A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 542 New War

A massive horde of dragons surged forth like a tide, colliding head-on with Jiang Shuzhou's army.

Soon, the battle entered a fierce stage.

Jiang Shuzhou himself did not participate in the battle but sat in the mage tower, closing his eyes to rest. At this moment, he was controlling the soldiers to fight as if he were playing a game.

Of course, for Jiang Shuzhou, these dragon beasts were simply a matter of two spells.

But if Jiang Shuzhou has to solve everything, then what is the point of these people's existence?

He spends money to support these soldiers so that they can help in times like this.

On the battlefield, countless magical rays and the warriors' fighting spirit created a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

"Enemy location marked, requesting spell strike!"

An officer spotted the enemy commander's location and quickly marked the spot in his mind using the system.

"Roger that, spell ready!"

Soon, the mage corps received orders to cast spells in that direction, following the system's guidance.

"High-value enemy target destroyed, contribution points +1800"

"Goodness, you've gotten another cut, kid. Remember to treat us!"

The mage colleagues next to him looked on with envy at the mage who received the points reward.

"Not at all, it's all thanks to our elder brother! Everything belongs to our elder brother!"

The monk laughed heartily, and then said.

Nowadays, in an era where the "Big Brother" system is widely used, almost everyone has become accustomed to it.

Those who do not accept it will be seen as outcasts.

Born as the "Big Brother," died as the "Big Brother."

For these soldiers, the significance of "Big Brother" was even greater.

Calculating contributions, exchanging rewards, getting promoted and making money, accepting orders, and so on, almost everything depends on the "Big Brother".

For them, "Big Brother" is their god.

They would only carry out orders marked by "Big Brother"; otherwise, they were considered false and treasonous.

Even in daily life and work, he relies on "Big Brother." As a master who is well-versed in human nature, Jiang Shuzhou has a deep understanding of human nature.

If something is harmful to them, then no matter how much you praise it, in time the other person will eventually realize it.

However, if this thing has advantages, then even if there are some disadvantages, in people's imagination, they are just insignificant costs.

The "Big Brother" management system is like that; although it monitors everyone, it can also make society more fair and harmonious, and promotions more transparent.

Since no one commits crimes, nor do they have the capacity to do so, what's wrong with giving up some privacy in exchange for this harmonious and beautiful society?

Under this ideology, "Big Brother" was promoted.

"Kid, don't just stand there! Don't be distracted on the battlefield! Quick, new mission, execute it!"

His tone made him sound like a real older brother.

This is perfectly normal, after all, it was voiced by Jiang Shuzhou. He doesn't usually do anything abstract in public, this is for the sake of his authority.

"Too slow! Your dad's way faster! Hurry up, don't embarrass yourself!"

The mage who was urged to give points was named Ye Zhengtian, and he was Ye Chen's son.

Undoubtedly, as Jiang Shuzhou's student, Ye Chen, after suffering countless setbacks, understood his own limitations and realized that there are always people more capable than him.

Perhaps he is a piece of gold, but here it is all glittering gold.

In the main plane, there are also legends who live to be a hundred years old.

Of course, Jiang Shuzhou doesn't count. The 30-year-old legend is too much of a supermodel. The last one was many years ago. His current name is Safras, the god of fate, and he's run away now.

After all, he was the son of an old friend, so Jiang Shuzhou still paid him some attention.

"Hmm, let me see. The magic cannon is deflected five degrees to the left, and the musketeer line is moved forward 5.55 meters!"

Jiang Shuzhou skillfully issued various micro-operation commands.

Soon, the situation became clearer and clearer. Under Jiang Shuzhou's superb and meticulous command, his troops gradually gained the upper hand, and the dragon beasts were forced to retreat in defeat.

"Useless! What good are you all?!"

White Dragon Aite roared.

"Your esteemed master, your humble servants have exhausted all their strength. Please have pity on us!"

At Aite's feet, a dragon-blooded kobold knuckle knelt on the ground, speaking in utter humility.

They are a subordinate race of the dragons. Due to the influence of the dragons' power, they possess a trace of the dragons' power, but therefore they can only obey the dragons.

The weak can only rely on the strong; that is their tragedy.

"I said, attack! No retreat!"

Aite coldly glanced at the kneeling dragon-blooded kobold, then smiled cruelly.

"I don't need trash!"

After saying that, he opened his blood-red maw and swallowed the dragon-vein kobold below in one gulp.

With the sound of bones shattering and screams of agony, the loyal former chieftain had been swallowed whole by Aite.

"Now, you! Go and command them!"

Looking at the group of timid kobolds around him, he casually pointed.

"You, it's you!"

Aite waved his hand, pointing directly at a dragon-blooded kobold.

"Master? Me?"

"Yes, it's you. You'll lead the battle!"

The kobold felt lightheaded and somewhat unreal.

He was just an ordinary kobold before, but now he's been appointed as the battlefield commander. Isn't that a bit too much...?

He wanted to refuse, but after seeing Aite's cold eyes, he gave up the idea. If he refused, he would definitely be eaten.

If that's the case, then there's only one answer!

"I will pledge my allegiance to you! I will fight for you until my last breath!"

"The kobold said."

"Haha, great, very energetic!"

Aite laughed heartily, with the blood of the previous commander still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

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"What's going on? Why are they getting worse and worse?"

"A soldier said."

The dragon beast troops, who had previously managed to put up a fight, were now running around like headless flies, as if the opposing commander had been replaced.

"Be vigilant and cautious."

The other soldiers spoke cautiously.

He couldn't figure out what the other side was up to.

Jiang Shuzhou, who was in the rear, didn't care about this. He knew that at this point, the opponent's defeat was a foregone conclusion.

Now, his only worry is the enemy legend.

As time passed, most of the dragon beast army was wiped out. Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, a terrifying aura swept across the battlefield.

"I am Pale Calamity Aite! Your deaths are nigh!"