Sword of Dawn

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Camilla spoke slowly, with complicated expressions and a low voice: "...to this day, we have lost many lives, cities and villages have been razed to the ground, fertile fields and water sources have been polluted, and forests have been turned into charcoal. Many of us survived... Wycliffe, you are an optimistic person, you don't need me to persuade you at this time, right?"

"Yes, many of us survived too," Wycliffe said softly, his eyes slowly cast out of the window, and the majestic shadow of the Dawn of the World was floating up from the depths of the clouds, reflecting the pale golden sunlight, "to live very nice."

"...Indeed, it's good to be alive, to be able to do for the dead what they failed to achieve."

The ward fell silent for a while, and the two tribal leaders were each lost in thought, until a voice suddenly came from a communication device on the table not far away, breaking the silence in the room—a resident A young female commander with a golden single ponytail appeared in the holographic projection above the device, looking at Wycliffe with a serious expression: "I am sorry to interrupt your conversation with your friends, Your Majesty Wycliffe, I am Cecil Supreme Air Force Commander Gina Prince, I have something to ask you about some details about the previous Battle of Farm..."

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Two hours later, in the north of Wolfridge Mountain, in front of the ruins of Farm Fortress, which was once breached and razed to the ground by the Aberration Corps, a majestic steel church stood on the scorched earth, and the energy barrier formed by the Holy Light covered the original fortress. The city wall and the energy coverage of the cathedral of steel chariots formed staggered firepower strongholds, and an urgently built fortification blocked the mountain pass area that had been opened before, and the muzzle extending from the fortification pointed vigilantly at A large occupied area on the east side of the mountain range.

Large swaths of obsidian crystal-like molten material flowed down from the nearby mountain, forming layers of undulating obstacles in the mountain pass area—the flame of the purgatory incendiary bomb has long been extinguished, but the horror left by it is still in shock All creatures who dare to challenge this battlefield.

In the sky above Farm Fortress, another steel church is still floating in the sky, maintaining the air supremacy in this area together with the entire air combat formation.

Inside the Flying Church, nun Marianne is standing in front of the steel-cast podium. A holographic projection floats above the iron-cast platform in the shape of a prayer book. It clearly shows the ruins of the Farm Fortress. Judging from the shooting angle, This scene obviously came from a communication terminal installed on the ground.

A priest wearing thick white knight armor appeared in front of the projection. He saluted the nuns on the pulpit and said, "Sister Marianne, we have arrived at the ruins of the north tower. This should be the place where King Wycliffe Xiang Jinna The place the commander described."

Marianne frowned: "Did you find anything?"

"Not yet, all the traces here have been destroyed, even if there are any clues, I'm afraid they have been buried in the deepest part of the ruins—but there are still some magic fluctuations here, and we are collecting the magic interference readings in the environment. "

"Seriously search, something wrong must have happened here," Marianne said in a deep voice, "Aberrants once used a large number of abnormal forces to attack the strongest defense of the North Tower of Farm, and came here again after completely destroying the North Tower." It has been entrenched for a long time, which is not in line with their general law of action...Those monsters may have erased a lot of clues, but under the thunderous attack of Chapter Chief Amer, they should not have time to erase all traces."

"Yes, Sister Marianne!"

The white knight replied in a deep voice, but after two seconds, the young priest still couldn't help asking: "Sister, what are we looking for?"

"...Our front-line scholars found clues to the real purpose of the Wasteland Legion on the Wolf Ridge Mountain. What we are looking for may be a black cube with a side length of one to two meters, called a rune stone. Trying to use this device to achieve some ulterior and sinister purposes..."

The blond-haired Sister Marianne said with a serious expression. She glanced at the aerial bird's-eye view presented by another group of holographic projections nearby, looking at the devastated land of Augure and the warriors guarding the main road of the mountain pass. Take a deep breath.

Perhaps the actions of the Chapter's warriors in this land have not been truly victorious, and behind the apparent retreat of the monsters is the truth of their terrible plots.

But... Those monsters showed their feet after all.

Chapter 1337 No Retreat

In Cecil City, in the study room covered with blue velvet carpet, Amber delivered the information just received to Gao Wen: "This is a new clue found by the Western Front Expeditionary Force in the area once occupied by the aberrations. I've sorted it out, take a look."

Gawain recovered from the work at hand, looked up at Amber who was protruding his upper body from a shadow rift and holding a document in his hand, and asked casually while reaching out to take the things in the other's hand : "What aspect?"

Amber handed the thing over, and jumped out of the shadow rift holding the table: "The ground operation team of the outpost research ship found the remains of some kind of man-made object in the ruins of the aberrant camp on Wolf Ridge Mountain. Preliminary analysis of that thing and the Kraken The cubes 'salvaged' in the deep blue veins are similar to a certain extent, but the damage is serious, and many structures can no longer be restored-now the cube has been sent to the transport plane and transported here.

"On the other hand, King Wycliffe, one of the Five Kings of Ogure, provided clues to the expeditionary force. He said that the aberrations had inexplicable actions when they attacked the Fortress of Farm, and they stormed regardless of losses. The high ground where the North Tower of the fortress is located stayed there for a long time. After that, the technical priests of the Holy Sun Chapter searched the ruins of the North Tower based on this clue, and found the rune matrix and mana crystals that had not been completely destroyed under the ruins. According to the remaining energy fluctuations at the scene, the technicians suspect that those aberrations or the commanders behind them once performed some kind of... magic ritual with huge energy fluctuations."

Gawain was flipping through the documents he had sorted out in his hands. At this moment, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped, and he raised his eyelids to look at Amber: "Some kind of magic ritual with huge energy fluctuations?"

"For example, open a space rift leading to the dark blue vein," Amber shrugged, "that's what the technical experts said."

Gawain's eyes fell on the document in his hand again. After staring and pondering for a long time, he finally threw the document on the table, and leaned back on the chair behind him after taking a long breath.

The lightness and clarity brought by the clues surfaced and the depressive urgency brought by knowing the conspiracy appeared in his heart at the same time. The two feelings mixed together, but made his thoughts clearer and sharper than ever.

"This matter..." Amber carefully watched Gao Wen's reaction, held back for a few seconds and finally couldn't help but speak, "What do you think? Those deformed bodies..."

"At this time yesterday, Aldernan also sent a contact. Rosetta mentioned that their frontline commander noticed some abnormal movements of those monsters, and suspected that there was a bigger conspiracy behind the actions of those monsters. Now we have found further substantive evidence...this evidence matches the clues discovered by the sea monster before." Gawain sat up straight again, and said in a serious voice, "Amber, I think this is the real clue of those monsters. What they want to do——their operation of dropping rune stones in the dark blue webway is still going on, and this matter is far more important than other operations, even..."

At this point, he paused for a few seconds, as if he was weighing something repeatedly, but in the end he still expressed his bold guess.

"Even their large-scale attack on the civilized world this time may be just one of the means adopted to achieve this... Behind their military operations, putting those 'cubes' in specific places is their real purpose." Target."

Hearing Gao Wen's words, Amber couldn't help but widen her eyes: "You mean, their real goal in launching such a massive war is not to occupy any place, nor is it to destroy a certain country. Many of the actions are simply a cover, just to be able to throw those 'stones' into the deep blue webway?!"

"Maybe there is no conflict between dropping cubes in the dark blue webway and 'creating destruction'," Gao Wen raised his eyelids and looked at the shadow assault goose in front of him. "The only shortcoming we had before was that we failed to drop the enemy in the wasteland." The Cubes' and the war they're waging this time - we thought it was two separate operations, but now it looks like the two things are one."

Amber blinked her eyes, and the information she had grasped was quickly assembled in her mind, gradually sorting out a new context, and after a while, she broke the silence thoughtfully: "So we can confirm at least two things now: first However, it is obviously not enough for those monsters to just drop 'cubes' in the wasteland. If there is some kind of 'indicator' for their action, then part of the 'points' in this 'indicator' are obviously located in the civilized world, so they can This war must be waged, and in some places, action at all costs.

"Second, their 'delivery plan' has not yet been completed. No matter how much is left, as long as the predetermined 'delivery target' has not been achieved, they must continue to act..."

"In a sense, both of these are good news," Gao Wen nodded and said, "The thing we were most worried about at the beginning was that the Sentry's plot against the Deep Blue Webway had reached its final stage, and the mortal world had no time to take action. Countermeasures, but now we find that those monsters are still looking for places to drop that kind of cube, which shows that our enemy's actions are not going well... Maybe the 'system' that the Sentry is trying to build has very strict restrictions, Maybe it was the sea-monsters' erratic 'salvage' behavior that disrupted the enemy's plan... No matter what the reason is, it's a good thing."

Gao Wen's words made Amber feel relieved, but soon, she realized the hidden pressure behind these optimistic judgments: "But in this way, we are now 'to ensure local advantages, use strategic depth, and gradually reduce the enemy's 'The combat policy is..."

"That's right, I'm afraid we have to make some adjustments," Gao Wen nodded slowly, "The 'Sentinel' is still dropping cubes into the dark blue network lane, but we have no way to determine its 'dropping standard' What is it, we can't be sure where the next 'drop point' is, and we can't be sure how many cubes the enemy plans to drop... So the only thing we can do at this stage is to stay on all fronts without retreating any more. A new occupied area, because any breach may mean that the plan of the sentinel will be advanced, even if we can recover those areas later, those monsters may have already dropped the cube..."

"But our counterattack plan will be difficult to handle in this way," Amber scratched her hair vigorously. Although she is not an expert in military affairs, she has been influenced by Gao Wen for so many years, and she still has some simple truths. I can understand, "There is a long front around the wasteland of Gondor. The alliance's military strength is not very abundant, and now it has to defend all positions. Whether the local advantages that have been established with great difficulty on the northern and eastern fronts can be maintained is a question. Question, not to mention that we also plan to counterattack the wasteland and build a 'blocking wall' that runs through the entire wasteland in the Gondor polluted area... how can we have so many troops?"

"...Tallond has sent three waves of expeditionary forces, and now they are at the forefront of the three fronts of Ogure, Typhon, and Cecil. The Holy Dragon Principality, the Northern City-State Federation, and even the Dwarf Kingdom have also sent themselves The elites at the bottom of the box have been dispatched, the situation in the southern part of the mainland is unknown, and the Violet Kingdom is a bunch of self-closing hermits, who can't be counted on at all..." Gao Wen said slowly, his face looking a little gloomy, "But no matter what, Unless we can accurately determine where the 'Sentry' will drop the next cube, the only thing we can do is to hold all the lines of defense, this is not a multiple-choice question..."

In his thoughts, his eyes slowly fell on the map hanging on the wall not far away—on the map of the entire Loren Continent with accurate proportions, the red and blue arrows and annotations marked almost the entire land. Regarding the situation on the continent, except for the lack of information in the southern region, intricate marks can be seen everywhere on the entire wasteland defense line, the coalition forces from various countries, the large-scale offensive of the aberrant legion, the canine-toothed occupied areas and contested areas, and the fragmented grandeur. The wall barrier... In the center of the vast civilized world, a dark and broken deep pool appeared, and the dirty mud overflowing from the deep pool polluted everything around like a poison.

Gawain stared at the map, but he began to focus more energy on the connection deep in his mind. His "vision" gradually increased in his senses, and the satellite's bird's-eye view from outer space emerged in his mind.

Between the clouds and the fog, he saw the Loren Continent in flames of war. The sun was slanting on the land from the side of the top of the atmosphere. The dark wasteland in the center of the land was as eye-catching as an ugly scar. The luminous high wall surrounding the entire territory of Gondor is now in a fragmented state. In the gaps, there are dazzling traces of purple and black mixed with dark red. These traces "flow" from the wasteland, as if Corroded scars are imprinted on the original green mountains and green waters, and around each of these scars, one can see rising smoke, or continuous flashes of light—or, a piece of ruins.

The old satellite monitoring system cannot give all the details on the land, and there is even more impenetrable interference in the area with the strongest smell of wasteland, but even so, the bird's-eye view from space can still give Gawain a general understanding of Loren The situation on the mainland—this information is not comprehensive enough, but at the most dangerous moment when the communications in various theaters were cut off and the friendly defense lines fell one after another, it was these limited information that allowed Gao Wen to always have a general grasp of the situation and prevent everything from getting out of control.

Even now, this bird's-eye view still works.

Gao Wen's "eyes" were focused on the southern part of the mainland, which was the last area on the entire front where communication with the north was severely impeded so far - the communication problem was even second, after all, at least Amorn could be on the mainland now Acting as a messenger between the north and the south, the biggest problem on the southern front is the lack of support.

Although Typhon's magician group and national knights are strong, but after the loss of the Battle of Winterhold, they have lost the power they used to be proud of the other countries. Currently, only parts of the northern part of Typhon can maintain partial power on the entire Eastern Front. In an advantageous situation, it is difficult to provide any support to the south. Ogulei has just recovered from the crisis of almost subjugating the country, so naturally there is no leeway. As for Cecil...

It was too far away, and the Imperial Navy led by the Winter was still repairing the communication network along the western circumnavigation route, and the army led by the Dawn of Earth and the Duke of Baldwin was not enough to support all the way to the south.

And even if there is no such a long distance, there is no way, the military strength of the Cecil Empire is also limited, and under the pressure of the Wasteland Legion in the northern region that is about to make a comeback, it is impossible for Gawain to distribute the military strength on hand to other places indefinitely.

But even so, the coalition forces of the Gaoling Kingdom and the Silver Empire still had to defend the entire southern battlefield.

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In the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain under the sunshine, the towering giant tree of Sorin covers the land, stretching her huge branches in the sunshine and breeze, and a deep and sweet sound is heard deep in the crown of this "miracle tree" Echoing in some of the chambers, it's like a wind chant, and it's like a dream whispering.

In a large-scale chamber wrapped in layers of wooden structures and green leaves, the soft twilight illuminates the open space, and the fluorescence on the surface of the vines begins to flow, and in the center of the chamber, a large number of vines and In the depths of the "nursery" formed by intertwined roots, a group of flower vines suddenly spread out, and Bertila's figure appeared among the flower vines, and slowly opened his eyes.

"...The poisonous spores have failed, and the propulsion has stopped..." The former dark patriarch whispered to himself, but there was not much expression on his face, "Oh, you are indeed my former 'citizens', It's quite tenacious to resist..."

She could feel the warm winter sun shining on the canopy of Thorin's giant tree, but at the same time, she could also feel the darkness and coldness coming from far to the south—her distant limbs were moving toward the The wasteland extends, deep in the soil and rocks, at the edge of the Gondor wasteland, the roots and vines belonging to the giant tree of Thorin and the root system belonging to the dark priest of the wasteland are continuing a war that ordinary people cannot understand.

Toxic spores, fighting split organisms, antagonistic pheromones, and the most direct strangulation and nerve parasites—every minute, every second, Beltera is using his own methods to kill the layer of "immunity" that protects the root network of the wasteland. "Barrier", trying to extend her power to the interior of the wasteland, and every second, the root network controlled by her former compatriots is also carrying out tenacious resistance and counterattack.

This kind of tug-of-war has continued from the beginning of the war to the present, and has even begun to have a visible impact on the ecological environment near the entire northern front—luxurious green plants grew in the black forest, and thorns and thorns began to emerge from the corrupted dark land. Rotten vines, all kinds of normal or abnormal plants spread on the border of the civilized world, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.

At this moment, a part of Bertila's consciousness was temporarily withdrawn from the protracted confrontation in the distance. She took a short rest, thinking about the "recipe" of the new nerve agent and pheromone, and at the same time seriously feeling the sunshine over the Holy Spirit Plain.

This sunshine is her favorite pastime on weekdays.

But at this moment, a slight rustling sound suddenly came from the depths of the chamber, interrupting Bertila's thinking. She looked up in the direction of the sound, and saw that the "door" formed by the leaves was facing The left and right sides were opened, and a petite figure in a plain gray coat poked his head out cautiously.

"Sister Bertera... you're 'back'? I heard some movement here..."

Bertila looked at the petite elf who appeared in front of her in surprise: "Berna? Why did you come here?"

Chapter 1338 Before Homecoming

The "door" made of leaves and vines retreated to the sides with the rustling sound. The petite blond elf stepped into the chamber with an open interior space from the dark corridor. She stepped carefully across the shimmering lights. A plant catheter that looks like a blood vessel or a nerve fiber, walked towards Bertila and said in a low voice: "I... woke up and heard a lot of noise outside, so I came here to have a look..."

"A lot of voices?" Beltira was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized, "You mean the noises heard in the neural resonance, right? I'm sorry for waking you up—they were nerve signals from the border of the wasteland. "

As she spoke, she slowly walked out from the vine bushes where she lived. The lush flower vines and leaves separated from behind her like a robe and receded, forming a structure resembling a throne. Her sight fell on On the petite elf in front of him——

The young elf called "Berna" was only wearing a simple dress, and the exposed skin on the arms, back and legs could be seen everywhere with light green mixed with golden thin lines and complex runes and connections. These runes and lines form a tattoo-like "array" in an orderly but complex manner, and where there are no runes covered, her skin presents a white to almost transparent texture. The blood vessels are faintly visible, but it seems that there is some kind of glowing... "solution" flowing inside.

These features, which are obviously different from normal humans or elves, cover Berna's body surface, giving this young "elf" an inhuman feeling like an alchemy doll out of thin air. She stood still in front of Bertera , the runes on the surface of the body flowed a little, and then glanced at the vines and nerve nodes that had shrunk to become the "throne", and asked cautiously: "The border...is the border still fighting hard now?"

"The battle is fierce, but you don't have to worry about it—the enemy is a group of reptiles who can only occupy the wasteland, and they can't reach the Holy Spirit Plain," Bertila said casually, with undisguised contempt in his tone, and then She looked at Berna, although there was no change in expression on her face, there was still a bit of concern in her tone, "It's you, your body has just completed the last stage of growth, now you need a good rest to let your nervous system get used to it, come back Go to the room, or go to the neural network to find friends to play..."

"I can't sleep anymore, I feel very energetic..." Berna said softly, seeming a little distressed, "And the news about the battlefield in the south is everywhere on the neural network, and friends I know are talking about it Almost something..."

The young blond elf paused at this point, as if hesitating, but finally couldn't help but say, "I heard that the situation on the side of the Silver Empire is not good? We seem to have lost contact with the south. Were alone and helpless, and not even... not even the Temple of the Stars fell from the sky..."

"Some people just like to exaggerate in the neural network. The farther away they are, the more exaggerated the rumors will be," Bertila immediately commented unceremoniously, even the flower vines under her feet shook, "The Temple of Stars is to block the barrier The gap in the top landed on the surface. The Millennium Legion of the Silver Elves and the Ranger Legion of the Gaoling Kingdom have already stabilized the defense line, and we have not completely cut off contact with the south, but the magic network communication has been temporarily cut off. ——We still have messengers traveling through the Shadow Realm and Typhon Empire’s backup communication channels to communicate with the south, how could the situation be so serious..."

"Crash landing... When I left my hometown, my instructor said that once the Temple of the Stars landed on the ground, it would be impossible to fly again," Berna recalled those memories that had been a little blurred and yellowed in her mind. The distant memories seem to be another person's life, but in the recent "waking up" days, they are constantly surging up, a little bit in her body "manufactured" by cutting-edge biochemical technology and magic rune technology. It became clear in the body, "The messenger... the messenger you are talking about is the mysterious messenger code-named 'Deer Router'? I heard from friends on the Internet that the messenger is an ancient existence that His Majesty the Emperor got acquainted with... "

"...More or less," Bertila said casually, and then couldn't help asking, "You seem to be very concerned about things in the south recently?"

"I..." Berna hesitated for a moment, grabbing the hem of her clothes subconsciously, "I want to go back and have a look... Back to the Silver Empire... Since Mr. Messenger can go there, maybe..."

"Berna," Bertera said without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, she stared at the young elf who had just been "born" from the biological concept, her tone seemed a bit complicated, "I did promise to send you Going home, but... we didn't expect this war to start so early and to fight like this. Now the situation is not suitable, the war is burning across the continent, and your body..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but glanced at the exposed runes on Berna's body.

The complex druid runes and the divine power inverter matrix inscribed on the body maintain the stability of this body, and a set of liquid circulation system coexisting with blood vessels in its body flows a complex bioalchemy solution, multiple Protected nervous system, spare organs and bones with internal armor... This seemingly weak body actually condenses the most extreme biochemical technology of the Cecil Empire at present, and was bred by the giant tree of Sorin , A creation even more incredible than a synthetic brain, and all of this is to bring an elf who has been dead for many years back to this world, so that she can survive in the external environment stably.

"Although I have used technical means to allow you to move outside the culture sac, and the results of several tests are still in line with expectations, but your last growth stage has just been completed, and more tests are needed," Beltira patiently He said, "In the giant tree of Sorin, I can deal with your problems in time, but once I go to the south, I will not be able to take care of you—in the Silver Empire, who can repair your body?"

Berna stared fixedly at the former dark patriarch in front of her, and after a while, she suddenly laughed.

She is still the little elf Berna, but she is no longer as ignorant as she was back then. She knows about Bertila's past, the dark death of all things, and what happened to her, but precisely because of this, Looking at such a "dark patriarch" at this moment made her feel particularly...unbelievable.

It's just that the elf has made up his mind.

"I know the state of my body—Sister Bertera, don't forget that I also have the knowledge you shared in my mind, and I know how my body works," the petite blond elf said calmly but firmly, " I know the south is dangerous, but that's why I have to go back and see, I've been away from home for a long time, maybe some people can't see it this time, and they won't see it again... And you don't have to worry about this body coming out Situation, the Silver Empire also has a lot of excellent druids, and I can deal with my 'fault' urgently, even if there is a problem, Mister Messenger will be able to send me back here in time."

"The messenger... well, maybe." Bertila said helplessly, her mind (and many auxiliary minds) spinning rapidly, and when she realized that the silver elf who had been away from home for many years had made up her mind to After making up her mind, she began to think about the feasibility of this matter - if she couldn't dispel the other party's idea, then the only thing she could do was to keep this matter from getting out of control.

After thinking for a while, she finally raised her eyelids again, looked at Berna and exhaled: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you—but don't rush to get excited, we have to deal with this matter." Make a good plan, I can't let you go to the south in such a reckless way, you have already paid the price for your recklessness. And I have to discuss this matter with Brother Gao Wen, that messenger..."

She paused when she said this, and even the mimetic face that was difficult to express couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth at this moment: "That messenger is not an ordinary existence, I hope you won't be frightened when you see him in the future."

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The wind mixed with the flames of war and gunpowder smoke passed over the old defense line that had turned into a piece of scorched earth. The coarse dust was blown up by the wind and slapped on the fragmented land and the towering walls of the border fortress. The flags were flying in the wind. The edge of the flag scorched by flames and magic power brushed Belsetia's pale golden hair in curls, and the wind brought whispers from the distant forest.

Belsetia looked down at the land, and didn't say a word in the wind. Only a faint fluctuation of magic power occasionally came from her side, showing that she was listening to the "voice" from afar.

A tall, middle-aged man with short black hair, wearing armor, and one eye covered with a dark red blindfold stood beside the ruler of the Silver Empire, overlooking the scorched earth in the distance and the area at the end of the scorched earth together with him. The "mountain" crawling on the ground, after a long silence, the middle-aged man broke the silence: "Our attempt to recapture the Blue Rock Hills has failed, and the soldiers have temporarily withdrawn their defense lines—those monsters threw themselves into the Blue Rock Hills. There are more troops than we thought, and they seem to intend to 'build' there as a long-term stronghold."

"I have heard the news from the wind that the Guardian Ancient Tree and the warriors of the Millennium Legion are on their way to support, Your Majesty Odris," Belsetia said in a deep voice, "Now our front has been deadlocked at the Blue Rock From the hills to the forest barrier... as more and more Millennium Warriors cross the Homecoming Bridge, so do the monsters that emerge from the wasteland."

"...Although the most critical moment has passed, we are still far away from the real dawn, Your Majesty," Odris, the king of the Gaoling Kingdom, slightly squinted his only remaining dog in the wind. Eyes, "Several areas in the northern occupied area of ​​​​the forest barrier have been converted into wasteland. We have to allocate a considerable amount of troops to deal with the distortions that continue to 'grow' out of the air, and find ways to purify them. The pollution spreading in the forest, the whole battle line is stretched too far, our soldiers are exhausted - those monsters are not afraid of death. If the situation continues to stand like this, we will be at a disadvantage again."

Belsetia didn't speak for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, she said in a low tone: "But we can't take a step back... You know the news from the north that the real purpose of those monsters attacking the civilized world is extremely powerful. It may be to drop some kind of 'control node' that can control the magic system of the entire planet at a specific location. The current stalemate is very difficult, but it is a stage of no choice, and we must survive this stage."

"...The day the Temple of the Stars fell, you didn't abandon the Gaoling Kingdom, so the Gaoling Kingdom will never abandon the 'Alliance', but I still have to say... If there is no way to break the game, this battle will be really serious. It’s not easy to fight,” Odris sighed, “Recently, our reconnaissance team also found traces of aberrations on the northwest border. Obviously, some monsters that originally attacked the Western Front are now heading towards us. Although the current It's not a lot, but that's not a good sign."

Just as he was halfway through speaking, there was a rush of footsteps from the nearby city wall. Belsetia turned her head and saw a man with short black hair, a long sword around his waist, and a military uniform. The young man is walking towards this side quickly, that is the only son of King Odris of Gaoling, Lorraine who just came of age not long ago.

"Why are you so flustered?" Seeing Lorraine's hurried appearance, Odris immediately frowned, and asked in a slightly stern tone.

"Greta Fortress is under attack," Lorraine said quickly, "The enemy came from the direction of the dark intersection..."

"Again? Those bastards are endless, right?!" Odris, with a rough style of painting, cursed immediately, the hair on his head stood up, and then he walked quickly to the other side of the city wall, turning his head to face Belsetia said in a hurry, "I have to meet with the generals, the recent situation of Greta Fortress is not very good - Your Majesty, as I said, if there is no way to break the situation, This battle is really hard to fight!"

The tall king and his young heir quickly disappeared from the city wall, and Belsetia's sight quickly returned to the direction of the forest barrier. With the unique perception of the silver elves, she could not only see the devastated The land of the earth, can see other things filled between the forest and the soil - the breath of life struggling, the power of chaos spreading, the "memory" left by mortals on the land is being swallowed by darkness, civilization is fading, and has faded It reached the edge of the fortress under its feet, but it stopped here tenaciously. Supported by the strong will of countless mortals, this boundary line was in a stalemate with the dark force from the direction of the wasteland, and they continued to devour each other, A tug-of-war between one and the other.

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At the same time, on the northern front line of the wasteland of Gondor, Fendil Weld in military uniform was driving a magic armored vehicle through the vast wilderness between the advancing camps.

The cold wind slapped the door of the magic car with frozen shards of ice and snow. The whistling sound in the wind kept people's nerves tensed all the time. The mountains in the distance became hazy under the bad weather. It became hazy, but a beam of bright blue light lit up in the snowstorm in the distance—it was the light released when the purification device was running, and it could just guide the way forward in this bad weather.

A soldier's voice came from behind: "Sir, do you need me to change shift? You have been driving for a long time."

"No - we are passing through the gap in the purification area, it is best not to stop." Fendil said to the subordinates sitting behind without looking back, then lowered his head slightly, and glanced at the task summary at hand:

Task: Go to the newly established frontline laboratory and assist the laboratory leader to deploy the magic net communication system.

Mission note: maintain a calm and polite demeanor.

Chapter 1339 Frontline Laboratory

Fendil just glanced at the mission summary, and quickly turned his attention back to the road in front of him—the wind and snow at this moment seemed to be a little lighter than before, but the weather was still bad, and the temporary hardened road was on the way. A snowstorm extends toward the dim distance, and at the end of the road, something can be seen standing on the top of a hill. There are artificial lights in that direction, which should be the end point of this trip.

The voice of a communication technician came from the rear at this moment: "Sir, who do you think would set up a frontline laboratory in such a place? This is almost close to the line of fire between us and the mutants..."

"That's why it's called the frontline laboratory," Fendil said without turning his head. "I heard that the laboratory is used to study the wasteland environment and the characteristics of distortions. Of course, it will be set up in the nearest A place within the wasteland."

"...Anyway, the person in charge of this kind of laboratory must be a bold enough scholar. How can ordinary people dare to stay in this kind of place," the soldier said with a sigh, "The above also reminds us to maintain enough respect and calmness... respect I can understand that this kind of scholar should be respected, but why do I need to mention calmness?"

Fendil himself was actually quite curious about this, at this time he couldn't help but think about it, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Who knows, this mission is mysterious... maybe it's because of the laboratory The image of the person in charge over there is a bit strange? After all, you see, we already have a great artisan who looks like an iron ball and a great magister in the form of an arcane spirit..."

"Strange image? Will it be ugly?"

"If you ask me, who should I ask, anyway, there should be some strange looks." Fendil said casually, and did not continue this kind of unnutritive dialogue with his subordinates, but continued to pay attention to the people on the road vigilantly. Condition.

This place is already located in the Gondor wasteland. Before the big hole in the majestic wall appeared, there was only a piece of rotten wasteland and endless haze, but with the disappearance of that energy barrier, the environment in this area also disappeared. Then there was a change, the airflow from the outside made it rainy and snowy, and due to the drastic changes in the flow of magic power, the weather here was even more unpredictable and extreme than other places.

The empire has successfully established several propulsion bases and purification devices in this area. In a sense, this original wasteland can now be regarded as the new frontier of the civilized world, but it is not safe here: in the south The assembled army of aberrations is still maintaining the offensive on the northern battlefield. There will often be small groups of aberrations passing through the battlefield blockade. They will often be wiped out quickly in this area, but before that, they are also a real threat Watching the engineers walking between the frontline camps.