Green drew a deep breath. This was the omnipotence of power held in one's hand.
Every sentence, every word he spoke would be carried out with all their might by countless low-level wizards. What shone through every sentence and word of Green's was the Wizard's Will.
At the same time, it was the responsibility of bearing the burden of survival for hundreds of millions of wizards upon his shoulders.
No matter the process, history would record only the result. So long as the ending was failure, it meant total annihilation, with countless wizards buried alongside it. No matter how correct or perfect the process had been, they would still be losers.
The merciful could not command armies. Only True Spirit Wizards who exhausted every scheme and stopped at nothing to seize victory, the highest rulers of the Wizard World, were beings whom low-level wizards trusted and could entrust their lives to—even if they had to bear the curses of countless foreign worlds!
"Sound the war horn."
Woooo...
The moment Green's will spread out, a long, oppressive war horn resounded from the edge of the island a hundred miles away.
The war horn was itself an advanced magic artifact, capable of influencing the blood flow and minds of low-level creatures on a massive scale, stirring their blood to boil and igniting a fearless will to fight.
"They are already gathering with all their strength. Though this is a medium-sized world, the Metal Destroyer Mining Base's long-term extraction and excavation have polluted its world origin, and after several world wars, its two World Lords joined the Wizard Alliance and assembled their legions one after another. The tribes being gathered now are already this world's limit."
Wandering Dandelion sighed.
Knowing full well how terrifying the enemy was, gathering over a million tribal warriors