, let alone in the city of Lops?
The intelligence network of the military is of course not as good as the trial system. The old scimitar and the members of the organization have been here for nearly 20 days, and the imperial army has not even heard the wind. Therefore, the old scimitar is in the dark, while the imperial army is in the open.

Now the Imperial Army is like a prey wary of what lies ahead.

What they don't know is that the danger is not ahead, the hunter has quietly raised the butcher knife and approached their throats from behind.

almost.

The hunter has shown a ferocious smile.

When the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared on the horizon, the newly introduced magic lamp gradually rose in this bustling city of Rops, which meant that the hunters hidden in the darkness started to move.

"Since you are all so modest, I will kick off this prelude."

Standing in the air, the black figure in a cloak laughed against the strong wind, and saw that the staff in his hand was blue and red, Huoyun fell from the sky with the force of the hurricane, and landed on the military air port, causing a heaven-shattering explosion sound.

boom--

Fire fall, hurricane.

This mid-rank mage with both wind and fire elements was like a proud hero condescending, kicking off the prelude to this war.

(End of this chapter)