Sword of Dawn

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"It's just some meaningless emotion," Marcellus's tone was abnormally calm, as if the previous anger and hatred were just hallucinations, he looked at his subordinates, and began to give orders in an orderly manner in a calm manner, "We will give up the Red Jade Forest Sea and Wolf Ridge Mountain, and leave those polluted lands to those humans—you take the runestone team, open a dark blue rift nearby, put some runestones in it first, and then move to the southern region, where There with Dittmore..."

He stopped suddenly.

An unexplained chill spread through his roots and mutated nervous system, and there was a premonition of imminent death in that chill. This dark priest transformed from a high-level druid suddenly stared at the red jade city. In the direction of Wolf's Ridge, which has become the home of the aberrations, he actually developed a "gut feeling" of being targeted by some kind of bloodthirsty beast on the isolated and open plain.

The low-ranking priest at the side immediately noticed the change: "Master, why are you..."

Marcellus interrupted quickly without waiting for the other party to finish speaking: "I have a bad feeling, let's move immediately!"

The low-ranking priest didn't know why, but he obeyed the orders of his superiors at the first time. But before he raised his roots and moved towards the eastern foot of Langji, he subconsciously looked back in the direction of Hongyu City, and couldn't help muttering: "But this place is still very, very far away from the front line. It is impossible for those Cecils' weapons to reach here..."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a terrifying scream that exploded in the night sky tore apart the clouds above Wolfridge Mountain—but what was more terrifying than that scream was that Marcellus watched a swift The stream of light flew from the direction above Hongyu City, and landed on a nearby mountain faster than the sound!

He couldn't see what that thing was, he could only see that it was faster and more terrifying than any kind of "sky fire", and that thing was even faster than sound. He didn't hear the sound in the air until the big bang rose into the sky. The sound came, and then the mountaintop not far away was shrouded in a dazzling spherical light composed of chaotic and mixed light streams of various colors. The terrifying energy pulse swept across Langji Mountain, and even made him lose sight of the whole world for a short time. The perception of the Aberration Corps, and then he saw that group of light expanding in the night sky, roaring and igniting the air, and then shrinking instantly, leaving a very obvious trace in the darkness, like some kind of space crack, and brought There was a second wave of energy shocks and terrifying explosions and shocks.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire mountain range was shaking slightly.

Two or three seconds later, the light finally dissipated, and the unknown attack came and went quickly, but the trace it left was permanently imprinted in the eyes of every witness——

The mountain top disappeared, leaving only a spherical depression eroded and hollowed out by unknown forces.

Half of the leaves on Marcellus' body fell off in an instant, and he turned around and ran away!

Chapter 1327 If luck comes, I can't stop it...

What kind of weapon is that?What is the principle?What is that phenomenon that seems to produce space tearing?What is that kind of energy that vibrates violently in the entire impact area and can even block the spiritual connection between the deformed legions?

Countless questions filled the minds of Marcellus and every sane "commander" around him, but at this moment they had no time to think about such "academic issues", only one fact was strongly impacting Their cognition:

Those Cecilians who took out the entire air fortress formation have hidden a sharp knife until now. They have some kind of powerful weapon with an amazing range. That thing can even be shot from the Red Jade City to the Wolf Ridge Mountain !Moreover, it flies many times faster than the sound, and its power can directly level a mountain!

Marcellus turned his head and ran away, and the treant priests he brought to assist in commanding the mutant army also turned their heads and ran away. A large group of twisted and deformed treants were running wildly on the scorched mountain. It was unbelievable, but behind them, those wandering aberrations and giant beasts also received instructions at the same time, and they began to move in all directions irregularly, creating large-scale smoke, heat sources, and magic reactions, and disturbing Sisi in this way The sighting and targeting of the Darren - in theory, this should work.

At the same time, on the Sky Fortress of Dawn of the World above Hongyu City, a factory-like building built in the fringe area was brightly lit. Bright magic spar street lamps and engineering lights illuminated the rectangular building. The outer wall of the building, its special sloping roof and the walls on both sides of the house have opened mechanical "wings" like magic energy wings. The mechanical device with complex structure extends from the inside of the building, and the end of it is fixed with a precision wing. The rune substrates are arranged. At this moment, huge waste energy and heat are being released from the edges of these "wings". A layer of dense mist shrouds the surroundings of the building, and quickly dissipates and dissipates at high altitude.

The building is also brightly lit. A large number of magicians and mechanical soldiers are busy around a huge equipment composed of complex guide rails, charging devices, and buffer units. Some technical assistants are working on some nearby pipelines. And next to the Power Beam summons Frost Nova to cool down anything overheated in the system.

A low whistling sound suddenly came from a partition wall at the end of the room, and then the partition wall opened, revealing the pipeline transportation cabin inside, a "car" that looked like a subway car but had a round shape stopped at the card of the pipeline. In the trough, after the car door was opened, Rebecca, who came from the control center, came out. While looking at the large device in the center of the room with bright eyes, she walked towards the top technical director at the scene: "How is it?" , is the work going well?"

"Your Highness!" The technical director immediately stood up straight and saluted Rebecca, then picked up the recording board next to him and reported excitedly, "The supercritical accelerator has reached the design standard, and we just successfully hit No. [-] on Langji Mountain. Target, and completely destroy the entire target - now the system is cooling down, and the second shot can be performed in a few minutes!"

"Oh, not bad." Rebecca nodded in satisfaction, and quickly walked to the large device and started to observe it on tiptoe - of course she is no stranger to these things, because this thing is hers from the beginning to the end. I personally led a team to tinker with this large-scale and complex multi-segmented guide rail, amazing-scale magic capacitors and overload devices, specially designed waste energy release and magic energy balance units, and multiple connection boosters. The "time clock" with precise activation, the original prototype of all these things was the "Missile Limit Accelerator" built in a certain "ultra-high-speed flight project" by the Baishui River.

Missile limit, a mysterious critical point, refers to that at several times the speed of sound, all physical flying objects in the world will encounter a "barrier" that is difficult to break through. In the concept of traditional mages, this is called "missile limit" The speed barrier is an unbreakable obstacle, a "truth wall" set by this world to the material world, and in the past many, many years, because traditional mages rely on human talent to cast spells, they will inevitably encounter spiritual limits and magical recoil Regarding the issue of damage, this "barrier" has indeed never been broken through, so traditional mages have always firmly believed in the cognition that "the limit of missiles cannot be crossed".

Until a strong-headed girl named Rebecca led a group of "non-mainstream mages" who were also strong-headed, and used a bunch of machines that would not be tired, not afraid of wear and tear, extremely accurate, and capable of repeatedly superimposing and recharging a metal stick Accelerates beyond the theoretical value of the missile limit.

There was a loud bang on the Baishui River that day, and the ordinary metal stick directly blew up the laboratory, penetrated the outer wall of the facility, and almost caused a terrible explosion on the bank of the Baishui River...

On that day, Grand Consul Hetty's hands were shaking when approving the funds, but Rebecca and her assistants held the celebration party for a whole night.

Rebecca came to the side of the acceleration device, stretched out her hand to caress the charging unit that was still emitting residual heat and the calibration support group behind the guide rails, feeling the next force that was gradually brewing in this amazingly powerful weapon, a smile appeared on her face. big smile.

To this day, the various phenomena and the principles behind them still need to be explained after the object is accelerated beyond the limit of the missile. Even Rebecca, who personally completed the experiment, has not yet found the theoretical support behind it all. However, recently Ms. Mirmina's research in the field of "unified wave conjecture" seems to suggest that this is related to the "wave boundary" between matter and non-matter. The huge energy may be accumulated from the continuous collision between the super-high-speed moving "entity wave domain" and the "virtual body wave domain" of the surrounding magical environment...

Rebecca is of course very interested in these "theories behind the phenomenon", but even if these theories have yet to be perfected, this does not affect her pursuit of pragmatism, and she first put the "Missile Limit Accelerator" to use and used it to create The most powerful bang bang in human history - a supercritical accelerator.

This thing is a good thing, it can launch an attack from a very long distance, and the huge energy accumulated by the high-speed movement of the solid matter in the magic field will be released rapidly when the shell stops, and it can kill the enemy and the enemy's ancestors in an instant. The generation has been promoted, and there is no uncontrolled follow-up damage after that, which is much better than the incendiary bomb-of course, the incendiary bomb of purgatory is also a good thing, but the power of that thing is easy to exceed expectations, the living fire element After all, it is an unstable thing.

Because of this, the boys in the technical department have nicknamed the supercritical accelerator and the incendiary bomb respectively in private. .

Rebecca's head was filled with useful and useless thoughts, but these messy thoughts didn't take long. She soon woke up from her wild thoughts and noticed that the cooling of the system was about to end. At the same time, she also I found one thing: "Speaking of which, the front-end is still using the guide rail designed before..."

"Yes, Your Highness," the technical director nodded immediately, "We have included the quick-replacement guide rails in the production plan, but it will take some time for the factory to adjust them in place. Before replacing the new guide rails, the supercritical accelerator still uses The previous 'triple launch orbit' - now it can launch two more."

"Okay, there is no need to give such a powerful name to the guide rail that can only be fired three times in total..." Rebecca felt embarrassed when she heard the name "three-shot rail", she quickly waved her hand and said, "Prepare for the next time Shooting, or shooting towards Wolf's Ridge Mountain - the mastermind saw a huge and chaotic flow of magic power over there, the enemy's command center should be nearby, but those monsters are also quite cunning, they actually know how to create a mixed interference barrier... Play casually, leave two sets of spare guide rails, until the remaining guide rails are exhausted."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The technical director said suddenly with a red face. Obviously, no one in the weapon research and development team following Rebecca didn't like the big bang bang. In the rails!"

"Received, start loading the acceleration body..." "The acceleration body is loaded, the energy circuit is unblocked, the heat barrier is opened, the shield of the operating area is opened, and all personnel are transferred to the safety barrier..." "Prepare to absorb additional shocks, charge the magic capacitor Yes, release it in ten seconds..." "Mastermind, activate the auxiliary stabilization engine, and prepare to record the launch data by the way..." "Mastermind understands, corresponding to the system startup, start recording data——"

In the "main gun bay" as large as a factory, a large number of technicians quickly completed their work, and then quickly ran to a platform at the end of the building, and several layers of magic barriers were raised, separating the operators and those The dangerous "supercritical accelerator" was isolated to prevent fatal injuries caused by the terrible heat waves and loud noises when the accelerator was working. A Magic Net terminal beside Rebecca projected the image of the main brain in the control center.

The power of the supercritical accelerator is so great that the main brain must activate some auxiliary engines to ensure that the skeleton on the edge of the fortress will not be torn apart. At the same time, this is a new piece of equipment that is still in the testing stage. The process naturally also needs to be recorded by the mastermind.

The short charging process ended soon, the countdown reached the end, and the buzzing sound came from the direction of the accelerator. Rebecca nervously watched the device fine-tune the position of each guide rail for the last time, and then only saw a streamer suddenly being Injection into the end of the guide rail—a buzzing sound, followed by a deafening roar even after several layers of protective barriers.

Even though the mastermind had done recoil stabilization in advance, everyone on the platform was still shaken by the shock.

The accelerated body had disappeared into the dark night sky like a thick beam of light, and Rebecca couldn't help shaking her head, and while digging her ears, she muttered: "Wow——my brain is buzzing..."

The mastermind projected above the magic net terminal immediately echoed its creator: "One thing to say, it's really buzzing."

"Perhaps we should consider more effective protective measures in the future, or simply set the control mechanism in another room..." Rebecca muttered, and then her eyes fell on the spares stacked on the shelf not far away. On the guide rail and the spare accelerator, "But that's all for the future... Let's get rid of these things first!"

……

A more chaotic and disorderly wind than ever before sweeps through the dusty and gritty homeland of Gondor. In the depths of the dark and cold wasteland, aberrations like mountains and seas gather in the plains and valleys, surrounded by a large number of twisted and hideous treant priests. Standing on a hill in the center of the plains, these fallen dark druids have taken root in the heart of this dark kingdom, forming a chilling forest, and buried in the wasteland for centuries. The Roots and Fibers Network operated by them constantly exchanged all kinds of information, controlling all affected mutants and biochemical behemoths like a highly efficient legion command center.

This huge legion itself is like some kind of vortex, still constantly attracting the "wild" aberrations wandering in the depths of the wasteland, making them blindly approach and become the new soldiers of this legion.

And at the center of it all, on the top of that little hill, is the current grand master of the Doom Society, Borken.

The leader of this dark druid deeply penetrated his roots into the soil of the hill, and connected them with the root system spreading underground. Information from countless lower nodes converged and diverted in his mind, allowing him to Being able to control every move of the entire legion, and with the expansion of the legion, you can understand the situation outside the wasteland, the resistance of those mortal countries and the progress of the fall.

The expansion of the legion was not smooth, and the resistance of mortals was very brave—but on the whole, the legion was still advancing outwards. Except for the northern defense line, the wasteland was spreading in all directions, and some rune stones had entered with the legion. The territory of civilization was successfully dropped into the predetermined dark blue rift.

But as time goes by, even this kind of advancement is encountering more and more resistance... The advantage of sudden attack is gradually disappearing, the mortal kingdom has reacted, and the "alliance" they formed is in the process Gradually showing their effectiveness, the mutual defense system and the simultaneous operation of land and sea transportation systems made it difficult for them to hold the line of defense, and even made the situation more stable day by day.

But the dark druids were not too frustrated about this, because from the very beginning... they considered the possibility that the legion could not completely destroy the civilized world.

Their ultimate goal is not to break through all the civilized countries—they just need to break through a part of the pre-selected areas, and then throw enough rune stones down.

The biggest disadvantage of the Mortal Kingdom is that they don't know where the rune stones are placed, which areas must not be abandoned, and the actual progress of the real plan hidden behind the offensive.

The cold wind blows through the wasteland, Borken's branches and leaves tremble in the night, he is immersed in the control of the legion as a whole, calculating the overall progress of the plan and those sad things that are destined to become history on the road of evolution. The remaining lifespan of a mortal, but suddenly, a strong nerve impulse was transmitted to his mind through the root network, causing the dark druid to suddenly open his eyes.

"Grand Priest," a nearby priest immediately asked, "What happened?"

Borken's tawny eyes were fixed on the dark western horizon, and it took a long time to break the silence with a deep voice:

"Marcellus is dead."

Chapter 1328 Overlooking the Darkness

A patriarch who commanded the large army died, this is the highest-level dark priest who died since the beginning of the war——Marcellus' soul wailing at the moment his mind dissipated was like a gust of wind in the vast root network of the wasteland Echoing, harsh and sharp, mixed with strong hatred and anger, as well as unconcealable fear and unwillingness.

This scream entered the mind of Grand Priest Borken, making him look at the western plain in the dark night in surprise, and couldn't help repeating softly again: "Marcellus is dead..."

The lower-level nodes also learned this amazing news. The dark forest gathered around the hill suddenly made a series of chaotic sounds of rubbing branches and leaves, and the dark twisted "trees" whispered on the plain, and the deformed bodies under their control The army also inevitably produced some waves—but these waves did not last for a long time, and the idea from the Grand Master made the entire church quiet in a short period of time.

The two figures stepped onto the platform at the top of the hill one after the other. Borken looked at the twin sisters who appeared in his sight, his dark brown eyes rolled: "It seems that you have also received the news."

"We can hear voices in the root network—the wailing of Marcellus at the moment of his death was really loud," Fierna said, shaking her head, "Oh, what a tragedy."

"That's our compatriot, and your compatriot." Borken immediately shook the dry branch, staring at the elf sister with an indifferent face. "You should maintain the minimum respect."

"Of course, we deeply regret this, but regret cannot bring Dean Marcellus back to life," Reina said with a sincere expression, "The key is what was sent back by Dean Marcellus before his martyrdom?" Intelligence. How did he die? Wasn’t the Western Front Legion the smoothest advance among all legions? Marcellus even sent back news that he could capture Ruby City within a week and destroy it within half a month. All the resistance forces in Ogulei's territory occupy the peak of the ancestors—how could he die suddenly?"

"An air unit of the Cecilians has entered the Western Front." Borken's eyes paused on the Elf Twins for a while, and then he said in a deep voice, "Before that, the advance of the Western Front Legion was indeed very smooth. Marcellus even reached the gate of Ruby City, but then met the Cecils who came to support him..."

Borken was silent for two seconds, as if he was carefully extracting the last thought signal from Marcellus, and then continued after a while: "He described a very exaggerated scene before, and he said that the Cecilians' Floating cities in the sky, fighting with flying fortresses and castles', he says, is a kind of war machine similar to the Temple of the Stars, but purer than the Temple of the Stars - and we are not those flying fortresses in air power opponent."

The expressions on the faces of the Fierna sisters finally showed a trace of solemnity, and they asked in unison: "Did the swelling polluter work?"

"It can't be approached - those air fortresses have a large number of escort units, and their firepower is far more fierce than that of the swollen polluters," Borken said in a very serious tone, "I don't know if Marcellus is exaggerating... In his words, our flying arms and anti-aircraft firepower have little effect on those fortresses of the Cecilians..."

"Even so..." Reina said thoughtfully, "Our legion's command node is far away from the front line, and Marcellus has always been a cautious person, he will not personally charge into the battle—even if the forward The main force was really crushed by Cecil's flying fortress, and he should have enough time to evacuate. Even Bertram had a chance to retreat when he encountered the living forest on the northern line. How was Les killed when he had established an advantage on the battlefield?"

"...This part of the information is very vague," Borken's tone became more and more serious, "The previous information was sent back when he still had time, and the content was quite clear, but it seems that there was an extremely chaotic situation before his death. In the current situation, the information sent back is not only fragmented, but also seems to have been seriously disturbed... The only thing that is certain is that when the incident happened, the main force of the Cecilians was still near the Red Jade City, and soon we and the Western Front The legion's command unit lost contact, and within a few minutes, Marcellus' last message before dying entered the root network..."

"A certain kind of ultra-long-range attack is fast and powerful, and can break through the layers of defense around the command node, and this process is very likely to be accompanied by very strong communication interference," Ferna said immediately, "I just can't be sure about this." Whether this interference is a side effect of the attack or another technical means of the Cecilians... This is really bad."

"Yes, it's very bad," Reina nodded and said, and then looked at Borken, "Then what's the situation on the Western Front now? After Marcellus died, who is controlling the Aberrant Legion."

"It wasn't just Marcellus who died in battle, but also a dozen or so priests around him—it was a large-scale blow." Speaking of this, Borken's mood was obviously even worse, "The Western Front Corps at the command node After disappearing, I fell into chaos. Although I transferred the command right to Banor, who is the closest to me, at the moment I received the news, there are still a large number of 'soldiers' who are far away from the command node and then permanently out of control... out of control and scattered The aberrations are no match for the Grand Army, and they will probably be wiped out soon, and the Western Front Army has now shrunk to the front line of the Wind-Eroded Valley under the control of Banor, and has begun to move south."

"...It can be said that you are running around like a mouse, and you are really embarrassed," Ferna sighed, "It seems that our grand plan will not be easy to realize, Grand Priest."

"Put away this meaningless exclamation, unless you are just watching the excitement at this time," Borken snorted, "Talk about your thoughts-the situation is a bit beyond our initial plan, We may need to make some adjustments in our follow-up actions.”

"Don't worry too much, Your Excellency the High Priest," Leierna laughed, her tone was very calm, "The army in the wasteland has not been fully mobilized yet, and we have not exerted our full strength. As for those Cecilians...they do have some Unexpectedly, but they can't take care of all the borders. We don't need to completely flatten every inch of land outside the wasteland, we just need to complete the release of rune stones, let those mortals enjoy false victories on local battlefields, The Loren Continent is so vast, they will definitely choose to give up some land in order to maintain the situation in the later stage - when we complete the 'domestication' of the entire planet, is the time to really decide the winner."

Reina's calm and powerful speech seemed to make Borken feel better. The branches on the edge of the canopy of the dark patriarch stretched a little, but his tone was still serious: "But it must be admitted that the Cecilians continue to If this continues, the 'window' in which we can cast rune stones will become more and more limited. Now the mortal defenders on the eastern and southern fronts have united to fight us with the strength of the whole country, especially those elves ...The crash of the Temple of the Stars not only did not destroy their morale, but instead caused their Millennium Legion to come out. Every time we put in an extra rune stone, we have to pay a price that is two or three times higher than before. This is not a good tendency .”

"Indeed, things can't continue like this," Fierna nodded and said, "We need to look for weaknesses in the mortal line of defense again, and the most important thing is intelligence—especially the intelligence of the Cecils. From the beginning of the war to the present , They have come up with too many things that surprise us, this kind of 'accident' is not a good thing on the battlefield. Their living forest is still trying to spread into the wasteland, and their flying war fortresses are definitely They won’t stay near Hongyu City honestly, we have to find out the details of these things.”

As soon as Fierna finished speaking, Leierna on the side immediately said: "Speaking of the living forest of the Cecils, as far as I know, that 'Ms. Beltella' has been trying to penetrate the forest we set up The 'immunity barrier' in the north?"

"Yes... that woman!" Mentioning the former "compatriot" "Beltera", Borken obviously gritted his teeth more than mentioning the flying fortress of the Cecilians, "She inherited what Franken left behind. All inheritance, inherited the knowledge and mysteries of that underground palace, and now she uses that knowledge against us—

"That living forest is attacking our northern immune barrier every day. For this reason, our root network must use nearly one-third of its power to resist her invasion. If this is not the case, the strength of our control over each legion It should be stronger than it is now, and it won't happen that a large number of edge nodes lose control immediately after Marcellus' death!"

"The fortress flying in the sky is not easy to deal with for the time being, and the forest tentacles wriggling underground are at least something we can touch—and the threat she poses to us will obviously increase day by day," Leierna said, "Grand Master, we We should first find a way to curb the spread of that forest, at least to understand her...survival mechanism. It is not a simple matter for a creature whose body is rooted in the Holy Spirit Plain to spread her limbs to the southern foot of the Dark Mountain Range."

Borken fell into contemplation, the dry and twisted branches and leaves were silent in the night, and then he suddenly shook his branches, and a mental signal was transmitted to the root network along with his actions.

The dark dense forest surrounding the hill swayed, and the next second, a hunched, withered figure pulled out the roots from the soil and walked out from the dense forest. This figure climbed onto the hill, and the dirty clouds over the wasteland The magical radiance naturally aroused within illuminated this figure—it was the dark patriarch Bertram who fled back to the wasteland in embarrassment from the northern battlefield not long ago, and directly buried half of the main force in the first battle.

"Grand Priest, are you looking for me?" Pertram lowered his branches, completely without the high-spirited look he had when he commanded the army to destroy the Northern Sentinel Tower and almost broke through the defense lines of Cecil and Typhon.

Although the failure of the northern defense line was not entirely his responsibility, and the living forest of the Cecilians lurking at the southern foot of the mountain range was completely unexpected, but he blindly advanced at the beginning of the battle, lost the battle and became confused, which eventually led to half the battle. It is also a fact that the main force was buried in the living forest.

After hastily fleeing back to the wasteland, Bertram was deprived of command of the Legion of the North, endured harsh punishment, and now took root like a disgrace in the corner of this twisted forest, a laughing stock of the Legion—even Those dark druids of the lowest level were secretly ridiculing the scene where he ran for hundreds of kilometers from the dark mountains, left all his subordinates and fled back to the base camp.

He never thought that he would have the chance to be summoned by the Grand Master again.

"I will give you a chance to wash away your shame and make up for your mistakes," Borken said in a low voice, looking at the crooked tree man in front of him, "Pertram, you must accept this opportunity."

"Of course, I will wait for your order at any time!" Bertram said immediately, the snake-like vine roots squirming under his feet, "I will definitely complete your task!"

"Confidence is a good thing, but don't boast so early," Borken said lightly, "Do you still have the courage to face the battlefield in the north?"

Bertram was stunned for a moment, and then shook the dry branch vigorously: "Of course, these days I have been scorched by flaming hatred, that battlefield... I am always eager to return to the front line... "

"Very well, then you will return to the northern line to support our 'immune barrier'—our root network is facing the invasion of the living forest, and you have directly contacted the spiritual body of Beltira," Borken stared at Bertlam and said, "Look for the power that pierced your soul, look for the extension track of that power underground, look for the truth that Bertila can extend the body so far, and her power origin of……"

The cold night wind blows across the plains, and the wasteland of Gondor in winter is shrouded in dead silence.

Bertram's body became even more stooped, and he hung down the branches respectfully, the dry leaves trembling in the wind: "Follow your order, Grand Priest."

Bertram withdrew, and silence returned to the hill for a while. Borken seemed to be thinking about something, while the elf twins just stood calmly not far away. No one knew what they were thinking, even Even Borken didn't know much about it.

Of course, he couldn't hear the whispers between Fierna and Leierna on the spiritual level.

"Things are starting to get interesting, aren't they?" The voice of "one of them" suddenly sounded in the telepathic connection that only the elf twins could hear.

"Yeah, floating fortresses, living forests... Those 'Ceciles' have created a lot of interesting things. Based on the foundation of this season's civilization, their development trajectory and current direction are infinitely close to that 'ideal' Model'."

"The starting point of all this is the 'visitor'."

"The changes brought about by the visitors...whether it will eventually change the mortal beings of this season, whether an extraterrestrial soul who has fallen into the world, can really become a variable on this planet...it is really worth looking forward to."

"But there is a greater possibility that this season's civilization will still disappear like the countless rounds of civilizations that looked promising before. An ambitious 'fallen person' can only be turned into a ghost in the face of the mighty force of fate. Dust—civilization is meaningless, and the activities brought by "wisdom" are just a meaningless note among the stars. Whether it is the sailors, mortals and gods, they are just leaving some fleeting moments for this universe. phantom."

"It doesn't matter. We don't have to care about this process. Regardless of whether the foreigner will change everything or not, it will be...interesting enough."

Quiet in the mind connection, "Fierna" and "Leerna" continued to stand quietly on the hill, overlooking this dark and boundless wasteland with indifferent eyes.

As Sentinels have done for the past 180 million years.

Chapter 1329 The Northern Line

In the second week of the cold month, the cold wind from the northern mountains kept whistling, and a heavy snow fell all night, covering all the long defense lines in the northern region, even the flames ignited by magic cannons and legion spells The smoke of gunpowder has also cooled down in front of the power of nature, and the mountains on the edge of the dark wasteland are covered in white.

But even the most ordinary soldiers know that this short silent winter will not last long - the cold can only slightly slow down the movement speed of the mutants, but their attacks will not be stopped due to any weather changes. In that filthy and corrupted land, the confrontation between the frontline troops and the aberrations will soon begin again, and even in a certain way... it never stops for a moment.

In the northeast area of ​​the Gondor wasteland, in the former wasteland area, Andersa Wendell was walking on the cold and barren land, listening to the soft sound of fine snow being crushed under her feet, which kept ringing in her ears In the sound of the wind, she heard some small sounds that seemed to come from the depths of the earth, and a intermittent tremor occasionally came from under her feet, giving people the illusion of an earthquake.

The Typhon commander stopped and looked towards the direction of the dark mountains in the far north—there was the defense line of the Cecils, and it was also where the "living forest" took root.

"Did you feel the vibration under your feet?" Andersa turned her head and looked at the adjutant who was following her. "It seems to have started again."

"Yes, general," the female adjutant with short silver-white hair and dark complexion nodded and said with a meticulous expression, "This is the sound of Ms. Beltira of the living forest launching an attack underground, and her main root system has spread from under our feet. , it is said that it has now extended to the vicinity of the scorched mark of mana energy—but encountered very fierce resistance from the enemy there."

Andersa didn't speak, but came to a frozen open ground according to her feeling, then squatted down, and reached out to brush off a layer of soft snow covered on the ice—because the magnificent wall in the northern section collapsed, people from The water vapor and cold wind from the world outside the wall poured into the northern edge of the wasteland. Now this piece of land that never snowed has snow and ice. Through the thick layer of ice, she saw What appeared was a wide crack that seemed to be able to reach the depths of the ground, and there was a dim red light surging at the bottom of the crack. She looked carefully, and saw creeping roots, transparent pipes, and slow-flowing water in the pipes in the dim light. biomass solution.

As if he had noticed the sunlight shining from above, a thin branch suddenly crawled up from the roots wriggling in the ground. This root was attached to the ice layer, and lightly tapped the ice The bottom seemed to be saying hello to Andersa—then it quickly retracted and continued to spread and grow toward the depths of the wasteland.

"...Should I return a gift just now?" Andersa stood up with a weird expression, and half-jokingly said to the adjutant next to her, "I heard that the bark that fell from the giant tree of Sorin theoretically contains Typhon Royal ingredient..."

The female adjutant was immediately stunned by the question, and she hesitated for a long time before she said hesitantly: "This subordinate doesn't think it's necessary to do this..."