Chapter 462： Drink poison to quench thirst

In the dim room, an old voice was screaming miserably, but the magicians outside the door turned a deaf ear, as if they hadn't heard the scary voice at all.

In the room, an old man tied to a chair, with a filthy magic robe, was struggling to pull the iron shackles that bound his hands.

There was a sound of metal crashing, and he kept struggling until there was blood oozing out of his wrist, and he didn't stop.

"Let me out! You scammers! I'm really blind! Why are you here? Bastards! You bastards!" The one who shouted at this was Frenzberg who betrayed Allenhill. He was arrested half a month ago and locked up in this blind prison.

"Let Travis come to see me! Why doesn't he dare to see me? Ah? He is a liar! I'm such a fool, I believe your sweet words!" Frenzberg shook the chain on his arm vigorously. Shouted tirelessly.

It's not that he really didn't know that he was tired, but because his mental condition was stimulated to an extremely unstable state by magic.

Now his entire spiritual level has to be separated from his physical body. This state was originally an immature method of separating mental power to create **** puppets.

Unfortunately, due to the extreme instability, this approach has now been abandoned. However, in the Puppet Empire, it still exists as a means of interrogating prisoners, or as a cruel punishment.

And now, Frenzberg is accepting such punishment, which makes him very broken, and the whole person has become mad, like a mental illness.

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Travis is now sitting in his place, any food and wine can no longer make him feel comfortable.

For the puppet empire, the current battle situation does not need to be described as an even worse situation—the Northern Corps near Dolay surrendered under the command of General Goosen. The last formed unit of the puppet empire no longer exists. Up.

As for the new army on the Mullen River defense line, everyone knows that it is just a miscellaneous army that can barely be called an army, and its combat power is really not enough to stop Ailan Hill's iron hoof.

He is now full of regrets, regrets his original choice, regrets the various mistakes that have occurred in the war, and regrets that he has captured the technician Frenzberg who is very important to the puppet empire.

Recently, because of the absence of Frenzberg's technology, the research on some new weapons of the Puppet Empire has all fallen into a state of stagnation.

After grabbing Frenzberg, he learned the truth from a group of corpse-bit vegetarian magicians. It turns out that many technologies were developed by Frenzberg, and they were just a group of people who took orders from Frenzberg. Grid's assistant.

Now that Frenzberg has been arrested, it seems unlikely that he will continue to work for the puppet empire-in this case, the technological innovation of the puppet empire has become a complete joke.

He calmed down, and now he also realizes that the possibility of Frenzberg betraying the puppet empire is very slim. Ailanhill's move should actually be the accumulation of technology and the background that crushed the puppet empire, and leaks and so on. The matter has nothing to do.

But it is difficult for him to admit his mistakes. He dared not see Frenzberg again, nor could he believe that Frenzberg would forgive his stupidity.

For him, the human heart is the most difficult thing to manipulate, and he can't easily believe in others. He has been betrayed recently, the new puppet empire has been growing, and the area he can control now is less and less.

In this environment, he dared not trust anyone anymore, including the captured Frenzberg, of course. In his opinion, he would rather kill Frenzberg than let the opponent out and give him a chance to betray him.

There is another aspect, that is, he dare not admit that he was wrong now. Because if he admits a mistake once, then someone will force him to admit more mistakes.

It is a trivial matter to admit that he caught Frenzberg by mistake, but if someone questioned him about declaring war on Ailan Hill and thinking that it was a wrong thing for him to take refuge in the devil, how should he end up?

Also admit this mistake? Acknowledging that he was obsessed with ghosts, but he believed in the devil's deception and was an enemy of mankind?

Didn't all his fame in this life be ruined? Frenzberg, who had been thinking about these questions all the time, finally switched to his waiter and asked loudly: "That old guy...has he confessed?"

"Grand Magister Pavilion, Your Excellency... that old, old fellow hasn't confessed yet. He has been scolding some nasty things, and his spirit has been extremely unstable." The waiter lowered his head and replied cautiously.

In recent days, Telavish’s mental state is not very good either. This elder magister is devastated by the current battle. He can’t sleep through the night, is irritable and irritable, and has long lost his share of the great demon. The elegance and peace of the tutor.

"Then use a spirit to strip away the magic! Let him enjoy the most painful feeling in the world!" Travis said with shame that it was difficult to sheathe it.

"Yes, but the Great Sorcerer, now that he is in his state, if he strips off a mental power, then he is likely to collapse...If he dies?" The waiter swallowed a spit, and asked with some fear. .

As Travis's waiter, he certainly knew that the other party seemed to regret having caught Frenzberg on an unreasonable charge. So when he heard that Travis wanted to continue to be ruthless for his own sake, he reminded Travis in a low voice.

"Then prepare a puppet for him...just use the unfinished **** puppet, don't waste it." Travis clenched his fist and said, "Let part of his soul always live in this world." Come on, isn't this what he wants? Eternal life! I give him eternal life! What does he hate me? Huh? Hahahaha!"

At the end of the talk, his whole body laughed madly. He seemed to be very satisfied with his arrangement, and his laughter reverberated unscrupulously throughout the hall.

"Yes!" Seeing why Tara was in this state, the waiter knew that he could no longer persuade him. He felt that he could do it by doing a little favor, but if he was allowed to lose himself, it would not be worthwhile.

After receiving the order, the waiter bowed and exited the hall where Travis was located, and a general in armor passed him by.

The opponent is wearing an armor with magic inscriptions, and the style is much more gorgeous than the magic armor of ordinary soldiers. At first glance, he knew that he was a high-ranking general in the puppet empire, because such gorgeous and complicated armor was rare now.

The general walked into the hall, stood in the center and leaned slightly towards Travis, and said loudly, "Your Excellency the Grand Magister! I am coming back from the front this time to report to you the preparations for the Maren River Defense Line. Condition."

"We are building enough fortifications, but the puppets' replenishment speed is really too slow. We lack supplementary soldiers, and we have few weapons..." He complained word by word, and every word made Travis felt. Extremely irritable.

Two days ago, Travis promised to add 200,000 puppet soldiers to the front line, but now he can barely draw out the pitiful 40,000 puppets.

It's just these puppets, half of which are drawn from the production department, which is an extremely wasteful act of overdraft.

But for the entire Mullen River defense line, these supplements are not enough to alleviate the pressure.

Therefore, the general in charge of the Mullen River defense line was overwhelmed and rushed back to Burkland in person to explain his difficulties to Travis.

"If the puppet production is too late, it's okay to mobilize some civilians to serve as supplementary soldiers, and replenish them to the frontline." The general did not know Chai Migui and proposed a solution that seemed to solve the problem.

But his family knew about his family affairs, and Travis naturally knew that if he expanded the scale of the conscription and forced some civilians into the army, his approval rate would only become lower.

Now countless civilians have fled to areas controlled by the new puppet empire in order to take refuge. If he continues to conscript, it will only cause more people to fall to the new puppet empire and defect from him.

However, even if it is drinking poison to quench thirst, at this time, it doesn't care about others. Letting the people defect to the new puppet empire is tantamount to chronic suicide, but if they can't hold up the Malun River defense line, they will die faster.

Therefore, the two are the lesser ones. Before Travis had no good solutions, he could only honestly choose to continue the forced conscription of the Maren River.

In fact, if it hadn't been for the arrival of reinforcements by the demon forces, Alan Hill's main force would have already crossed the Marron River defense line.

Ten demon floating castles and tens of thousands of demon troops arrived at the front line of the Malun River, helping the puppet empire to hold the scene, and somehow helped Travis to stabilize the position.

However, when he felt that powerful space magic and heard Ailan Hill announce that he would defeat the devil in the Ludono River, his mood became even more complicated.

That young mortal emperor had achieved his momentum, and apparently no one could stop the new emperor from establishing his own prestige now.

If he does not betray mankind and take refuge in demons, maybe he should be a hero of the human world now? At least, like Lonsadre, it seems to live a very comfortable life.

There is no regret that medicine can be taken in the world, so Travis finally sighed with emotion, and promised: "I will immediately issue the conscription order, gather 200,000 people, and let them rush to the front line immediately!"

The general finally got the promise he wanted, so he nodded, leaned slightly, and left the empty hall.