Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 72 Reinforcements Arrive

The elven scout rolled off the ground, his face filled with excitement and ecstasy, and said to Elder Muyu:

"Elder—"

"Her Majesty's reinforcements...the reinforcements have arrived!"

Elder Muyu's body trembled, and he suddenly grabbed the scout's shoulder.

"What did you say? Reinforcements?"

"Yes! It's not far behind us!"

"Led personally by General Adrian of the Silvermoon Guard!"

Elder Muyu felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head, and his blood boiled.

There is still hope!

This battle is going to be tough!

He asked quickly:

How many people came?

"Fifteen thousand men!" the scout shouted.

Fifteen thousand!

Elder Muyu was startled, realizing that this was the maximum force the Elf Queen could offer for support, aside from the forces left behind to guard the royal city and resist the demon invasion.

Adding their five thousand here, the total army is twenty thousand!

When Lostia was in danger before, the reinforcements that were gathered were these 20,000 men.

Elder Muyu's heart sank.

Even with the 15,000 reinforcements sent by Her Majesty the Queen, it was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot against nearly 100,000 demons.

Composite bows and repeating crossbows are powerful, but can they penetrate the thick hide of siege beasts?

Can it stop the endless winged demons in the sky?

We'll still need magic.

The chances of winning are slim.

His eyes lit up at this thought.

Magic? Aren't there many mages among those holy humans this time?

With their help, we might be able to win this battle!

He glanced at the slowly expanding portal behind the valley, then at the swirling, buzzing metal objects in the sky.

No refunds.

If you withdraw, you'll lose everything.

He took a deep breath, turned the griffin around, and flew towards the temporary camp.

The most urgent task is to keep those Holy Humans in check.

They are key to this defense.

Archbishop Kyle is a sixth-tier archmage, along with two fifth-tier mages and several fourth-tier high-level mages. If this force is willing to fight desperately, it can at least withstand the first wave of demonic attacks.

Just hold on until the portal is fully open...

Inside the camp, the holy human mages and guard knights were in complete chaos, arguing fiercely around Kyle, who was maintaining the magic circle.

"In the name of the Holy Light, we must retreat immediately! The demon army is coming! Staying here is tantamount to waiting to die!" A young mage's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

"Retreat? You make it sound so easy!" another older mage immediately retorted, pointing to the still-functioning magic circle.

"It's clearly stated in the contract that we are responsible for building the portal."

"Now that we've given up halfway, are you going to compensate the elves for all the gold coins and treasures they paid?!"

"Who cares about gold coins when we're about to lose our lives!"

"quiet!"

A fifth-tier mage rebuked them in a deep voice, his authoritative gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"Panic will not solve anything. Elder Muyu has already asked the Elf Queen for help; we should hold on for a little longer."

"Besides, with Archbishop Kyle here, even if the battle goes against us, it won't be difficult for us to escape."

"But if we give up now, we will not only have to return all the payment, but also bear the consequences of breach of contract."

"Gentlemen, have you figured out how to explain this to His Holiness the Pope?"

The word "Pope" was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing all the noise.

Everyone fell into a silent dilemma, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Just then, Elder Muyu's griffin descended with a gust of wind, and he leaped down from his saddle.

"Esteemed Venerable Masters!"

His voice drew everyone's attention.

"Our reinforcements have arrived, right behind the valley," Elder Muyu said bluntly.

A stir ran through the Holy Human race, and the despair on their faces faded slightly.

"Reinforcements?" The young mage who advocated retreat was skeptical.

How many people are there?

"Fifteen thousand elite Silvermoon Guards."

Upon hearing this number, the glimmer of hope that had just been ignited quickly cooled down.

Even with the five thousand here, the total force is only twenty thousand, which is meaningless against the demons that roam the mountains and plains.

"Excuse my bluntness, Elder," the older mage said, straightening his robes. His tone was polite but distant.

"The disparity in troop strength is too great; we should not make unnecessary sacrifices here."

"It's not worth risking all our lives for a mere door."

Elder Muyu did not refute, but simply pointed to the sky.

"What is that?"

Following his finger, everyone looked and saw strange, buzzing flying objects continuously emerging from above the portal.

They were arranged in neat square formations, suspended in the air, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"That's support from Lord Lin Mo's world," Elder Mu Yu said in a deep voice.

"If they haven't given up, how can we?"

He withdrew his hand and looked around at the crowd.

I understand your concerns.

"I hereby pledge in the name of the Elder Council of the Elves."

"Regardless of victory or defeat, and regardless of whether the portal is ultimately completed, all the payments made by the elves will not be refunded."

"As long as you all fight alongside us and do your best to defend, that's enough."

"If things ultimately become unmanageable, you may leave on your own; we will not stop you!"

After the words were spoken, the Holy Human Race fell silent.

The mages, who had been arguing fiercely just moments before, were all stunned.

The older mage, who was most worried about losing his gold coins, suddenly had eyes that shone like two gold coins.

He cleared his throat abruptly, turned around, and, with a pained expression, rebuked his hesitant companion:

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear what the elder said?"

He straightened his chest, his expression solemn.

"If the elves are so benevolent, are we, the holy humans, the kind of cowards who betray our alliance?!"

"For the honor of the Holy See! For the glory of the Holy Light!"

"We must stay and fight to the last moment!"

The other mages exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement.

"That's right! For the glory of the Holy Light!"

"For His Holiness the Pope!"

Elder Muyu looked at the assembled holy human mages and bowed solemnly in respect.

Thank you everyone.

He said no more, turned and leaped onto the griffin.

A fifth-tier mage of the Holy Human race loudly gave the order.

"Everyone, follow me to the front lines!"

A moment later, after leaving several sturdy protective magic arrays around Archbishop Kyle and two people to guard them, a dozen pegasus horses carrying mages and knights soared into the sky.

They followed Elder Muyu's griffin, flying towards the defensive line at the valley entrance.

……

Meanwhile, on Blue Star, at the Arctic base.

On the large screen in the temporary command center, the real-time images transmitted by the drones were crystal clear.

The massive demon army had advanced to within two kilometers of the elven defense line.

The dust they stirred up as they moved resembled a black sandstorm.

"How many drones have been deployed?" Long Zhan looked up from the screen and turned to ask.