I Got 999 Level With One Cut

The commander in charge of the defense of Fort Lerge, Lieutenant General Henry Winkman, was sitting in the dark underground fortification. With a gloomy face, he injected magic into the crystal ball used for communication through a series of violent vibrations and loud noises.    

The sound of large-scale destructive magic exploding above his head was deafening. Every time magic fell, the crack on the ceiling above his head would slightly expand, and then a small pile of gravel would leak out from the crack. Winkelmann's dark green general uniform was stained with a layer of gray that looked like a cement wall. This made him feel that he had sufficient reason to question how long he could stay in this room.    

The equipment in front of him showed the old face of the commander of the central group, General Hein de Bolden. He was almost 150 years old. Compared to the level of a Great Swordsman, he probably wouldn't live for long. When he was young, he was like all the other young warriors, wholeheartedly wanting to become the powerful Titled Sword Saint. But he didn't have that kind of luck and talent. When he realized that he might not be able to reach the Seventh Rank Sword Saint realm in his lifetime, he entered the army when he was in his thirties. After working hard for more than a hundred years, he finally became the commander of one of the three groups in Aldran. Although almost two and a half of the groups in the three groups in the north and south had been destroyed, the number of troops he could command might not be as many as Winkelmann, who was a lieutenant general. However, in name, he was still Winkelmann's direct superior. He was only a Level 1 lower than the army minister in the command center of Brucedahl.    

Winkelmann's face had just appeared on Bolden's crystal ball. General Bolden seemed to have guessed what he was going to say next and sighed.    

"Don't ask for reinforcements from me. I'm sorry, I really didn't..."    

"Sir, the people of Westfalen have launched a new round of magic suppression. They should be launching the next round of attack within half an hour."    

The Army Lieutenant General who had started the call was in the underground room that was shaking like an earthquake from the magic bombardment. Although his face was expressionless, his meaning could not be clearer.    

Winkelmann had led his team to defend Fort Lerge for two days and two nights. From the start of the battle until now, the attacks from the Westfalen did not stop at all. Whether it was swordsmen, archers, mages or ordinary soldiers, they were all exhausted at this moment. The troops from Westfalen who had more mages did not even need to pay too much of a price. As long as they used magic to bombard the Fort Lerge for half an hour, then send out melee professions to jump in front of the Fort Lerge to fight. It was very easy for them to win. Even if Winkelmann's team could defend against their attack this time, what should they do next time?    

"Even if you say so..."    

General Bolden looked troubled as if he had expected it, but he was interrupted by something before he could finish his sentence.    

"Wait a minute." He pushed the crystal ball that was talking to Winkelmann away and turned to talk to something else. Winkelmann could not see the picture, but he could hear his voice. "Really? That was great. Lieutenant General Winkelmann just asked me for help..."    

When Hein de Bolden returned to Winkelmann's sight, there was a faint trace of joy on his face.    

"Let me tell you some good news. Minister Janssen just sent a reinforcement team to your direction. Although the number and combat strength are not clear... "    

Winkelmann's first reaction was surprise.    

"The more than two hundred Great Mage warriors in the north broke out of the encirclement?"    

"No..." General Bolden shook his head. "The reinforcements came directly from the capital, Brucedahl."    

Winkelmann was very confused.    

"Isn't Brucedahl lacking troops too?"    

"That's why I'm not too sure."    

"When will they arrive?"    

" I don't know. It seems like someone is looking for you behind your back."    

The Army Lieutenant General subconsciously turned his head in the direction behind him.    

What appeared in front of him was a woman who seemed out of place with the dark and damp underground command center.    

Her mage robe was very clean. It emitted a faint golden glow.    

She seemed to have noticed his gaze and tilted her head. Her blue pupils blinked slightly.    

"Excuse me, are you the highest commander here?"    

This gave Winkelmann a scare.    

Her body was emitting a gentle but deep magic surges. She should be a mage. However, he was 100% sure that there was no such person in his team. And even if there was, she could not just barge into his command center without saying a word. She definitely had to inform the guards outside the door first, and then the guards would naturally use the reason that he was talking to someone else to reject her.    

But the guards really didn't react at all.    

Could it be that they were knocked unconscious?    

Lieutenant General Henry Winkman narrowed his eyes and pressed his finger on the hilt of the command knife. He felt that he was a Fifth Rank senior swordsman. If she was not too strong, he should be able to hold on until the troops in the fortress heard the noise and rushed to help him.    

Riko Hasegawa noticed his nervousness. She blinked and reached into the pocket of her robe to take out a short letter written by Almande Janssen, and handed it to him.    

"Sir, I was sent by Minister Janssen from the capital. I am here to assist you in defending Fort Lerge. "    

Winkelmann took the letter and heaved a sigh of relief.    

Although he did not open it, the symbol of the highest command post during the war could not be forged.    

He had indeed received reinforcements.    

And from the looks of it, the leader was a mage. It might even be a mage army.    

Winkelmann was in a really good mood. He even neglected that Riko did not follow the tradition of reporting the numbers, ranks, and positions of the troops when they met. He raised his head and looked at her with a smile. "You are the commander of the reinforcement troops?"    

Riko Hasegawa was stunned for a moment and then gently shook her head.    

"No."    

The lieutenant general had a bad premonition, "Then you are a messenger?"    

"No."    

Riko took a deep breath. "I am the reinforcement."    

He did not seem to understand what she was saying. She gently bit her lips and slightly lowered her head.    

"Sorry. The so-called reinforcements are actually just me alone."