After Preston left Blue Bridge Fortress, Ang began devising a Magic Tower plan suited to Baker Fortress.
He knew very well that Preston had come personally because he wanted Baker Fortress to be as stable and secure as Blue Bridge Fortress, perhaps even becoming a solid barrier on the western end of the defensive line.
Although Blue Bridge and Baker were both located at the far western end of the first line of defense, Baker Fortress was clearly in a far more dangerous situation—
The Demons launched probing attacks and assaults almost every day, forcing Fokas Fortress to permanently assign more personnel to its defense at enormous cost.
Ang spent three full days drawing and erasing on blueprints, running through countless possible plans.
On the fourth day, he went alone to Baker Fortress.
"Did you come up with something?" Preston approached from afar, his eyes brimming with barely restrained anticipation.
"I have a workable plan, more or less." Ang nodded slightly. "But part of the wall needs to be torn down and rebuilt."
Preston's expression froze. "Demons attack Baker Fortress every day. You want us to tear down the wall? Wouldn't that be exposing our weakness?"
"The risk is indeed considerable." Ang spread his hands, helplessness in his tone.
Preston frowned and fell silent for a moment before suddenly smiling. "Since you're here, help us defend the fortress for a day first. Then you can see the situation here for yourself."
Ang hesitated briefly, then nodded.
Before long, he was brought to the battle zone of Baker Fortress.
There were not many enemies today, only a little over a hundred Demons. Yet all of them carried pitch-black spears and stood in orderly formation outside the fortress, their spear tips glinting with chilling light.
They first hurled wave after wave of