The guerrillas had never used Phantom Transference to return to the base before. They first moved to the vicinity of the base and then planned to return to the base. Fortunately, they managed to avoid the first wave of bombardment from the Magic Kingdom.
Using this opportunity, Macduff led his team into an underground bunker that was built on the outskirts of the defense zone. It was built halfway up the mountain and guarded the important transportation channel that led to the huge Rocky Mountains behind them.
The people from the United States of Magic had worked overtime to turn the geological structure of this place into granite. They also carved defensive runes on it, turning it into a well-equipped fortress that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. This outer stronghold and the inner passage had become the main defensive fortification.
Not only was there a floating port for floating ships, but there were also trenches, towers, and walls. There were even openings that could hide the fire dragon and provide it with dragon breath. There were also small bunkers that were similar in shape but small in size for the poisonous horned beasts to use.
When they were rushing back to the defense zone, they were just in time to see the bombardment from the United Kingdom. Seeing that the defense zone was in a mess, Macduff immediately decided to lead them to this place.
The guerrillas rushed into the bunker and ordered a wizard with a big round face who was wearing a striker's uniform, "Robert Leonard, let's go to Leonard. Bring your men to help Sir Leonard and report the situation here to us … "
"Yes, sir!" Robert knew that he and his men were mostly strikers. They were not amateurs. However, compared to the elite Aura in front of him, they were still a lot weaker. The reason why they were sent to the rear was to protect them. There was no doubt that this place would become the frontline.
Without hesitation, Robert began to carry out the order. After the wizards left, the guerrillas immediately spread out to the various defense points of the bunker according to their respective areas of expertise. Each of them checked the defense devices and drew out a magical creature. Then, they quickly launched a defense.
"Who's in charge here? Commander, come to me! Commander, come here! "
While everyone was busy, a middle-aged wizard wearing the uniform of a senior official of the United States Congress of Magic strode in. His face was tense, and his eyes were wide open as if he wanted to eat someone.
He was a tall wizard with a thin face, an impressive square jaw, and a reddish-brown moustache. Judging from his dark face, it was obvious that he had been exposed to smoke for a long time. He walked with an exasperated face and shouted, "Wizard, who is your superior?"
Macduff immediately walked over and saluted. "Mr. Gyllenhaal! I'm the commander here. "
"Oh, Stanley? Please contact Mr. Leonard quickly … Take me to him immediately … As soon as I arrived at the defense zone, the area was bombed by the United Kingdom. I had no choice but to come here. It's urgent. Take me there as soon as possible. " Gyllenhaal waved his arm and ordered in a hurried tone. Then, he looked at the other team members. "Everyone, please get ready as well. According to President Piquelli's order, all the personnel in this defense area will go to the defense base of the Cordillera Mountains to make a real resistance …"
"I'll take you there … It's a good thing to be able to evacuate this place. This time, the goddess caught us off guard …" Ian said happily. He got up and took a few steps closer. "My friend in the Cheyenne Mountain defense zone told me a few days ago that their defense zone asked you for a batch of Kona coffee, but you gave him too little. The amount that was given to him was not enough to last him three days."
"Please understand … At a time like this, coffee is not a necessity for strategic defense. After the war is over, it won't be difficult to get it." Gyllenhaal straightened his back and said righteously, "Let's cut to the chase. Please take me to Mr. Leonard as soon as possible."
"I'm sorry, please come with me …"
As soon as Gyllenhaal finished speaking, the smile on Ian's face disappeared. He raised his eyebrows and cast a stun spell from the wand in his hand. An arrow of silver light flew straight at Gyllenhaal.
However, the wizard's reaction was very fast. With a speed that was completely unlike that of a pampered official, he instantly propped up an iron shield to protect himself. The magic spell hit the shield and created sparks. The magic spell bounced off the shield and left a dent on the wall beside them.
A spell suddenly flew over and something like a blunt knife slashed across Gyllenhaal's face. Blood gushed out from his face. The force of the spell knocked him to the side and slammed him into the wall. It was Macduff's spell. The experienced Aura was obviously prepared for it.
The guerrillas in other positions in the room reacted and joined in the attack. Although they did not know what happened, they were the first to realize that something was wrong and reacted in time due to their trust in their teammates.
Gyllenhaal, who was facing so many attacks at the same time in this place, was defenseless. After the wave of attacks, his legs began to tap dance wildly. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. A thick and long vine instantly tied him up. His exposed legs were still dancing under the effect of the Tarantella Dance.
Macduff immediately looked at Ian. "What's going on?"
"Now, the various defense bases have lost contact with Chairman Piquelli a few days ago … but he knows nothing about this situation. He even deliberately played along with my words and acted righteous. " Ian cast a spell on Gyllenhaal who was on the ground and asserted, "It's not the effect of the spell. Gyllenhaal, a nationalist, shouldn't betray us … I think it's the compound decoction. He should be a spy sent by the Union to sneak in during the chaos and trick us into giving up our defense."
While Leonard's Defense Area was getting a breather, in another defense area of the United States Congress of Magic that had just been conquered by Penello, the flag of the Union was hanging on the main building.
In the commander-in-chief's office deep in the underground passage where bricks and stones were scattered everywhere, a middle-aged witch with disheveled blonde hair was curled up not far from Penello's feet. Her magic robe was tattered and scattered, and it was stained with blood. It was obvious that she had put up a desperate fight when the Union invaded.
A glass bottle was kicked away by the doctor on the ground. Penello took a piece of parchment from the recorder's hand, skimmed through it, and put the parchment away.
"She took the truth-telling serum, so what she said should be true." Penello walked over and pointed his wand at the witch's forehead. "But just to be sure, if this rude woman has received drug resistance training … it's better for me to see for myself."
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