As an unqualified commander, Mag relied on the experience inherited from Alex to conduct in-depth discussions and plans with Dominic.
The scale of this war, the number of arms involved, and the complexity of the situation were even more exaggerated than the racial wars of those years.
At that time, the race wars were two or three races fighting against each other. It looked like a mess, but when viewed in isolation, there were not many big-scale wars.
Moreover, the coalition forces were formed on a temporary basis. Not to mention the tacit understanding between them, even the level of trust may not be fully achieved.
"With this arrangement, once the defense line is lost, it may be difficult to control the situation." Dominic frowned as he looked at Mag's defensive formation lined up on the sand table.
"The army of millions of undead are charging with fearless death. A simple defense line cannot be defended, so I plan to create openings in these three canyons to let them in.
Divide millions of soldiers and then extend the battle line.
Artillery battalions and magician regiments were deployed on both sides of the canyon to kill the army of casualties to the maximum extent.
Arrange a pocket-shaped encirclement at the exit of the canyon, set up formations and defend it with heavy troops.
The dragon army moved forward and relied on its air superiority to kill the casualty army in advance.
But our ultimate goal is to lure Cthulhu into action, and try to lure it into the formation and seal it.
Once Cthulhu's seal is successful, the undead army will be leaderless, and the crisis will be resolved. "
Mag fiddled with the sand table for a while and came up with a new formation map.
Dominic's eyes lit up, he circled the sand table twice, and frowned again: "With this arrangement, we can stop the undead army for a while, but how can we lure Cthulhu into the seal?"
The devil is mysterious and unpredictable. If the seal outside the City of Chaos hadn't been unveiled, they wouldn't have even known that such a terrifying existence was sealed in Nolan Continent.
They have a long life, even longer than the existence of a race.
Even the giant dragon, which has a long life, knows nothing about it.
They have terrifying abilities and cannot be killed or even severely injured.
Only the sealing formation passed down from ancient times can seal them again.
But this is such a difficult thing. From its perspective, their calculation is probably just a joke.
"I wonder if you have ever heard of the Thousand Layer Cake Theory?" Mag asked.
"Thousand-layer cake?" Dominic shook his head. This sounds like a food theory, but what is it?
Mag showed a somewhat mysterious smile: "Cthulhu has existed for countless years, and his wisdom must be far beyond our imagination, but no matter how high his IQ is, he will still carry out the trap we set. think:
He may have seen that this was a trap, and it was on the second floor. It thought we were on the first floor, but actually we were on the fifth floor. "
Dominic nodded thoughtfully, remained silent for a while, and then couldn't help but ask: "So, what is the fifth floor?"
"You'll know this when the time comes." Mag smiled, "I'll leave the formation to you, and leave the trap formation to me. The only thing I ask of you is to eliminate the 200,000 undead legions, and ensure that The blockade cannot be breached.”
"Okay." Dominic nodded seriously.
With millions of soldiers at his disposal, if he didn't have this little bit of self-confidence, it would have been in vain for him to be the Marshal of the Empire for decades.
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Mag then went to meet Michael and learned about the current manufacturing progress of the artillery.
“With the full support of Miss Hill, the current daily output of artillery has reached 300 pieces, and the output of artillery shells has reached 5,000 rounds.
The connection with the dwarves has also been successful. Fifty technicians arrived at the dwarves with blueprints yesterday, and they will fully supply artillery.
The goblins have also promised to fully supply the materials needed for the artillery shells. After the dwarfs' artillery is mass-produced, the City of Chaos will fully produce the artillery shells and close the artillery production line. "Michael introduced while taking Mag to visit the artillery production workshop.
"Miss Hill, this is such a big deal." Mag nodded, her evaluation of Hill rising to a new level.
In troubled times, heroes emerge. Although Hill is a woman, she has great structure and vision.
The trains that were opened before have now become the best means of transporting ore. Freight trains travel between Wake Ridge and the City of Chaos, and their efficiency has increased countless times.
If the current situation was not chaotic and the enemy was present, all races would definitely pay attention to this smooth transportation line.
As long as Nolan Continent can survive this wave, trains will inevitably lead development in the next hundred years of peace.
If you want to be rich, build roads first.
This is a general existence of truth.
And Hill holds the huge treasury of Buffett Bank, has the first-mover advantage, and also holds the core technology of steam engines. He is simply an excellent money-making tool.
Mag has even thought about lying on the shoulders of giants and living a financially free life in the future.
"Yes, in these troubled times, women are not allowed to be inferior to men." Michael nodded with emotion, "Not only Miss Hill, but Miss Gloria of the Morton family came to the city lord's mansion the day before yesterday and said that she would serve for the coalition forces. Donate a large number of combat cotton-padded clothes."
"Gloria?" Mag's eyebrows raised slightly. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen the girl who likes tofu in a while.
It was noon when we came out of the city lord's mansion.
The sun fell on his face, which was a bit dazzling. The snow had almost melted, and a little green appeared on the tips of the willow trees nearby. It seemed that spring was coming soon.
"Alex!"
A somewhat surprised voice sounded.
Mag withdrew his gaze and looked at the knight holding a black donkey standing in front of him. He had a Chinese character face, an emerald sword at his waist, a simple and honest smile, and a pair of clear eyes.
Conti Nicholas.
His name came to Mag's mind immediately. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen him for several months.
He looked darker, and there was a long, thin scar on the left side of his face, which looked like a mark left by the claws of some kind of monster.
The armor on his body has many signs of wear and tear and is no longer bright.
But only those eyes are still cool and energetic, like a bright boy!
"Hello, I'm Alex." McGonagall said, looking at him.
"I heard that you no longer slay dragons, but now you slay demons, right?" Kandi looked at Mag and asked excitedly.
"This is the arrangement recently." Mag nodded slightly.
"In this case, I can only join the Northern Expedition in the City of Chaos to fight alongside you." Kandi said with a somewhat honest smile.
Mag looked at him, then at the black donkey he was leading, and said with a smile: "The donkey is good."
Kandi reached out and touched the head of the black donkey, and said with a smile: "New guy, but it's really good."
