Mage Veigar

Chapter 557 The Night of Victory
September 10th, afternoon.

Ropes City, Ring Street.

Old Scimitar had brought his men to this suburb more than 20 days ago and rented a dilapidated factory building because it was the closest to the military airport and had the fewest residents and was the least noticeable.

He has a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He believed that he had to complete this mission even at the cost of his life. The first reason was of course because of his people, and the second reason was that he could not let down 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 enemy's air force's take-off time, he can win. If he does nothing, Vega's 300,000 army and air force will be wiped out in the sky above Ropes City.

"Everyone! Please show your determination to die."

The hoarse voice of Old Scimitar echoed. There were about a hundred people gathered in this factory. They were all experienced magicians. This could be seen from the fact that they were able to deal with the people of the Imperial Inquisition System for a whole year.

need to know.

In the Empire, the most elite high-level military forces are all in the trial system.

Therefore, although it seems that Old Scimitar's subordinates have only more than 300 people, when carrying out such a mission, quality is always more important than quantity. Having more people will not only fail to increase the chances of victory, but will also risk exposing themselves.

These three hundred people included those who had received assistance from Veigar, and some who were pulled into the group by Old Scimitar because of their hatred for the Empire. Therefore, each of them was trustworthy, and Old Scimitar never worried about their loyalty.

"We are willing to sacrifice our lives!"

Everyone spoke in unison and was not afraid even though Old Scimitar had told them in advance that there was a risk of death, because during this year, they had been fighting wits and courage with the Imperial Trial System almost every day.

Is the trial system a herbivorous animal?
They have lost too many companions, and each of them lives every day with the determination to die. Now even if you tell them that they will go to hell in the next second, probably no one will frown.

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

A team that is not afraid of death is terrifying. 300 fearless ordinary soldiers are enough to kill a low-level magician or three mid-level professionals, not to mention that there are elite mages among elite mages here.

Hearing everyone's answers, Old Scimitar nodded with satisfaction.

He chose to announce the mission objectives at this time to let everyone prepare: "As everyone knows, Ropus City is the heart of the north and the stepping stone to enter the central part of the empire. Now that the empire is facing a life-and-death situation, it has resolutely chosen to cut off all ties between Ropus City and the north in order to prevent the dynasty army from taking Ropus City and advancing into the central part, so we must act."

Old Machete tapped the military air port on the map of Ropes City.

He looked around and said, "The dynasty needs us to destroy the enemy's military airport on September 10th, delay the time for the enemy's air force to take off, and let the dynasty army take advantage of this opportunity to use the air force to airdrop soldiers near Ropes City. Only in this way can we have a chance to capture Ropes City and accelerate the pace of the empire's demise. So I would like to ask you, what should we do?"

"Assist the Dynasty Army to capture Rops!"

Without any hesitation, the people below spoke in unison.

There was a blazing look in their eyes, which was the joy of the Avengers when they finally had the chance to strangle their enemy by the throat. Even if this opportunity required great risks and might even result in the loss of their lives, no one would give up this opportunity.

They are not afraid of death, what they are afraid of is not even having the chance of revenge.

"As you wish."

The hoarse voice of Old Machete echoed in the empty and silent factory: "Everything for revenge! Everything for victory!"

"For revenge!"

"For victory!" "For revenge!"

"For victory!"

"..."

When morale reached its peak, Old Scimitar waved his hand and said, "The curtain of the war of revenge has been raised. Please dance on this blade and let the proud empire know what fear is."

As soon as the words fell, this elite team took action.

Old Scimitar did not give any specific plan, nor did he organize any team collaboration. For truly strong people, any plan is a shackle, and any collaboration will stifle their personal talents.

Masters are always lonely.

The strong have their own way of fighting.

Each member of this team is an independent unit. Only when they do their best can they unleash the most terrifying combat power. It is precisely because of this that the Empire's trial system has no way to deal with them.

Old Scimitar does not act as a commander in this team.

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

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

So when the mission was issued, their action began.

Despite differences in strength, age, race, and fighting methods, they all share a common goal of overthrowing the empire, and that is enough for them.

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

Even the judicial system with the largest intelligence network is helpless against this core combat method. One thing you need to know is that this is the Immortal City of the Empire with spies in every corner.

We can’t do anything about this organization in the imperial capital, let alone in Ropes City?
The military's intelligence network is certainly not as good as the judicial system. Old Scimitar and the organization members have been here for nearly twenty days, and the Imperial Army has not even heard a single word of it. Therefore, Old Scimitar is in the dark, while the Imperial Army is in the light.

Now the Imperial Army is like a prey that is alert ahead.

What they didn't know was that the danger was not ahead, but the hunter had quietly raised his butcher knife and was approaching their throats from behind.

almost.

The hunter already revealed a ferocious smile.

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared over the horizon, the newly introduced magic lamps gradually rose in the prosperous city of Ropus, which meant that the hunters hiding in the darkness began to take action.

"Since you are so humble, I will be the one to kick off the process."

Standing in the air, the black shadow in a cloak laughed loudly against the strong wind. The staff in his hand was green and red. The fire meteorite fell from the sky with the force of the hurricane and landed on the military airport with a deafening sound.

boom--

Fire meteorites and hurricanes.

This middle-level mage who was proficient in both wind and fire elements stood high above like a proud hero and kicked off the war.

(End of this chapter)