He was taken away from the dangerous land by Glazt's incarnation using teleportation. No matter how San did he let the other party take him away, he said firmly: "You can't give up here! In order to buy the golem, the Dark Lord has paid more than 20 million disaster coins. They are the key to turning defeat into victory in this battle."

"The Origin has given me an order." The Incarnation shook its head, as if it did not agree with the opinion that everything is three: "Everything must be based on your safety as the primary goal. Ensuring your safety is my bottom line. If you die for those golems, then the Incarnation of the Origin, I will have no meaning of existence."

Everything frowned: "First, I cherish my life very much; second, I am not as fragile as you imagined. As long as you go back and suppress the source of the rebellion in the city now, my subordinates can evacuate with all the golems within one day, and the battle situation in Galhasta will immediately turn around."

"Coschurch is not an insignificant enemy. The heart-breaking giant insect and the two strange monsters of the ice-milling crab spider are also very dangerous-"

"But you are stronger!" All things San interrupted and directly interrupted his words. "And, the source of the rebellion in the foundry area is the Yinfulith warlock who intends to assassinate me, and his vampire accomplice! Don't forget these two guys."

Glazt's incarnation was silent for a while.

He did not continue to argue with the Three Things, but directly sent a signal to the original body. After receiving the reply, he couldn't help but look at the Cambion half-demon in front of him with surprise. The original body's instructions to him were very concise: on the premise of ensuring that everything is safe, he must be the leader in all decisions, and he cannot rely on his identity and strength to restrain him.

"——Well." He nodded, "You can wait here and find a place to hide. I will go back and kill those guys now. At most two hourglass, if I return here, you will dispatch people to transfer the golems; if I don't come back, then you will immediately send a message to the original body and ask him to send other incarnations to come here to take you away."

After saying that, the incarnation disappeared from its original place and returned to the city of the foundry area using [Advanced Teleportation].

...

Garshnag Hasmu put down the telescope in front of him and leaned over to the sandbag of the front-line observation post. It seemed that just by moving forward a few centimeters, he could see through the thick fog that covered the entire casting area.

The dark fog was like a tide, constantly slapping the concrete stone piles not far from here. The stone piles began to extend from the edge of Chen Qiang in the casting area, forming a light gray straight line that spanned several miles.

Not far away, the enemy appeared, and they were grabbing a door-shaped building full of rocks.

The wind was blowing from the desert to the casting area, and the smell was very fresh. Garshnag decided to take a risk of breathing the air now, and he pulled the hood of the protective suit back, and the breathing mask was taken off and hung around his neck.

Every move of his movement caused the warm stench in the protective suit to flow out. The smell emitted by his body was almost as bad as the smell in the city below; the smell inside the breathing mask was even more unbearable.

Therefore, Garshnag decided to try his luck.

In addition, removing the scratched plastic goggles blocking his eyes also made his vision a little wider.

Garshnag's face was thin due to sleepiness, and he blinked his eyes hard, squinted, trying to try what to see without a telescope. The increased magnification of the telescope means that the field of view will become narrower and vice versa.

But no matter which method he used, he saw only one result-the doomsday of the casting area was approaching.

"Put your protective clothing!" A cold reprimand came from behind. Although the voice was a little distorted due to the mask blocking, Gashnerg still heard who the speaker was. He was so scared that he quickly followed the instructions to put on the protective equipment again.

Yusuf Hasmu walked into the front post. After all, the veteran was still not very relieved of his reckless young son. Sure enough, he saw the scene just now. "If you are looking for death, find a place where no one is going to stab yourself with a knife." The old chief walked up to Gashnag and slapped the young son in the face. "His Majesty Prince Alkaza specially equipped us with protective equipment, the purpose is to worry that the soldiers were infected by the plague spreading from the poisonous fog. You dare to take it off! If the plague spreads in the army because of your infection, I will definitely kill you with your own hands!"

After being slapped, Gashnag Hasmu didn't dare to reply, but just smiled through the breathing mask.

Seeing his youngest son behaved like this, Yusufu's heart suddenly became angry. If there weren't many guards around him, he would have to worry about the face of the Hasmu family. He would have rolled his arms and pulled his sleeves and beat the kid hard with a whip.

However, at this moment, a messenger suddenly ran into the outpost. "Prince Alkaza has an order--" The messenger was also wearing neat protective suits. For more than two hundred years since the Steppenwolf tribe became the co-lord of the wasteland, the military conditions of Zhucheng-states (tribes) had changed drastically compared to before. "——Chief Yusuf Hasmu, after two hourglass, he rose up on time to attack the city first!"

As he said that, the messenger handed a scroll to the guards beside Yousuf. Opening the scroll, Yousuf Hasmu carefully checked all the anti-counterfeiting marks, checked them one by one before carefully reviewing the details of Prince Alkaza's orders.

"Return to the king's tent to report, and say that the Hasmu tribe will definitely complete the task!" Yusuf Hasmu said, and at the same time signed his name on the scroll - this scroll is an enchanted scroll with magical effects. As long as the name is signed, the signer will complete the magic contract. If the contract is violated, the magic attached to the scroll will take effect and the signer will be punished immediately.

After receiving the signature, the messenger stroked his chest with one hand and gave a bow, then quickly left the front line outpost. He had to return to the royal court as soon as possible. In addition to the Hasmu clan, the Zhucheng-state (tribe) coalition forces each had other messengers to communicate. At present, the outside of the casting area was disturbed by the plague and thick fog containing unnatural forces, so it was somewhat inconvenient to use magic communication methods. He could only use this "local method" to communicate with humans. Only after receiving the receipt, the Steppenwolf's tent could the Zhucheng-state coalition forces be dispatched more reasonably in a timely manner and implement one command.

When the messenger left, Yusuf Hasmu didn't care about continuing to teach his youngest son Gashnag a lesson. He instead issued an order to his personal guard captain. "The entire Hasmu cavalry unit gathered to check the protective measures of the war horses to ensure that both the people and the horses could resist the poisonous fog. Let the soldiers replenish some physical strength as soon as possible. After two hourglasses, we must carry out the first round of attacks on the enemy on time. Remember, the code name of this operation is called 'killing moment'. The Cambion half-demons who built portals near the city are the targets of our killing. We will try to clean up all of them. After seizing the portal, we will immediately build a position and prepare to respond to friendly troops in the rear, and at the same time deal with the enemy's counter-charge!"
Chapter completed!