The piercing buzz of the alarm abruptly tore through the Wizard Camp's silence, interrupting Benjamin's deeper research into the Lava Giants.
Less than ten days had passed since the landing battle, yet the alarm had already been raised. The interval was far shorter than expected.
News arrived from the intelligence center: Kalamos the Lava Giant and Agron the Snow Monster King, two Level Six beings, had once again gathered enormous armies and launched an all-out assault on the Wizard Camp like an unstoppable flood!
The Wizard Camp's location had carried strategic considerations from the very beginning.
It had deliberately been established at the edge of a vast mountain range filled with chaotic energy fields, at the border between the Blazing Sun Realm and the Frost Dark Realm.
Such a location meant that once war began, the wizards would face the awkward predicament of being pincered from both sides by two hostile races.
Yet this was no accident, but an arrangement deliberately made by the upper ranks of the wizards.
As was the wizards' usual practice: only by giving their opponents hope and making the Natives believe there was an opening to exploit would they launch attack after attack without end, continually feeding their forces into the wizards' prearranged meat grinder and thereby exhausting their Plane Origin.
But the wizards had not been idle during this time.
They had not only reinforced the camp's defensive system, upgrading the temporary fortifications erected during the initial stage into rune walls and energy barriers.
More importantly, the Combat Department wizards had fully replenished the cannon fodder lost in the landing battle, and even increased their numbers enormously!
The wizards' stockpiled biochemical beast gene banks and puppet factories operated at full capacity, producing several times as many Cannon Fodder Legion troops as before in a