Three months later …..
In a tightly guarded secret room, Grimm was meditating in silence.
At his level, ordinary meditation techniques had almost no effect on his mental power. However, the habit that he had developed over the centuries made him accustomed to using meditation to replace sleep. Only when he was too tired would he give up everything and take a deep nap.
However, this was a rare occurrence in a hundred years.
However, just as his soul was drifting and the laws and consciousness were merging, a sweet female voice suddenly rang out in the secret chamber.
"Mr. Grimm, it's your turn to be on duty!"
This was a message from the wizard spirit of Giant Rock Castle.
Grimm frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
Hmm, it's time?
Grimm did not dare to delay. He stood up and opened a short distance teleportation gate. The next time he appeared, he was already at the entrance of the "Cloud" Hall.
As the command center of the entire orc war, there were 12 crystal halls in Giant Rock Castle for the great wizards to rest and prepare for battle. The hall Grimm was in had the word "Cloud" as its code, so it was also called the "Cloud Hall".
Five other wizards appeared at the same time.
After a period of getting used to each other, everyone had a certain understanding of each other. After greeting each other, they walked into the "Cloud Hall" at the same time.
The wizards who were preparing for battle in the "Cloud Hall" saw them and nodded in greeting. Then, they exploded into different colored fireworks and disappeared.
Grimm and the other five bowed to Wizard Gleeson, who was sitting at the front of the hall, and found a place to sit. Only the six of them sat in the crystal hall that could accommodate thousands of people. Everyone was far away from the others, quietly doing what they were interested in.
Some took out thick magic books and began to flip through them. Some closed their eyes and began to meditate. Some even gathered a cloud of fog and hid in it. No one knew what they were doing.
Only Grimm sat on the crystal chair, watching the activity in the hall through the curtain wall with interest.
Without a doubt, this was the command center of the entire war against the beastmen. Thousands of vassals and foreign legions were scattered around the perimeter, coordinating with the elite Magi troops to launch a continuous attack on the plane ruled by the orcs.
The Magi embedded in the crystal clusters were using some strange method to maintain close contact with the Magi troops millions of miles away, quickly transmitting information about the situation.
At the same time, a fierce and bloody war broke out in almost a dozen planes at the same time.
However, these wars were millions of miles away, so the high-ranked Magi present could only use simple numbers to describe the cruelty and cruelty of the war.
"The Cloud Front, the Nic Plane's attack has been obstructed. The twin-headed dragons have lost 41% of their troops. They urgently need reinforcements …"
"The Milky Way, the Beta Plane has already surrounded the native army in their country. It's said that they're praying for the descent of the orc god, Urkan. Headquarters, please send high-end forces to deal with them as soon as possible …"
"The Azure Front, the Moguta Plane is in a state of emergency. A clone of the orc god, Yodara, has suddenly appeared on the battlefield. It's rank 6, and has already caused great damage to our troops. The Wraith Army has been destroyed, and their leader, Nemo, has died in battle. The Wood Dragon Army has lost 70% of its members, and their leader, Wall, is heavily injured. He's been sent to the nearby stars.
Since the enemy had already sent a rank 6 clone to the battlefield, the Magi naturally would not just stand by and watch as it wreaked havoc on the battlefield. Thus, this task was quickly handed over to the Flowery Hall.
Moments later, the Flowery Hall flashed with light, and the leading rank 6 Magus was directly teleported to the battlefield with his two rank 5 subordinates. At the same time, a few more Magi received orders from the wizard spirits and hurried to the Flowery Hall to take over the positions that had been vacated.
More than ten planes were at war at the same time. Some were stuck outside the plane's barrier, and were still doing their best to break through it. Some had already invaded the interior of the plane, and were fighting a bloody battle with the natives around the teleportation gates or spatial cracks. Some had already completed their conquest, and were sending people to clean up the remnants of the orc god's power within the plane.
More than ten fronts were operating at the same time, and the various miscellaneous tasks were too numerous to enumerate. Every plane needed to deploy Magus troops of different levels according to the size of the native forces. This involved logistics, supplies, operations, reorganisation, shifts, and so on.
If one considered the changes in the situation on the battlefield, the follow-up responses from both sides, as well as unexpected factors that needed to be paid attention to … All of these things added up would be a severe and terrifying data disaster for any battlefield command centre.
However, after tens of thousands of years of tempering, the Magus faction had still formed a battle command system with its own characteristics. All the high-grade, low-grade Magi, and even the great Magi had found their own positions around this battle command system.
It was also because of the many vassal forces that the Magi were able to preserve their own elite forces, allowing them to step onto the battlefield at the most appropriate time and place. This would allow them to achieve the greatest degree of victory with the least amount of effort!
However, such a war could not last for too long. After all, once the vassal forces' armies were exhausted, if they wanted to attack one plane after another, the Magi's precious forces would have to be depleted.
Hence, after the end of the large-scale planar war, the two large-scale civilisations that participated in the war needed a certain amount of time to recuperate and wait for the vassal forces to slowly recover. When a large-scale civilisation was fat and strong, it was also time for them to open their greedy eyes and search for prey in the multiverse.
Seeing the scene before him, Grim couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
This was because in his memory, he seemed to have followed the Northern Witches to participate in an attack on the Orc God plane. That was two to three hundred years ago. Analyzing the time span, it should be the prelude to this large-scale beast hunting campaign.
At that time, he didn't understand the meaning behind his actions at all. He just followed the Northern Witches in a daze, wanting to save some resources in the Planar War. But now, he was sitting in the command center of the Sorcerer camp, silently observing the entire process like a third party.
At this moment, perhaps there were countless young Magi who held the same thoughts as him and were fighting on the frontlines, bathed in blood. Perhaps they would succeed and return home with a large amount of resources. Perhaps they would fail, and in the end, they would fall in some unknown and cold land in a foreign world …
However, regardless of success or failure, their participation pushed the Magus Faction's war chariot forward, crushing countless orc corpses and fresh blood as they advanced towards the pinnacle of the plane's civilization.
The beast hunting campaign had been going on for more than seventy years, almost the same time as the outbreak of the demon tide.
Evidently, the Witch Barbara who instigated this attack also wanted to take advantage of the time when the defences of the various planes were weakened during the demon tide to tear off more and fatter flesh from the Orc God's faction, using the method of eliminating the Orc God's believers to weaken the Orc God's power.
As for when the two big shots behind the scenes would confront each other head-on, it was not something that someone at Grim's level could come into contact with.
Perhaps, at this very moment, the real decision-makers of the Faction were observing Grimm and his team's every move with a more detached and unrestrained attitude!
Every time he thought of this, Grim's heart would surge with an indescribable and strange feeling.
However, at this moment, a Magus suddenly shouted in the circular hall.
"The Milky Way Line, the orc kingdom in the Beta Plane has erupted with a supreme power. They used a blood sacrifice to attract the descent of Campbell's clone, estimated to be at grade 5 … Requesting headquarters to immediately send reinforcements!"
Almost immediately, the voice of the Wizard Spirit sounded in the Floral Hall.
"Magus Gleeson of the Floral Hall, please immediately send reinforcements to the Beta Plane …"
A grade 5 clone of the Orc God, Urkan, naturally did not require the help of a grade 6 Gleeson. Thus, Gleeson opened his eyes and swept his gaze across the six subordinates in the hall. His gaze quickly landed on a wizard named Bild.
"Bild, make a trip there! If there's no need, you don't have to fight with them. You just need to deter them from slaughtering our attacking troops … "Gleeson calmly gave the order, and the latter immediately stood up and bowed in acknowledgement.
In the next moment, a huge light formation suddenly appeared in a corner of the Floral Hall, constantly emitting eye-catching spatial undulations.
After all, while the battle centre was here, every plane battlefield was billions of miles away. If one wanted to reach there directly, personal teleportation spells would be of no use. They could only rely on fixed long-distance teleportation formations.
Thus, Magus Bild hurriedly walked into the light formation. After a few flicks of his fingers, a dazzling white light flashed, and his figure disappeared without a trace.
A moment later, another Magus from the Floral Hall group hurriedly walked in and randomly found a seat to take over Magus Bild's position.
Once the wheels of war started, they would not stop. Only when one side was completely defeated would it end.
Thus, in the next month of Grimm's duty, tens of thousands of battles broke out at the frontlines, and the number of great Magi sent out also increased day by day. There were as many as four missions for the Floral Hall, but the other great Magi had already been sent out. Only Grimm and the other great Magus were free.
Was this considered taking care of him?
Grimm could not help but feel curious, but he had no way of finding out.
When the month was up, another group of six was summoned, and Grimm and the others who were on duty in the Floral Hall could finally relax.
Every time they were on duty, they would have five to six months of free time.
For the first three months of their free time, they were free to do whatever they wanted.
During this time, they could choose to rest in Giant Rock Castle, or they could use their own money to teleport to a war plane that they were interested in to collect some local resources and knowledge.
For the next one or two months, they could only rest and await further orders in Giant Rock Castle. If the war was intense, they would also need to replace the Great Wizards who went to war and guard the Flowery Hall.
In short, at all times, the Flowery Hall had to maintain six Grade 5 Great Sorcerers.
If the twelve Crystal Halls were all like this, it meant that this Giant Rock Castle possessed the enormous war energy of seventy-two great Wizards at once.
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