Chapter 780-Battle of the Adept's Tower
Chapter 780 Battle of the Adept’s Tower
World of Adepts, Fire Throne.
The battle in front of the tower was nearing its conclusion.
After seven days and nights of constant fighting, the two hundred magical machines that Fire Throne had dispatched had all been lost in Magma Hall. The Alliance paid the price of twenty-six adepts and twenty-four thousand soldiers for this result.
Of course, the losses of the former was what made the hearts of the Alliance leaders ache.
After all, regardless of how many soldiers they lost, they could raise the banner of recruitment in their territory and replenish the ranks. If there weren’t enough young men, they could have their citizens increase their birth rate. At any rate, civilians were like chives; harvest one batch, and they would slowly regrow after a while. The adepts had never been worried about not having enough mortal soldiers.
However, the loss of these twenty-six adepts truly hurt the hearts of the Alliance higher-ups.
If these twenty-six deaths had all been inflicted upon a single clan, it would have been enough to cause that clan to disband.
After all, they had done such things before, just on a smaller scale and not as conspicuously. At any rate, these souls would disperse and return to the river of souls even if they didn’t collect them.
Rather than that, why not have them contribute a little to their masters in life before thoroughly vanishing?!
“How much energy does the tower still have left?” Third Grade Adept Yurga coldly asked.
A First Grade adept beside him quickly took out a piece of strange equipment and pointed it at the tower. Soon, he obtained an accurate number.
“They have 1,275 pulnars left, sir!”
A pulnar was a unit of measurement that adepts designated for magical energy. One pulnar was equivalent to the magical power of a First Grade fireball. While 1,275 pulnars might sound like a lot, it was extremely little for a tower.
“Very good. Very good,” Yurga laughed coldly and said, “We’ve waited for so long and this moment has finally arrived. I now call for all adepts to enter the battle. We shall attempt to exhaust the enemy’s last dregs of magical energy in two hours and enter the tower itself.
“The first adept to enter the tower will be entitled to the first choice of spoils. The clan that this adept belongs to will also gain an additional three percent of the share of spoils.”
“I hereby declare that this battle for the adept’s tower has officially begun.”