.Wishes are good, but reality and wishes always have a certain distance. I don’t know if they are not eloquent in recruiting personnel or if there are too few officials under Feili’s command, but in short, the recruitment work is not going well.

When most job seekers saw that they were recruiting cannon fodder, they shook their heads and walked away. A few people asked carefully and knew that they were going to the wild and desolate Mazka continent, they changed their minds. Even if they offered ten gold coins per person, and they desperately promoted the legend of the Mazka continent about the Golden Kingdom, they did not touch many people's hearts--as long as they were not extremely poor, saving their lives is more important than wealth.

After more than a month, not to mention the squadron leader and the squadron leader, there were only a few recruiters who were promoted to the squadron leader. Most of the recruits were gangsters, beggars and fugitives, and there were big problems with their physical and psychological qualities. Therefore, after some screening, almost two-thirds were eliminated, and less than two hundred people were honorably a member of the Volunteer Army.

Just when Feili was at a loss for the difficulties in recruiting soldiers, two old acquaintances arrived at the right time and solved all his problems in one go.

"These two beautiful ladies, Bishop Tanice of the Temple of Ilistra, and Bishop Isabella of the Temple of Ameta, are currently serving as infantry captains in the Volunteer Army."

In the temporary barracks composed of many tents and prefabricated houses, Feili pointed to two toned and upright dark elves female priests and introduced to Dekin's Chamber of Commerce and the Navy officers of the Seventh Fleet, "They provided our army with more than 1,600 well-trained Drow Elves warriors. The main force of this rescue operation depends on these beautiful female warriors!"

"You have to be polite, respectfully elect your Excellency." Bishop Isabella nodded reservedly, and then smiled brightly at the people who came forward to watch the lively people. "Hello everyone. I am Isabella, the servant who serves the Crying Lady. Here, I am very proud to announce to you that in the name of justice and patience, we Crying Lady's warriors have the confidence to endure any hardship and pain, and must sweep the evil elves colonial forces out of that land! Devotional faith and firm belief will help us overcome all enemies..."

In such a sudden situation, when everyone heard such a long speech, they felt like they wanted to faint. Feiri grabbed her head with both hands, her face full of regret. Bishop Tanice looked at her colleague awkwardly, and she now looked even more distorted than a barbarian. She was even more fanatical than a berserker, and she looked completely like an epilepsy.

If there is any god in this world who is selfless and so selfless, it is the weeping lady Aimetta. This kind goddess always advocates that believers should endure pain, so she is deeply loved by rule. In her teachings, only by taking the initiative to suffer and endure pain can one get rid of it. Any "just action" that is in danger of life will definitely be full of enthusiasm to get a kick, which is the best among cannon fodder. It is still free.

Therefore, Bishop Isabella, of course, had to jump out and warmly support her with a difficult self-challenging nightmare behavior like a lonely army expedition to foreign lands and save the refugees. Just like when she was defending the city of New Demon Sobrey, she led more than a hundred people to attack the Elf Army camp with her wings.

The doctrine of the Dark Elf Lord Ilistra is not as slutty as the Crying Lady, thinking all day long how to commit suicide with a thrill of praise from everyone. But for the sake of competing for believers and selling face to the Magic Goddess Church, who is eager to get the scroll of Nasser, the Ilistra Church still follows the footsteps of the Temple of Aimetta and actively selects soldiers to join the war - no matter what era, the spread of religion depends on establishing heroic deeds and attracting public attention. The most relished topic is war.

In this world that has just emerged from the dark age, the mainstream of social public opinion is to advocate force, worship heroes, praise sacrifice and dedication. A confrontation of "evil forces" will greatly increase the popularity of religious organizations. It will shift the eyes of believers from the internal defects of the church - covering up internal contradictions through foreign wars. It is not a patent of the state machine.

In this way, Bishop Tanice, who had won the battle last time in the Dunes, had won nothing because he had already signed a contract to fight and was naturally honored to be elected. He was kicked out by his colleagues in the church as a scapegoat. He appeared again under Feili's command with a group of brainless or fanatical female warriors, causing the volunteer army to reach more than 3,000. Feili managed to collect some veterans of the giant bear army who had retired and returned to his hometown through Zena and Charlotte's route, and finally barely gathered 4,000 people. As for the remaining vacancies, he could only go to the Mazca continent to recruit.

In recent times, these newly recruited soldiers have been undergoing coordinated training with the magicians brought by Fili from the Arctic Port under the command of two female bishops with rich combat experience to adapt to small team combat in complex environments. Judging from the current situation, the training results are very unoptimistic.

In the eyes of quite a few soldiers, it is a very good thing to have a mage support behind him when he is fighting in front... In fact, judging from the combat experience of Feili, a half-slave officer, this is not always the case.

On the battlefield, more practical magic can usually be divided into two types: attack magic that directly kills the opponent and auxiliary magic that supports one's own people. As the range of guns increases, its practical value has dropped greatly. Although it is still widely used, it is not very easy to use appropriate magic.

If you don't have to consider your own people, magicians usually like to play map cannons and use high-power large-scale magic to smash everything around them into scum. But if you have to avoid your own people, how to aim will become a headache: As we all know, magicians usually have poor eyesight and slow movements due to long-term study of books, and the situation on the battlefield is more chaotic... Attack magic is not a missile, and it does not have the function of identifying enemies and me, so it is not fun to shoot with one finger or dissociation technique. As for using group fear technique to destroy their own defense line, or summon meteorites to smash their own soldiers... If it fails due to such an oath incident, I believe any general will be angry.

Even if it is used to enhance, interfere and bless the spells, without tacit cooperation, there is no way to play a positive role: the sudden increase in power or speed cannot be adapted to in a short while. If someone's power suddenly increases several times, he may not even be able to walk the way - just how to maintain body balance is a big problem.

As for being blessed by the magician during the jump, the leopard's speed and then hit the ceiling; or when siege, the acceleration technique was suddenly cast, but the whole person could not hold back and fell into the trench; and when the airborne was airborne, the feather drop technique was blessed too early, causing the strong wind to blow dozens of miles away; and when demining the mine, the bear's patience was applied, which reduced the touch and finally detonated the mine... This kind of thing is already common in training. It may be even more outrageous in actual combat.

Without long training and running-in, powerful magicians sometimes have more help on the battlefield than positive effects. Just like the New Army imported a large amount of Western arms in the late Qing Dynasty, but locked them in the warehouse and couldn't bear to use them. When the Eight-Nation Alliance arrived, they couldn't even find a soldier who could fire guns, and finally had to give the arms to the enemy.

In a sense, it would not be a bad thing that Feili did not recruit many magicians when she first created the Giant Bear Legion. Otherwise, with such a low level of commanders and even worse quality of soldiers, without the enemy fighting, the troops would collapse due to endless accidents. Low-quality troops can only be equipped with low-level equipment and firepower.

Therefore, the common legendary warriors, mages, and priests mixed with small teams is not so easy to piece together. Time, tacit understanding, experience, trust, understanding, and cooperation, and nothing can be omitted. You can know the other party’s intentions without saying a word. It is the minimum condition. If you want to complete the feat of slaying dragons together, you have to work together to fight monsters and upgrade, and start with the goblins all the way - because there are a lot of technical problems to be solved. If the legendary figures who can kill dragons together after meeting each other, if it is not the legendary mistake, they are all supported and watched the show except for a main labor force...

Therefore, magicians and warriors who can be skilled in cooperating combat, even if they don’t take risks together from childhood to adulthood, have at least several years of experience together. In just over a month of assault training, it is obvious that such a goal cannot be achieved. So far, there are still many problems in cooperating combat between magicians and drow elves warriors. Feili is ready to let them learn about war in war.

Recruiting and training soldiers is already so difficult, and finding a translation job is even more difficult. Feili originally thought that the residents of the Xinnaserier colony were migrating from all over the world, and there were also a small number of natives from the Mazka continent, so it should not be difficult to pick some translated. As a result, a Mazka immigrant from the old subordinate brought by the Giant Bear Legion and asked, and it was revealed that things were not as simple as they imagined.

"I want me to be an interpreter? Sir, our family has moved for four or five generations. I can only speak common language and Naseril!...What? Ask me why I wear fur coats and feather decorations on the mainland of Mazka? That's to be able to receive subsidies for ethnic minorities! Otherwise, who would like to dress like a turkey all day?"

Feili, who was unwilling to give up, asked many people again, but it was very disappointing to him: these guys with feathers and tattoos were actually almost all yellow-skinned bananas, and the backward language of their nation has long been forgotten. Occalypse several conservatives who value the cultural heritage of their nation are all Aztecs or Mayans. It is really hard to find the immigrants of the Incas, and even if there are, they probably have already melted bananas.

In desperation, Feili had to fill the magic phone with 300 magic positions with clever words for future communication. In order to save trouble, he once wanted to ask Owo to keep a clever word on himself, but the fat lich looked at Feili with a hairy look for her for a long time, and then said with a smile.

"Constant clever words on yourself? Someone has tried this idea in the past. Do you know what that guy ended up like?"

"Uh? The spell failed and the backlashed?"

"No, the spell is successful." Owo shook his head, "so that guy went crazy."

"What?!"

"Don't be so surprised, it's normal for this result." Owo shrugged. "The clever words were not originally intended for translation. Its earliest function was to achieve communication between humans and animals. If used alone, it would be equivalent to building a bridge between two people's hearts, and its function was limited to talking to the target. But if it was constant on the body... it would be equivalent to establishing a communication relationship with all the creatures around him at the same time. Don't talk about humans, even cats, dogs, insects and ants can understand what you are saying, and of course, you can understand them."

"So what will happen?" Feiri felt a little confused.

"How is it? Of course, the information and mind are completely confused!" Owo glared at his little eyes, and his voice instantly increased by octave. "For example, you yelled to a woman, but you attracted a large group of sows, bitches and female rats, well, maybe a female zombie. He was eating supper with relish, but he heard the scarab talking about where the dung balls tasted better; and when he met, he accidentally confused the bark of the pet with the words of the guests... Tell me, what is the consequence?"

Feili tilted her head and imagined it, and couldn't help but feel creepy.

"…There is indeed a possibility of making people crazy." He nodded and admitted.

"So, the self-righteous guy had severe schizophrenia before he could figure out how to get rid of constant." said the fat lich slowly, "How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

"...I'd better work harder, find Jingshui Youhu or Azhisha to learn foreign languages." Feili replied with a wry smile, "I don't know if the old bald donkey's wind has been better."
Chapter completed!