[Rorschach, my advisors say that the most obvious and fatal weakness of your army is the lack of high-end strength.]
When the army was just formed, the advisors in the rear gave Rorschach a high-quality report.
They said very bluntly that the army could only be used to bully low-level warriors, and that the lack of high-end strength was a fatal weakness.
Rorschach agreed with Roland's evaluation.
He was also a veteran who had experienced countless battlefields, so he naturally knew what the situation on the battlefield was like.
Unlike in the technological world, the combat strength on the battlefield was relatively equal and easy to mass-produce. Wars often became a war of attrition based on technology and resources.
High-level combat strength in the magical world was often unable to be mass-produced, but the upper limit was quite ridiculous. If the army didn't have high-level combat strength, it would probably only be able to bully villagers and low-level adventurers.
Of course, the standard here was also professional level. High-level combat strength was only barely counted as above grade 5. If there was a single person who could crush the army back then, it would probably be at least grade 7 or above. Rorschach didn't think that there would be such a person on the battlefield … There was no need for such a person to participate in this competition.
[Didn't you come to participate? Do you think that your current abilities are below grade 7 …?]
"My situation is special. If it weren't for you forcing me to recruit people and those damned credits, I wouldn't have come. They're just ordinary graduates. Even if they're added together … "
Rorschach's voice became softer and softer. He seemed to have thought of something.
That's right. Individually, they weren't much, but added together, they were indeed a lineup of three to four elite teams. A dozen of them would find an opportunity to snipe, and they wouldn't be much weaker than a single high-end combat strength.
It was just like a group of rookie adventurers. If they teamed up, they could challenge high-level monsters such as ogres. Professionals were originally good at coordinating their abilities and fighting together. It would be unpleasant to be treated as a boss and teamed up to fight.
[Haven't you already thought about it? They will definitely attack and kill the leader. The newly formed army will naturally become scattered after losing their leader. Without high-end combat power, there won't be any suitable obstacles or cannon fodder. You will probably have to face them directly … No matter if you win or lose, your army won't be under anyone's control during this period of time. Won't they kill each other and be annihilated under the influence of the enemy?]
The advisors and staff officers weren't idiots. When Roxia's army was formed, they had already concluded what would happen in the end and how to deal with it.
"Under normal circumstances, we should cultivate high-level magical creatures from low-level magical creatures, but we obviously don't have the time now. So, let's change our way of thinking."
His thoughts returned to the present, and he looked at the temporary camp behind him. There, countless tentacles and roots were still entangled together, as if something was happening.
But in the next moment, Rorschach frowned. They had lost contact with the two low-level combat squads. This could only mean one thing — an enemy attack.
The changes in the mountain range not far away were even more obvious.
There, silver spots of light gathered together. Using binoculars, they were a large number of ice elemental creatures and water elemental creatures.
"They're finally here … But, I seem to have forgotten something. Heh, since I can't remember, it's not important."
What did I forget? At this moment, somewhere in the mountain range, a temporary squad was charging together with other squads with blank expressions.
But unlike their high-spirited companions, they were completely at a loss.
Who are we? Why are we here? Where are we going?
As the temporary squad leader, Marta really wanted to ask loudly, but as a "lone wolf" who had just been gathered by the temporary alliance, if the others knew that she was the squad leader of the demon king … She would probably lose her life.
Perhaps even Rorschach himself had forgotten that he was the squad leader and squad leader … Now, these pitiful and unlucky fellows were in a dilemma.
Should they help Rorschach, who was their teammate? They felt that if they rushed forward, these magical creatures that would even attack their own teammates would probably let them go? They didn't even have the chance to shout "Teammate, don't open fire!" before they mysteriously became cannon fodder and got crushed.
Should they help their enemy, the temporary alliance … That would be even more ridiculous. This was a team competition, and everyone's points were tied together. Who would be so crazy as to attack their own teammates? No matter how you looked at it, that would be a huge loss of points.
Besides, Rorschach was likely to be their future boss. If they rebelled now … Marta made up her mind when she thought of this.
"Yep, let's help Ro …"
* Boom! *
A huge cannon suddenly sounded. A gigantic watermelon the size of a house pierced through the sky and viciously smashed into the middle of the elemental army.
* Boom! *
This explosion was countless times more violent than the previous cannon. Along with the gigantic watermelon's explosion, the melon seeds exploded at high speed like a bullet, along with a highly sticky pulp.
Everyone caught in the explosion instantly activated their emergency shields. This meant that they were considered dead and had to be carried out.
* Boom! *
More and more cannon explosions sounded like nightmares descending from the sky, suddenly and fatally.
At this moment, some magical vines and roots had already scattered in the distance. A twisted catapult and two simple gunpowder cannon models appeared in front of everyone. These models were made of wood and vines respectively.
However, their height was a little ridiculous. Those exaggeratedly tall treants were less than half their height.
Meanwhile, on the ground, there was an equally ridiculously large melon field. A treant with dense branches that resembled a muscular human was running back and forth, delivering ammunition to the cannon formation.
Evidently, this was the first time that these "war weapons" had appeared. Both their design and usage were still immature.
In just a short 30 seconds, a cannon model collapsed on its own … However, the enemy's losses were obviously much heavier.
One-third of the top 20 names on the enemy's ranking list had turned gray due to this sudden cannon attack.
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