Young people today have no political awareness at all. I have keenly discovered that some senior officers looked at the mages recently with some wrong eyes. As expected, on the 12th of the Dafei calendar, I was sent to the front wall. It was said that it was a city wall, but it was actually a battlefield where a group of people fought. But what did you ask me to do? Now the city wall in front has been occupied by the enemy. Why don’t you give up the exterior wall? In fact, the defense of the inner wall is not bad. Besides, I have already worked part-time in the priest camp, why do you still have to tell me to go?

Has the battle on the front line reached the point where water and fire are incompatible, or there are no soldiers available, so I had to use the mage as cannon fodder. I suddenly felt the chill all over my body. Oh, I still don’t think about it anymore. What I was thinking about is indeed a bit scary. If I continue, I will probably be scared before I go to the battlefield.

When we arrived at the battlefield, it seemed that the situation was not very good. Our mages gathered together in groups of three or three, and there were some ordinary soldiers next to us to protect us. Fortunately, the city wall was only half occupied. Looking at the enemy troops climbing up one by one on the edge of the city wall, I immediately entered the role of the fort.

Releasing magic at a fixed point can increase the success rate of magic release. Moreover, when you release magic at a fixed point, your spirit will be greatly concentrated, so the magic power release speed will also increase to a certain extent. Now, it is obvious that I have entered the role. There is a level 4 mage next to me. In fact, I am now at the peak of level 3. A level 39 mage is not a magistrate. I have read books for a few days in the military camp, but it is a hundred times better than the books I read for half a month. It seems that magic books are also divided into levels. I have read for half a month, but I have only been born for one level. Now I have read for 4 days, and I have soared to level 9. It is really helpless.

Although I am a level 3 mage, the number of enemies I killed is completely beyond the level 4 mage next to me. Fireball Techniques are all one move to one enemy. I said that human life is too weak, and my eyes are gone when I open and close. The mage waved his hand, chanted a spell, and passed again. I found that as a mage, I seemed to have a sense of superiority and didn't know where I was born.

Yes, I, who almost stood at the peak of the pyramid, never felt a sense of belonging to these weak humans, and never regarded them as similar... They are just stepping stones for my growth. The existence of ordinary humans and ordinary soldiers is to make me, the great Mage Fair, who has made me famous. In this world, ordinary people can be said to have as much as they want, but there are no spell casters like me.

Aren’t these examples proving me unique? I am destined to be on the heads of ordinary people and to stand on the heads of all professions. Yes, I can read books to improve my level, and I can kill people to improve my level. Isn’t this a benefit of time travel? This must be the power given to me by the God of Magic, and this must be the attachment of the God of Destiny. I can use this to kill countless people as the nutrient for my growth. My peak road is destined to be covered in blood. However, in this world where life is only worth a few gold coins, this world full of original sin, isn’t it the cradle that allows me to kill evil at will?

Thinking of this, I felt my whole body full of strength. Think about the time travel article, which protagonist did not step on the enemy's corpse, and think about which time travelers are not called saviors. History is written by the winners. The failed guys are not qualified to leave their own footprints.

Before this, when I was killing someone, I felt like I felt a sense of guilt all over my whole body, but now I don’t feel this way at all. Different worlds will produce different people. Obviously, in this world where people will kill you, I have completely entered the role I play.

That's right, I have entered my role, that is, the mage who brings death to the enemy, the unfortunate spreader, and the spokesperson of death. My face seems to suddenly become a little vicious at this moment. Maybe a person's heart will reflect his appearance, and I obviously represent this.

'You are all my stepping stones', with this morbid idea, my attacks became more and more ruthless, and I didn't have the elegance of a mage at all. I aimed, released magic, and brought death, which was simple but deterrent. All the guys who saw me attack were dead. Sammofir's soldiers were really weak. Just a fireball technique could deprive them of their lives. In 5 seconds, just a fireball could break a family. Human beings are really fragile lives. I mocked myself while killing people, while looking at the guys who were about to face death with a philosophical perspective.

If the ugly ones don’t kill them, they will dirty my hands. If the handsome ones are sure to kill them, they are certainly jealous. If the strong ones don’t kill them, what if they don’t kill them at all, what if they don’t kill them, I have a tacit understanding with the soldiers on the opposite side of Samofir. A small number of the soldiers on the Samofir who rushed up the city wall are officers. Since they are officers, they are of course professionals. Obviously, no ordinary people can survive on the city wall.

There are three or four-level warriors everywhere. I didn’t provoke them, and they didn’t come to attack us. Everyone has a tacit understanding. After all, now we are all professionals, and fighting each other will inevitably lead to death and injuries. We are not children anymore. Of course, our own lives are the most important, so we have a tacit understanding and do not interfere with each other, and we are just killing the other’s ordinary soldiers.

In fact, these ordinary soldiers are very tragic. They are cheap salary, do serious training, and are cheap cannon fodder on the battlefield. They are very useful for one soldier, but I don’t have any sympathy. The enemy is always damn, unless he is a dead person, kind to the enemy, and cruel to himself. Obviously, I am a selfish guy, and I have never been merciful to myself. As for letting the enemy go, brother, your head must be in. In order to avoid being retaliated by the other party, I will of course solve the problem once and for all.

The mission in the morning was completed, and our army died at a ratio of 1:3. This is still the case where the magistrate did not appear. I feel that they will never appear. After all, it is not their home court. If they dare to come out, as long as they appear, then I'm sorry, our lurkers are not vegetarians. Are the god archers all idle? The opponent's long-range professionals cannot emerge at all, because as soon as they appear, our army will send stalkers to kill at all costs. Although the mortality rate is a bit high, in order to obtain long-range suppression, these costs are being borne.
Chapter completed!