The outcome is decided.

It wasn't that the players had an absolute advantage, but that the enemy clearly couldn't figure out the situation on the battlefield, was heartbroken over the huge losses, and temporarily chose to retreat.

"But what's the point? This is the system fighting, not the player's strength."

Xiao Ai is still complaining that the huge system expenditure has turned him into Xianglin's wife, and has urged Bei Gaoyang to take action more than once to reduce the huge losses at this moment.

But he just happened to be as stable as a mountain, turning a blind eye to the huge expenses, like a prodigal, squandering money wantonly.

He was so stingy in the past, but now he is so wasteful. I have told Xiao Ai the reason, but it still doesn't convince him.

From Xiao Ai's point of view, this is simply a piece of cake for the great magician who has the highest authority over the Magic Network.

"I've already said the reason. Besides...the real protagonist hasn't shown up yet. How could I reveal my trump card so early?"

Until now in the siege, the invading party has not been exposed. The main messenger behind the scenes is still staying at the rear, so he may not have any plans to wait for him to show up first.

Who is this person?

Judging from the huge army of gryphon knights, the opponent is most likely a human, maybe a big lord, a noble or something.

Gryphon knights have always been a common force in human kingdoms. Only powerful kingdoms or nobles with centuries of heritage have the resources and foundation to cultivate griffon mounts. A griffon is worth a lot, and becoming a griffon knight is like becoming a fighter jet for the earth.

Just like pilots, smaller countries can have a few to show off, but only moderately powerful countries can form an independent army on such a scale.

Other intelligent races do not have the tradition and technology to cultivate griffins and can only be humans.

However, we can see a strong abyss style from monsters like the Scorpion Monster. The gods will not allow the appearance of such a suture monster that blasphemes life and violates the laws of nature. From this aspect, the opponent may also be a member of a certain demon group.

Servant army, or mercenaries like him.

Finally, the large number of ogres, bugbears, trolls, etc. also highlight the opponent's strong wilderness background. These sub-intelligent races are only distributed in large numbers in the abandoned wasteland, and there are not many of them in the game area of ​​the Magic Network.

Taken together, the other party may be a human lord who has close relations or transactions with the abyss and demons, and is as shady as him.

This is interesting.

Who could it be?

Due west of the Demon Farm, in the center of the camp near the Sea of ​​Chaos, a huge portal stood in the void three feet above the ground. A large number of gryphon knights landed in the camp, with groups of guards in full armor, all wearing

Knights and professionals with different equipment were arguing in the big tent in the center.

A gray-haired mage held up an illusion, which reflected the battle taking place in the forest dozens of kilometers away. Watching the players who were not afraid of death and could be infinitely resurrected, they rushed to disperse the army of servants.

As they shared the food one by one, everyone's expression changed.

"What kind of monsters are these? I will never admit that they are human, never!"

The leader of a mercenary group looked at the picture on the illusion and shouted, "Damn it, are every one of them a professional?"

"Low-level, crappy professional!" a bearded dwarf said in a buzzing tone while wiping his huge axe.

"Your professional can be resurrected infinitely!?", the mercenary captain replied not to be outdone.

At a glance, there were hundreds of people sitting in the tent, each of them an experienced adventurer, with professionals accounting for the majority.

Sitting in the center of the tent was their employer, Grand Duke Duman of the Sabel Kingdom.

The Duke is already over 80 years old, but the skin on his face is still as delicate as a baby's. His slender eyes are closed, as if he is asleep or listening to the arguments around him.

"They are undead!"

The old family mage said.

"What undead? Are you talking about the kind of skeletons? Gods, they look so fresh. The ogres said they taste good, but they are not hungry!" the mercenary leader said strangely.

Weird irony.

"A new type of undead, maybe the invention of a certain archmage, maybe a certain demon lord..."

"Okay, no matter what they are, what should we do?" said a barbarian shaman with his face painted in oil paint and his body covered with various bone ornaments.

Barbarians are the second most intelligent race in the abandoned wasteland after centaurs. They look very similar to humans. Barbarians do not believe in any gods. They only worship the great spirit that the tribe has long worshiped. They are the only ones who still maintain the tradition of the barbarians.

Intelligent race.

Such a race is naturally the target of suppression by all gods regardless of camp. They are famously unfaithful and born blasphemers. Once discovered, regardless of age, they will all be sent to the stake.

At this moment, he is sitting here majestically, and his status seems to be quite high.

The family mage was silent for a while and said, "I feel that a spell effect is always constant in the surrounding air, and the source is on the spire of the Devil's Castle. I think that only by destroying that commanding height can this kind of effect be stopped...

"The Infinite Resurrection of the Dead"

"Aha, that's great. Then what are you waiting for? Send out your gryphon knights and destroy that place."

The family mage glanced at his employer and said nothing.

A burly knight next to the Grand Duke said: "The Griffin troops cannot afford the loss. Every one of them is registered. The church and the royal family will find out..."

"Please, we have already mixed up with the devil, and we are still afraid..."

"Shut up!"

"There is a powerful spellcaster in the Devil's Castle. He can cast a mere second-level spell to the point of almost [gravity field]. He is too powerful. He may be a level 9 mage. We cannot attack the castle he occupies, even if we try again."

Too many gryphon knights are useless," the family mage said with fear.

"9th Ring Archmage!?"

"Damn it, we should retreat immediately before he turns us into bacon!"

"Maybe his eyes exist here!"

"Ah, what should we do? I asked, Your Excellency the Duke, can our mercenary group withdraw?"

As soon as they heard that there might be a 9th-level mage, all the professionals were filled with fear. Apart from the gods and demon lords, he was the most intimidating existence, even more powerful than the legendary dragons, mind flayer elders and other miracles.

Biology is better.

In this desperate situation, the Grand Duke finally ended his sleep, and opened his slender eyes, revealing a creepy light.

The temperature inside the tent seemed to be frozen, and all noises suddenly stopped.

"Don't worry about the spell caster. I will deal with him. You go down and prepare for the second wave of offensive. You must destroy the spire on the castle!"

There was silence in the tent for two seconds.

"...Yes, the Holy Grand Duke Duman."

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The Holy Grand Duke was extremely mobile, and soon he contacted the city through special means. However, it was not convenient for Bei Gaoyang to show up, so he pushed Yaris out to deal with it.

"It's you, the remnant of the Osterdiman dynasty!"

"You know me!?"

"Where is your Archmage? Let him come out to see me!"

The identity of Yaris is also suitable. It is the remnant of the empire and is not obtrusive, leaving a lot of room for imagination.

Grand Duke Duman of the Sabel Kingdom had no doubts, but he did not reveal his identity either. His figure was shrouded in the mist of the communication circle, and standard devil language, like a substantial smell of sulfur, came from the circle.

"He doesn't want to see you because he thinks you're hiding your head. I guess you're not a demon at all, but some noble highness or lord, right?"

Yaris deliberately used a frivolous tone to test the other party's identity.

"What a joke, is a homeless dog still qualified to negotiate terms with me? I'll give you three days to withdraw from this plane, and I can forget about it and keep your origins and whereabouts secret."

"Haha..." Yaris laughed, "Don't pretend to be so arrogant and arrogant, I've already confirmed that you are not a devil at all."

"Three days, remember, three days!"

The communication circle went out, and the muffled roar coming from inside gradually became lower. When the communication was completely interrupted, Yaris was no longer as sure as before. He said to the empty void, "I feel like he is a demon. How did you rule it out?"

Is this possible, just based on the Griffin Knight?"

"I have been dealing with demons for a lot of time." Bei Gaoyang's figure emerged from the void. He had been there just now and saw every move of the other party. "Before, it was only 80% possible. Now it is

100%”

"But the devilish aura on him is real."

"It's very simple. A guy who sells his soul to the abyss in exchange for health, strength, authority and wealth. I have seen too many such nobles. I have served this kind of nobles before. In their dictionary, there is nothing

Cooperation and trading are not allowed, as long as the benefits outweigh the risks."

Before Yaris was born, the Ottoman Empire was destroyed. It is said that it is a remnant of the empire, but he grew up in an environment of subversion, displacement, and material scarcity. He also had to bear the inherent responsibilities and pressures, and his vision and knowledge were natural.

Not as good as a well-informed great magician.

"Are there many such nobles? Aren't nobles known for their pious beliefs? Otherwise, how can one become a noble? You can't pass any level of the church, right?"

"Maybe the first generation of nobles were pious, but their descendants...you know, when a person has more things, he has more choices and broadens his horizons, and it is not easy to be brainwashed by religion."

"The higher up the society, the more practical it is. Rules are assigned to the weak. One of the manifestations of their status and power is their contempt for the rules, even though on the surface they have to uphold the rules more than anyone else, because the rules protect their vested interests.

Benefit……"

"So they made a deal with the Abyss?"

"There are still a few guys who are so bold. Of course, not everyone is qualified to make a deal with the Abyss. First of all, you must have such capital, otherwise... Haha, the end of such people is often miserable. Do you think the devil farm here is
To be continued...