Chapter 2148: Donkey good

  As an unqualified commander, McGonagall relied on the experience inherited from Alex to conduct in-depth discussions and plans with Dominic.
  The scale of this war, the number of arms involved, and the complexity of the situation are even more exaggerated than the race wars of the past.
  In the past, the race war, that is, two or three races fighting each other, seemed to be a mess, but from a separate point of view, there were not many wars in the big scene.
  Moreover, the coalition forces are temporarily formed, let alone the tacit understanding between each other, and even the trust degree may not be able to be full.
   "With this arrangement, once the defensive line is lost, I am afraid it will be difficult to control the situation." Dominic frowned as he watched McGonagall's defensive formation lined up on the sand table.
  "The Million Undead Legion, a fierce and undaunted charge, a simple line of defense cannot be held, so I plan to make an opening in these three canyons and let them in.
  Divert millions of heroes, and then lengthen the battle line.
  There are artillery battalions and magician groups on both sides of the canyon to maximize the destruction of the undead army.
   Arrange a pocket-like encirclement at the exit of the canyon, set up formations and heavy defenses.
  The dragon army moves forward and kills the undead army in advance by taking advantage of the air superiority.
  But our ultimate goal is to attract Cthulhu to take action, and try to seduce it into the formation and seal it.
   Once Cthulhu is successfully sealed, the undead legion has no leader, and the crisis is resolved. "
   McGonagall fiddled on the sand table for a while and created a new battle map.
  Dominic’s eyes brightened, he circled the sand table twice, and frowned again: "This arrangement can stop the Undead Army for a while, but how can we seduce Cthulhu into the seal?"
  The devil’s mystery is unpredictable. If the seal outside the City of Chaos hadn't lifted the veil, they didn't even know that the continent of Nolan was sealed with such a terrible existence.
  They have a long life, even longer than the existence of a race.
  Even the dragon with a long life knows nothing about it.
  They have terrible abilities and cannot be killed or even severely injured.
  Only the seal formation passed down from ancient times can they be sealed again.
  But how difficult it is, their calculations, in its view, are probably just jokes.
   "I don't know if you have heard of the theory of melaleuca?" McGonagall asked.
  "Meladon?" Dominic shook his head. This sounds like a theory of food, what is it?
McGonagall showed a somewhat mysterious smile: "Cthulhu has existed for countless years, and his wisdom must be far beyond our imagination, but no matter how high his IQ is, facing the traps we set, it still has to be carried out. Thinking:
  He may see that this is a trap, then it is on the second floor. It thinks we are on the first floor, but in fact we are on the fifth floor. "
  Dominic nodded thoughtfully, and was silent for a while, but couldn't help but ask: "So, so what is the fifth floor?"
"This, you will know when the time comes." McGonagall smiled, "Leave the formation to you, and leave the trap formation to me. My only requirement of you is to eliminate the 200,000 undead legions, and promise The blockade is not breached."
   "Okay." Dominic nodded seriously.
  Millions of heroes are in hand. If there is no such confidence, he will be the marshal of the empire for decades.
  ……
   McGonagall went to meet with Michael and learned about the current artillery manufacturing progress.
  "With the full support of Miss Hill, the current daily output of artillery has reached 300, and the output of artillery shells has reached 5,000.
   has also successfully docked with the dwarves. Fifty technicians have arrived at the dwarves with blueprints yesterday, and they will fully supply artillery.
The   goblin clan has also promised to fully supply the materials needed for the cannonballs. After the dwarf cannons are mass-produced, the City of Chaos will fully produce cannonballs and close the artillery production line. "Michael took McGonagall to visit the artillery production workshop, while introducing.
   "Miss Hill, it's a big picture." McGonagall nodded, and his evaluation of Hill took another step.
  A hero in troubled times, although Hill is a woman, she has a great pattern and vision.
  The previously opened trains have now become the best tools for transporting ore. Freight trains running between Wake Ridge and Chaos City have increased their efficiency countless times.
  If it were not for the chaos of the current situation and the current enemy, all races would inevitably pay attention to this unobstructed transportation line.
  As long as the Nolan Continent can survive this wave, the train will inevitably become a development leader in the next century of peace.
  If you want to be rich, build roads first.
  This is the existence of truth.
  And Hill holds the large vault of Buffett Bank, and has the advantage of being a first mover. He also holds the core technology of the steam engine in his hand. He is simply an excellent money maker.
   McGonagall has even thought of lying on the shoulders of giants and living a life of financial freedom.
"Yes, in the troubled times, women don't let their beards." Michael nodded with emotion. "Not only Miss Hill, but Miss Gloria from the Morton family, came to the city lord's mansion the day before and said that she would be a coalition Donate a large number of combat coats."
   "Goloriya?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and speaking of it, he hadn't seen the girl who likes tofu for some days.
  It was noon time when it came out from the city lord’s mansion.
  The sun fell on his face, a bit dazzling, the snow had almost melted, and the tips of the willow trees on the side rose a little green. It seemed that spring was coming soon.
"Alex!"
   A somewhat surprising voice sounded.
   McGonagall looked back and looked at the knight holding a black donkey standing in front of him, with a Chinese character face, an emerald sword at his waist, a simple smile, and a pair of clear eyes.
  Conti Nicolas.
   McGonagall's mind came up with his name for the first time, and speaking of it, he hadn't seen him for several months.
  He looked darker, with a thin scar on his left face, which looked like a mark left by the claws of some kind of beast.
The armor on    had many signs of wear and tear, and it was no longer bright.
  But only those eyes are still cool and energetic, like a young boy!
   "Hello, this is Alex." McGonagall said while looking at him.
   "I heard that you don't slaughter dragons anymore, now you are slaughtering demons, right?" Kandi asked with some excitement looking at McGonagall.
   "This is the arrangement recently." McGonagall nodded slightly.
   "In this case, then I can only join the Northern Expedition Legion in the City of Chaos in order to fight alongside you." Kandi said with a honest smile.
   McGonagall looked at him, then at the black donkey he was holding, and smiled and said, "The donkey is good."
  Kantee reached out his hand and touched the black donkey's head, smiled and said, "New buddy, but it's really good."