"Saint Francisco cannot do without you, and neither can the Aegean Continent!" Marshal Sidov gazed sincerely at the Magic Tutor, who was reputed to be the closest to a deity, earnestly expressing his plea.
Master Stefano pressed his lips together, nodded firmly, then turned and waved his staff. A group of mages of varying heights immediately stood up silently, heading towards the pre-set magic teleportation array without looking back.
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Amidst the snow-capped mountains and green Bering Ranges, the beautiful Floriundo Salt Alkali Forest was in chaos like a cauldron of boiling oatmeal.
The demon army, which originally marched with a neat and thunderous stride on the wide, white salt crystal avenue, now resembled an ant swarm doused in boiling water; the officers' curses and the soldiers' frightened shouts converged into a colossal wave of noise.
Two hundred thousand troops, this was already twice the standing force of the Bimon Kingdom.
