After crossing into the wizarding world, he quietly became a god

A fat man with a kind face sat at the main seat in the command center. The fat around his waist even showed through his armor, which looked a bit funny. However, all the officers present did not dare to smile at his figure.

Because he is the leader of the Green Flag Army, Harold, and also a mid-level warrior. Although he is only a level four warrior, he is incomparable to a level three professional.

If the fourth-level wizard represents space magic and is famous for being able to build magic portals, then the fourth-level warrior's fighting spirit in the air means that the warrior's mobility has been greatly increased, and he is not afraid of the siege of low-level warriors on the battlefield.

Among low-level magic, only the third-level magic Wind Blast of the wind element can be compared with it. However, even if a third-level wizard uses Wind Blast in front of a fourth-level warrior, he will only expose himself to the warrior's attack.

"Military commander, the wall of the Green Flag Camp has been basically completed."

"Military Commander, I have ordered my men to confiscate the Chamber of Commerce's supplies."

Harold glanced at the noisy officers, then at the two deputy army commanders who were resting with their eyes closed beside him, coughed, and whispered, "I have received news from the military headquarters. The Red Flag Army and the other five armies will not come to support us. They will continue to attack the enemy fortress on Mount Gadlanmon."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the officers were stunned, and the originally noisy command center became silent.

An officer asked, "Will the military send the Bloody Knights to support us?"

Harold shook his head. "We cannot know the movements of the Blood Knights, but I haven't received any news about support from the military. I think given the military's style, they won't send the Blood Knights to the battlefield so early."

Harold then asked, "Do you know how many natives are outside the Green Flag Camp now?"

A thin officer stood up and replied, "According to the divine power sensors we have deployed, there are more than 2,000 Ouyun professionals, and their number is still increasing. As for ordinary natives, there are more than 300,000 of them. According to the analysis of the General Staff, it is estimated that the civilians among the natives have also been recruited."

"If the General Staff's analysis is correct, the number of ordinary natives will eventually exceed half a million."

The thin officer's report caused an uproar among the officers in the command center.

"Five million?"

"Does the military want us to die here?"

Harold raised his hand to signal silence, and then asked the thin officer, "So, the Green Flag Camp is definitely undefendable?"

The thin officer nodded. "There are actually only 10,000 regular troops in the Green Flag Camp, and most of the professionals are knights. Their combat effectiveness will decrease in a city defense battle. In addition, we have not prepared any supplies for the city defense, and we don't have much tung oil and arrows in stock."

"The command center speculates that the natives will definitely send the native civilians to attack the city first to consume our fighting spirit. Eventually, the native professionals will be at their leisure and will come out to deal with us."

"The natives are so determined to attack the Green Flag Camp this time. There must be mid-level priests and mid-level warriors among them. So the staff's analysis is that within three days, our newly built city wall will lose its function. Within ten days, the Green Flag Camp will be razed to the ground by the natives. This time will be even shorter."

Harold just nodded. This speculation was already within his expectations. He even thought it would be good if the Green Flag Camp could last for five days.

However, as a fourth-level warrior, his survival would be guaranteed as long as he avoided the fourth-level warriors and priests of the natives.

"Tell the staff that I want to see their breakout plan tomorrow morning."

The thin officer was stunned for a moment, then replied yes and returned to his seat.

In the Tiger Tribe, Richard's tall figure emerged from the black fog.

Now everyone in the Tiger Tribe knows that Richard has been promoted to a Warcraft and has established a hunting cult.

The hunting sect now has about thirty members besides Elsa, most of whom are young people and children.

Older people find it more difficult to accept new things, and they all look the same no matter where they are.

Richard was not in a hurry. After all, he did not have the divine power crystals left by the second-level priests. It was basically hopeless for him to be promoted to a second-level magic beast in a short period of time, and his demand for the power of faith was not that high.

As long as Elsa or other members of the sect are promoted to formal warriors, the people of the Tiger Tribe will definitely become interested in the sect's fighting spirit cultivation techniques, and then more people will definitely join the hunting sect.

Elsa met Richard and excitedly showed him their newly built sect temple.

It was called a temple, but in fact it was just a hall built of stone, which could barely allow Richard to move his body. Richard didn't care, as it was just a place for sect members to gather, pray, and learn fighting skills.

The fighting spirit training method that Richard taught to Elsa has been engraved by Elsa on the stone in the center of the temple. A fire was lit next to the stone, and many members of the sect gathered around the stone to learn.

After Richard inspected the area, he asked Elsa to gather all the members of the Hunting Sect. He then said, "Many of you already know me. Yes, I am the founder of the Hunting Sect. You can call me the Tiger God."

“In the past year, I have brought food to the Tigers and many of their members have been helped by me.”

"Now, I founded the hunting sect to make more people stronger, so that they can be fearless of the threats of wild beasts and have enough food to eat."

"From today on, Elsa is the Saint of the Hunting Sect. You must follow her leadership, develop the Hunting Sect, and get more people to join it."

After that, Richard called Elsa out, "Elsa, show me your fighting spirit seed."

Elsa showed her fighting spirit seed. The fist-sized red fighting spirit seed sparkled under the light of the fire.

I didn't expect Elsa to be so talented. In just a few days, her fighting spirit seed has grown so big. It seems that she can be promoted to a formal warrior in less than a month.

"As long as you cultivate fighting spirit, cultivate fighting spirit seeds like Elsa, and become a formal warrior, you can become as powerful as the monsters."

In fact, a first-level Warcraft is equivalent to a combination of a first-level warrior and a first-level wizard. In order to kill a first-level Warcraft without any damage, it may take more than a dozen first-level warriors.

However, now is the early stage of the hunting sect, and Richard, as the founder, naturally wants to paint a big picture to make the sect members more convinced.