Clark swiftly changed the subject, drawing their attention back to business.
His expression turned serious, and his voice deepened.
"Handle Benjamin's side as you see fit. Back to the point—I contacted you this time to tell you that Augustine's request for reinforcements has been approved."
Master Clark looked grave. "The junction point just passed the approval and agreed to send another thirty thousand wizards to support the Frostfire Plane."
"There are reinforcements?"
Rather than relaxing at the news, Viola's expression grew more solemn. "That's troublesome."
"Yes. For quite some time to come, your side will probably be in grave danger." Master Clark's tone became even heavier.
There were only a few ways to send wizards to another plane on such a large scale. Two years was far too short—not enough time for this camp to construct a permanent teleportation device.
So, the best method at present was to have the ship Plane sail back to the junction point, pick up those reinforcements, and bring them back to the battlefield.
"This is really troublesome. It seems Augustine is the only Level 6 Wizard in this expedition force. In other words, only he can pilot the plane himself." Viola could not help shaking her head.
"If he does that," Clark said clearly and methodically, "then for a long period afterward, the strongest combat power in this Frostfire Plane war will leave the battlefield completely."
That meant that during Augustine's return journey, the Wizard Legion on the Frostfire Plane would lose both its supreme commander and its strongest suppressive force.
"And—" Master Clark's tone carried a trace of gravity, "without the ship Plane serving as a relay and support, the communication link between you and the upper echelons of the main plane will become extremely fragile. I'm afraid even regular communications will no