As he fell down the stairs, Benjamin was pondering another question: why had Wizard Broadleaf outsourced this matter? After realizing that Wizard Broadleaf likely had other motives, the question had lingered in his mind.
Now, the answer was gradually becoming clear.
First, there was the obvious reason: Wizard Broadleaf needed help.
Although the dimensional passage technology mastered by the Resistance Army was immature, it possessed tremendous single-target destructive power.
If they relied solely on conventional legions to encircle and suppress them, the losses would not be small.
Hiring wizards skilled in the Reflected Dimension could reduce casualties without requiring any additional payment.
Because the technology itself was the payment.
That was one reason.
But what truly mattered was something else.
Wizard Broadleaf wanted to reinforce the concept of "wizards" in the minds of these Resistance Army Dragon-kin.
If the ones pursuing them had always been only Wizard Broadleaf's own forces,
then in the Dragon-kin's eyes, he would merely be a powerful conqueror.
No matter how terrifying his strength or how vast his power, at its core, they only had one enemy.
And no matter how powerful a single enemy was, there were always many ways to deal with him.
For example, waiting for him to leave, waiting for him to weaken, or waiting for some chance to turn the tables.
But when other wizards entered the fray, the situation became entirely different.
Like how what Harta had always feared was never being captured, but the words, "More wizards have come."
To the Dragon-kin, Wizard Broadleaf was already almost a god.
But now they had discovered that there was more than one such being.
Wizard Broadleaf, as strong as a god and with personal forces vast enough to capture their entire civilization, was merely a member of the "wizard" civilization. That