Fierce Battle on the Novro Continent

Upon hearing that they were disciples of Doug and Green, the magicians at the meeting all showed surprised expressions. Because they knew that due to Sauron's previous rebellion, almost all the mages from Doug and Green's family had been expelled or sentenced to death in the city. Now, I didn't expect that the mage named Doruk in front of me would take the initiative to admit his identity.

"Who brought him into the conference room!" a magician shouted.

Another older magician next to Doruk immediately waved his hand and said, "This is none of my business! He is my assistant, and I know what is going on."

Seeing that the meeting was about to break out into a quarrel, Marx immediately slammed the table hard and said to Doruk: "Can I trust your loyalty?"

Doruk smiled, walked to the window sill, pointed downstairs, and said: "No, that should be said. The empire should believe in our loyalty."

After saying this, many magicians stood up and looked out the window. Under the conference building, a group of young mages were neatly arranged, with as many as three thousand people. And they all raised their right palms, holding daggers in their left hands, and slashed their palms one after another. After the blood dripped, it turned into runes, flickered, and disappeared in the wind.

"Let me introduce, this is a self-organized team of mages to defend the country." Doruk said.

Marx looked very cold and said, "Do you have a formal name?"

"We have a name," Doruk replied, "but we prefer to be called 'The Watchers.'"

The name lightened the mood in the conference room a little, but only a little. Marx still frowned. He looked at Doruk and asked, "Are you loyal to the Magir Empire? Is that all?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Doruk's face, and he replied: "Yes, Sauron's doubts about God's gifts are not unique to him. For millions of years, there have been mages doubting God's gifts. I believe the Chairman should You know. This is a history of blood and tears."

"No, I just want to know one fact." Marx's face was solemn and he asked: "Are you only loyal to the empire?"

Doruk nodded, then turned towards the door of the conference room, and said as he walked: "Dear Masters, the army of the Ziyuan Dynasty will be blocked by us, the watchers."

After the voice fell, Doruk appeared outside the door. He turned around, stretched out his hands, and closed the door.

With a click, the two iron doors closed tightly together.

Marx coughed, attracting everyone's attention. He said: "Everyone, what do you think?"

There was silence in the conference room for a moment, and then an older magician said: "I think we should not deny their loyalty easily. After all, they have proven their determination with practical actions."

Another magician agreed: "Yes, their actions just now are enough to show their loyalty to the empire. Moreover, we cannot ignore their strength. Three thousand mages are enough to withstand for a while."

Marx frowned, and then said: "I know what you mean, but we must understand that what we are facing is the invasion of the Ziyuan Dynasty. Their army is powerful, and we cannot stop them by relying on just a line of defense. attack."

At this time, a young magician stood up and said: "Chairman, I think we can cooperate with them. Their loyalty deserves our trust, and their strength will also be helpful to us."

Marx looked at the young magician, sneered, and suddenly said loudly: "How long do you want to pretend to be deaf and dumb!"

The magicians were silent again.

"Since you have no objection, then I will say it!" Marx said with cold eyes: "If they lose, I hope that all of you will fight to the last drop of blood for the glory of the gods, and die to comfort the gifts of the gods! But if They have won, and I hope you won’t leave any room to kill them all.”

After this conclusion was made, the magicians continued to remain silent, but the young magician didn't know how to respond. He looked at Marx anxiously.

"The first article of the Constitution of the Magill Empire states that God is the only belief." Marx sighed: "With God, this country can exist, and they have God only after they have a country. This is already a capital crime."

Doruk stood outside the door of the conference room, listening to the discussion inside gradually subside. He knew that death had come.

At night, Doruk stood in front of the window, looking at the stars in the sky, thinking about Marx's words. He knew that their loyalty was not only related to their own destiny, but also related to the safety of the entire Magir Empire. What he loves is only this country, not those high gods.

At this time, a watchman walked into his room, looked at Doruk and said: "Boss, does this country belong to us or does it belong to the so-called gods?"

Doruk turned his head, looked at him, and replied: "I only hope that those gods will never exist forever."

Another watchman interjected: "But even if they don't exist, those people will always be on top."

Doruk smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Useless people will fall down no matter how high they sit. The higher they sit, the more painful the fall will be."

In the following days, the watchmen began intense preparations for the war. They trained outside the city during the day and studied tactics in the camp at night. They knew that this battle would be a matter of life and death for them, as well as the survival of the entire empire.

In the city, Marx also began to take action. He secretly mobilized the troops in the city, preparing to give them a head-on blow when the troops of the Ziyuan Dynasty arrived.

Finally, the day came. The troops of the Shion Dynasty came like a tide, their flags flying in the air, looking extremely majestic. Outside the city, the watchmen were ready to fight.

Doruk stood at the front of the team, his eyes firm and his faith firm. He knew that as long as they united as one, victory would definitely belong to them.

The battle began, and the troops of the Shion Dynasty were like tigers descending from the mountain, unstoppable. However, in the face of such a powerful enemy, the watchmen did not flinch. They fought with their lives and defended the dignity of the country with their own blood and lives.

After a fierce battle, the watchers finally held their position, and the Shion Dynasty's army was repulsed. When Marx in the city learned the news, he was deeply shocked. He did not expect that these watchmen, whom they regarded as traitors, actually saved the empire at a critical moment.

But this kind of victory seemed so pale and feeble in Doruk's eyes.

Because this is only a superficial victory.