Sword of Dawn

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"It is said that some shallow believers in the army began to disbelieve after seeing the power of the supercritical accelerator," the assistant researcher also said with a little sigh, "this can be regarded as an 'accidental effect' of the supercritical accelerator."

"...When the limits of imagination in mythology can't match the wonders created by human intelligence, mythology will gradually lose its luster," Marin Leslie shook his head and said in a low voice, "but this is not enough for shallow believers. It works, devout believers always have a hundred reasons to attribute everything to the mighty power of the gods—they don’t care whether the gods behind them are happy or not. Forget it, let’s not talk about this, how long has the ground exploration team been down?”

"It's been going down for twelve hours, and we haven't reached the action limit yet," the assistant researcher immediately reported, "Now the pollution on the surface is receding, and the action planning team is discussing whether to extend the action time of each round of ground exploration..."

Marin Leslie thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "I don't recommend doing this, we have already established a firm foothold here, there is no need to increase the risk of operating personnel in order to grab this efficiency, let's rotate according to the plan, wait until this time A wave of ground teams returned, and we went to the next monitoring point."

"Yes, Chief Librarian."

Marin nodded, and then looked up at a metal platform protruding from the ground not far away. The metal platform was roughly in the shape of a raised triangle, and a transparent crystal container was fixed in the center. A huge brain was suspended in the container In the center, leisurely prodding air bubbles floating in the biomass solution with the tentacles, the load appears to be low.

"Mastermind, maintain vigilance on the surrounding area and pre-charge the self-defense artillery. We will move to the eastern contaminated area in an hour."

A synthesized voice leaning towards young women immediately sounded in the control center: "Yes, Marin, increase the danger perception, the firepower of the fortress is in good condition, ready to start at any time, and the engine power is abundant..."

Hearing the voice from the main brain, the young assistant researcher couldn't help but take a sneak peek at the think tank next to him—seriously, it's a bit strange to ask the main brain to set the speaker to a female-biased tone, and What's even more strange is that the head of the think tank seems to have spent a lot of effort to adjust the language mode of the main brain. It is said that he would secretly chat with "this ship" when he is alone. This seems to be the case in the entire Sky Fortress battle group. This is a unique situation. Most people on this "ship" suspect that it has something to do with the think tank chief's "personal aesthetics", but no one dares to say it...

It's just that the young assistant researcher can't help but occasionally have slightly offensive thoughts in his mind: Humans can't, at least they shouldn't...

"What are you looking at me for?" Maybe it was because he had been peeking for too long, but the assistant researcher's gaze was finally noticed, and Marin Leslie, who had been getting more and more bald in the past two years, couldn't help but turned to look at his assistant , "Ask any questions."

The young assistant researcher suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly expelled the thoughts that might double his workload from his mind, and after a lot of thinking, he found a topic that didn't seem so abrupt to divert the chief think tank's attention: "Then what... the chief think tank, I just suddenly felt... Isn't it a bit strange that a research facility like ours is equipped with dozens of magic cannons and rainbow generators..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a steady and powerful hand on his shoulder. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Marin Leslie's deep gaze and heard the words of wisdom from the chief think tank Into my ears:

"Young people, don't limit your eyes to the desk. We do research, and sometimes we need to 'go out'. You see, we have already left the research institute and come to the front line of the wasteland—look around These dangerous forests and dark wastelands, although on the surface it seems that the monsters entrenched here have been wiped out, but who knows if there is still danger lurking in the darkness? It would be so dangerous if an out-of-control deformity suddenly ran out from below... ..."

As Marin Leslie said, his eyes fell on the slightly bewildered face of the young assistant researcher—this is an obviously immature young man with thick hair, and he has not yet established an understanding of Big Bang. With enough love, such a young man obviously needs to be guided, and this is exactly the responsibility that a mature imperial researcher like him must undertake.

"...Therefore, it is very reasonable for imperial scholars like us to carry 32 fortress guns with us when we conduct field trips..."

assistant researcher:"……?"

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The leader of the ground operation team looked up at the sky, and saw that the majestic "Aerial Research Institute" was quietly suspended among the clouds, and the morning glow slanted from the sky splashed on the edge of the chassis of the aerial fortress , the golden-red brilliance and the magic power flow in the air complement each other, which looks extraordinarily spectacular.

Although the 'Gorgon' flying platform looks inconspicuous when it is in action with the Dawn of the World, if it is in action alone, they are all magnificent flying spectacle.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze to the sky and refocused on the work in front of him.

The thick personal protective suit isolated the cold north wind on Longji Mountain, and the double-layer shield projected by the protection system filtered and resisted the potential pollution in the air. However, even with such thick and reliable protective equipment, the surrounding devastated pollution and war The traces still make the operation team leader feel very depressed.

The surface of the soil and rocks is covered with a disgusting purple-black "substance", and the power of corruption has left a large number of criss-cross gullies on the surface of the mountain. Animals have disappeared, and bones can be seen in the cracks of the rocks. Only a large number of distorted and mutated remains of plants remain. Dirty and suspicious fragments of biological tissue were coated among some of the wreckage like mud, and the destroyed orc fortifications were scattered among the scorched earth. The broken battle flags and weapons seemed to have been weathered and decayed for thousands of years. appearance.

This is what happened to those hideous monsters after they took over a land-they stayed here for a short time, but they have already caused such appalling pollution. Undoubtedly, the scene will sweep the entire Ogure, and even the entire Western Continent.

The voice of an action team member came from the side: "Team leader, the sun has come out, and the fluctuations in the magic readings in the environment are getting bigger. We should only be able to measure the last set of data."

The team leader glanced up at the distant horizon and saw the magnificent crown of the huge sun shining on the mountains-this meant that part of the team's survey work was coming to an end.

"I have just received a message from the air command center that we will return to the research ship in an hour," the operation leader nodded, and a slightly dull voice came from under the thick visor, "After collecting data, we will check around , See if there are any missing clues."

The team members nodded, and then cast their gazes not far ahead—in front of him, there was a huge "erosion" zone, and the entire mountain was "gouged" out of thin air by huge energy, leaving behind a nearly The perfectly circular black depression, the bottom of the pit still has residual heat rising at the moment, and the edge of the depression is a black condensed substance that has cooled and crystallized, which looks spectacular and frightening.

"This is the impact point No. [-]," the operation leader said in a deep voice. "According to the battle report, it should be after the supercritical accelerator hit here that the mutant army suddenly lost control... Commander Jin Na and the military staff all Guess this should be the command node of those monsters."

"...It's a pity that there is nothing left," the team member said with some regret. "It would be great if we could leave a few dark priests who were disabled by the bombing, and we can also have a few more research samples."

"There will always be, anyway..."

The action team leader had just finished speaking when he was suddenly interrupted by a shout from not far away.

"Team leader! We seem to have found something useful!! Come here and see what it is!"

Chapter 1335 Treatment Plan

The action team leader quickly came to the place pointed by his subordinates - a sunken area some distance away from the bombing area.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the brilliant sun was shining brightly on Wolf's Ridge Mountain. Under the sunlight, the obsidian-like crystals formed by the melting and solidification of rocks on the edge of the bombing zone glowed with colorful reflections. The action team members sent to the ground by the outpost research ship gathered around a pile of strange-looking molten matter, and were using various equipment such as magic detection and life perception to detect a strange-looking wreckage in the pile of molten crystals. .

The sound of metal boots trampling on the ground came from the mountain road, and the operation team leader came among the team members. Through a thick protective mask and a breeze shield, he frowned slightly and looked at the strange wreckage his subordinates found—it was Wrapped in a mass of black things, the whole body is half buried on the hillside in a liquid form. If the discoverer is not keen enough, this thing may be easily mistaken for just an ugly stone at first glance.

But after careful observation, you will find that it has more regular edges and surfaces than stones. Although the whole has been deformed, traces of its artificial processing can still be seen, and in a damaged gap, the operation team leader can still It seems that there is a more complicated internal structure inside, with crystal-like inlaid substances and curly metal "branches".

"Team leader, what do you think this thing is?" A subordinate asked next to him, "It should be man-made, right? But it's obviously not left by the orcs... the monsters that ran out of the wasteland Can something so advanced be made?"

"Those monsters lack intelligence, and the controllers behind them are not—don't underestimate our enemies, those dark priests actually possess very advanced technology, so we can't just treat them as monsters," said the operation leader's dull voice It came from under the protective visor. He stepped forward to carefully observe the man-made wreckage wrapped in the mass of molten material, and after confirming that the dangerous substance sensing unit he was carrying had not alarmed, he stepped forward carefully and touched the surface of the thing with his fingers. Cai said in a deep voice, "This thing is definitely not ordinary...Look around, this is right next to the bombing site of the supercritical accelerator, and the nearby stones have been burned, and this thing can still be preserved..."

"We checked it with the distortion detection filter just now. It seems that there is still a very weak magic reaction in the core of this thing-but there is only a little magic reaction left, and I am afraid it is completely damaged," said another subordinate. , "In addition, it is different from other wrecks left by those monsters. There is no toxic substance left in this thing, and there is no magic energy pollution. It is strange that this thing is...'clean'."

Hearing the last description of his subordinates, the operation leader's heart moved, and his expression suddenly became more serious—the wasteland monsters give people the impression of "pollution", and there is no concept of "cleanness" wherever they go, but Here, there is a "clean thing" that does not carry pollution, which is the most abnormal point in itself.

"...We have to find a way to get this thing up," he immediately said in a deep voice, "Let the chief think tank lead someone to analyze what this thing is... Brothers and sisters, get ready to work!"

"The key is how to get this thing?" A subordinate suddenly had a headache after hearing the group leader's order, "It is completely covered by these crystals, and we don't have such fine tools to dig it out... "

"Then cut off the whole thing and take it away. I'll tell the 'above' and let them send a big cloud base transporter down." The operation leader waved his hand, "Get it up and let the lab People find a way to dig slowly, and start working!"

Not long after, in a large laboratory on the upper floor of the outpost research ship, Marin Leslie stood in front of the large analysis platform, looking at the "research sample" just sent up by the exploration operation team, with a dazed expression.

The light from the roof of the laboratory shone on the veteran researcher Cheng Mingwaliang's head, making it look dazzling.

"Our exploration team discovered this thing near the No. [-] impact site," an assistant researcher introduced next to him, "it has obvious traces of artificial processing and a complicated internal structure, which is suspected to be left by those aberrations. The 'relic', everything around the landing point was destroyed by the energy released by the supercritical accelerator, but this thing remained - the crystalline material wrapped on its surface was sent up with the sample, and the surface has no conditions to deal with it. further stripping."

Marin frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly turned to the main brain communication terminal not far away: "... Can the internal structure be scanned?"

As his voice fell, a blurry figure appeared in the sky above the communication device, and a female-synthetic voice came out of the device: "You can only scan the general outline of the crystalline material, and you cannot reproduce the contents." Concrete structure - the results of the analysis are being delivered to the analysis platform."

In the next second, the surface of a projection crystal in front of the analysis platform shimmered, and a light blue holographic projection appeared in the air. What appeared in the projection was a distorted and deformed figure that could barely distinguish its outline. cube things.

"This thing..." Marin frowned and stared at the picture presented in the holographic projection, but he thought of another thing he saw in the high-authority data link of the neural network not long ago, which was far away. The information sent by the Krakens in the depths of the ocean...

"Contact the Dawn of the World immediately!" He reacted immediately, turned his head and said to the main brain, "I'm afraid we have caught an important clue!"

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The unique complex smell of alchemy potions floated in the air, and the deep humming of some kind of mechanical device came from the depths of the ventilation duct not far away. Brighten up the neat and simple furnishings in the room, and also bring a rare warmth in winter.

Wycliffe was lying on the soft bed, feeling the alchemy potion gradually repairing the hidden wounds and toxins in his body, but he couldn't help but look out of the window again and again.

Even now, he still has a sense of unreality - just looking at the spacious and bright room in front of him, who can imagine that this place is actually in the sky?

He is currently on a "medical ship" floating in the sky, flying above Hongyu City together with this huge sky fortress!What kind of incredible experience is this?

To be honest, Wycliffe does not lack the experience of soaring in the sky. As an extraordinary person with good strength and one of the "Five Kings" of Ogulei, whether it is flying for a short time with his own strength or riding a lion It is a trivial matter for him to fly a vulture into the sky, but that kind of flying experience is a completely different concept from riding an anti-gravity flying fortress. He still remembers being sent to this "medical ship" by a dragoon fighter plane. "The kind of shock I felt after going up——

In the twilight of the sky, the huge city in the sky floats in the clouds, the majestic buildings stand proudly on the floating platform made of steel, and the steel fleet surrounds a group of cities in the sky, flying between the clouds and mist, and Above these flying cities, there are even more dragons soaring. As the morning light gradually rises, the sun rises from the distant horizon, the darkness recedes, and the earth stretches under his feet. It even gave him an illusion that a mortal has stood At the height of the gods in the past, the illusion of overlooking and dominating all things...

But maybe that is not an illusion. For the Cecilians who have completed the great feat of killing gods and built miraculous engineering creations like the "Dawn of the World", they are probably really qualified to overlook the land on this land. everything...

Complicated thoughts fluctuated in the human king's mind. Maybe it was the "healing force field generator" next to the hospital bed that was affecting him, or maybe it was the "sacred potion" that the nun gave him two days ago. "The effect of the medicine still remained, and he felt that the messy thoughts in his mind were emerging more endlessly than ever before, and at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly appeared from the window, and moved slowly in the depths of the clouds and fog .

That was the Dawn of the World, the "core mother ship" of the "Air and Sky Fortress Battle Group", and now the new center of the entire Ogulei defense line, and the "medical ship" he was on, the two he had seen before A "War Church" and several other air fortresses belong to the escort formation of the Dawn of the World.In addition to the two war churches and the medical ship that already sit in the Falm Fortress, every day there are flying fortresses that break away from this formation and go to the southern and eastern battlefields to fight—or, to put it another way, to perform "purification and disinfecting".

Under the joint sweep of these powerful and terrifying air war machines and the Cecil Expeditionary Force led by Duke Baldwin Franklin on the ground, large areas of the Ogure Tribal State were gradually recovered, and those entrenched The wandering mutant troops in the mountains and forests are being quickly wiped out.

It is said that when the Dawn of the World also sets foot on the battlefield again, it will be the day when the entire Western Front will launch a major counterattack against the wasteland—that day may not be too far away.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps coming from the door of the ward and the sound of the door opening suddenly interrupted Wycliffe's cranky thoughts. He woke up from his distraction and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

He didn't see the "doctor" who was in charge of taking care of him these days, or the nun lady who sent him here before - what appeared in front of him was a strange little old man.

He was wearing a researcher's tunic that looked dirty, as if he had just come out of the laboratory, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, he was stooped, with a smile on his face Appearance, as for temperament... Although Wycliffe has always disliked judging strangers by their appearance, to be honest, it is really difficult for this little old man's temperament to be associated with "majesty" and "stableness"...

But Wycliffe knew that since the other party could appear here and act on the hospital ship with such a sloppy outfit, he was by no means an ordinary person.

Facts proved the judgment of the human king.

"Good morning, Your Majesty Wycliffe—it seems that you are recovering well," the little old man said, with a cheerful tone and a bright smile, "I am the person in charge of this medical ship. , you can call me Pittman..."

Wycliffe froze for a moment - he guessed right, this is really an unusual character.

But he didn't expect it to be so unusual.

The person in charge of this huge air medical fortress is obviously worthy of respect. Wycliffe's expression immediately became solemn, and he got up to say hello: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pittman--sorry, my current The state may not be well-mannered enough."

"It's okay, don't mind, I'm usually not very polite anyway," Pittman said immediately, waving his hand, and then walked to Wycliffe's hospital bed with his other hand behind his back, poking his head to see Glancing at the human king's empty right arm, "I'm here to check on your situation—mainly to confirm how your physical strength and energy are recovering."

"I feel much better now," Wycliffe said immediately, "thank you for the treatment you provided. Those potions and healing devices are very effective."

"That's good," Pittman nodded, reaching out to stroke the increasingly sparse beard on his chin, "Since your physical strength and energy have almost recovered, it's time to consider the problem of your arm. This kind of limb repair treatment should be done sooner rather than later." It's not too late. All in all, I have two plans for you.

"The first plan is blood regeneration. As the name suggests, it is to use Druid technology to directly regenerate your limbs-there will be several manual interventions and surgical adjustments in the middle. The advantage of this plan is that the final regenerated limbs are the same as your original ones. There is almost no difference in the body, as if it has not been injured, the disadvantage... The cycle is very long, your new arm needs a long treatment and adjustment to grow and reach a usable level, and the new arm is definitely bigger than your original one. Arms that have undergone long-term training and magical adaptation will be much weaker, and your strength will be greatly reduced. It is easy to understand the process of an extraordinary strong man growing an arm of an ordinary person.

"I recommend the second plan. It is a new technology developed by us in cooperation with the mechanical engineering department. It is to use magical machines, artificial nerve cords, etc. to directly create a new arm for you. It sounds unbelievable? But it is true. It is possible. We can make you a strong limb of steel.

"The advantage of this solution is that it is fast. It is faster to build a prosthetic limb in the laboratory than to let yourself grow an arm. You can use the finished product on the spot, and the time you need to pay for it is basically to adapt to the new limb. In addition, this thing is also somewhat related to the technology from Tarrond. It has a very promising prospect. As long as the materials can keep up, your new arm itself can be a powerful weapon— ——You can recover your strength in a very short period of time, and you can even go back to the battlefield. Of course, it also has shortcomings, after all, that thing is not your original flesh and blood body, so it may need..."

"I'll choose the second option." Wycliffe calmly interrupted the rambling of the little old man in front of him.

He seemed to have already made up his mind.

"Are you sure? I want to remind you that this thing is not just changed casually. We have to do very complicated processing on the 'interface'. Part of your nerves and bones will be replaced with implant interfaces. In the future, you want to change It's not easy... Except for the dragons of Tarrond who have been tinkering with various implants for themselves since birth, many people here can't accept this."

"I understand, but I have made up my mind," said Wycliffe solemnly. "My kingdom and people are at war, and I don't have time to lie in a hospital bed for slow 'treatment'—I need to return to the The battlefield and organize a counterattack, Mr. Pittman, please let me recover in the shortest possible time."

Chapter 1336

When Wycliffe said these words, his expression was serious and solemn. It was obvious that he had made up his mind, and it was not impulsive—maybe even before Pittman arrived, after he had just heard from the white knight that day. By the time of Cecil's "medical technology", this determination had already taken root in the chest of the human king.

Even a cynical person like Pittman will put away his hippie smile and take it seriously when facing such a decisive king.

"Okay, since this is your decision—but I still want to remind you that this is my responsibility as the person in charge of this medical ship," the hunchbacked old druid stepped forward and talked with Wycliffe looked at each other, "The mechanical prosthesis is a new technology. It is a fusion product of Druid spells, magic machinery and Tarrond implant technology. We have already had some successful experience, but There are also immaturities. As one of the main developers of this technology, I am confident that this operation can be performed on you, but someday in the future, this arm may have problems, or worst case... ..."

The old druid stopped, seemed to be pondering over his vocabulary, and said tactfully after a while: "The prosthetic body may fail, and you may need another operation. Considering the issue of technology update and iteration, we may need to dig out the prosthetic body again." Your severed arm, replacing the artificial nerves and alloy bone joints inside—this process may not be so pleasant."

"For me, the most important thing is to recover in the shortest possible time - I heard a word from the doctor who took care of me, the alliance needs every ounce of strength now, right?" Wycliffe said calmly, "Get me a mechanical prosthetic, seriously... I'm even looking forward to it now."

"Okay, a mechanical prosthesis," Pittman sighed and waved his hand, then seemed to think of something, and asked suddenly, "By the way, is one enough?"

Wycliffe: "...Huh?"

Pittman laughed, and explained to Wycliffe while gesticulating; "Anyway, it's a toss, if you don't have enough, I can add two for you, anyway, things like mechanical prostheses are not original limbs, change them The interface is fairly simple…”

Wycliffe was dumbfounded. Just a second ago, he felt that his ability to accept was quite strong, and he could handle the incredible new technology of the Cecilians calmly, and was even a little proud of it. As a result, he immediately realized Until now, my understanding of this era is still too superficial—the things that the Cecil people have tinkered with may be too early for ordinary humans...

"Uh... this... I think it's better to forget it," the human king waved his hands in embarrassment, trying to make his expression look calmer, "Normal arms are fine, but if you have too many arms, you won't be able to use them... ..."

"That's fine, most people are really not used to this—after all, we haven't developed to the level that Tarrond was back then," Pittman was quite open-minded, and said casually when he heard the other party's rejection, "Anyway, I I will save the connector for you, if one day you think it is not enough, I will add a few more for you..."

Seeing this topic getting weirder and weirder, Wycliffe gradually felt that he could not keep up with the rhythm of the other party, so he could only maintain an awkward but polite smile and tried to perfunctory, but luckily the old druid in front of him did not After entangled in this creepy topic for too long, after some brain-opening imagination, Pittman looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall of the ward, and then stood up: "Okay, I'm here You've been here for a long time, so I won't bother you—it happens that you still have a friend waiting outside, so I'll call her in."

"Friends?" Wycliffe was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to have friends visiting while he was recuperating in this fortress floating in the sky. "Who is it?"

"You'll know when she comes in," Pittman waved his hand, turned and walked towards the door, "Anyway, she's a fluffy-looking girl, she's been waiting outside for a long time..."

"Fuzzy?" Wycliffe was a little dazed, unable to react for a while, but his doubts were soon explained - not a moment after Pittman left, the door of the ward was pushed open, A tall and well-proportioned orc lady with a bandage on her head and a loose "patient gown" appeared in front of him.

In the bright sunlight pouring in from the window, the orc lady had a smile on her face, and her fur-covered face with three-part feline features and seven-part human female silhouette looked very friendly: "Hey! Wick Reeve! It's good to see your head growing on top of your body - I got ready two days ago to weed your grave every year..."

Hearing the loud and cheerful voice of the orc lady, Wycliffe couldn't help showing a little helplessness on his face: "Camilla, your mouth... Forget it, anyway, you have been like this for so many years..."

"Your way of complimenting people is still so tactful," Camilla came to Wycliffe's hospital bed with a smile on her face, picked up the fruit on the small table next to her, stuffed it into her mouth, and gnawed He said vaguely, "You can, I heard that you persisted in Farm Fortress until the arrival of the Holy Setting Sun Squadron, look at your injuries now... tsk tsk, you finally look like a brave warrior now. To be honest, I always thought you were a bitch..."

The orc chieftain was talking casually while looking at Wycliffe's still empty arm, while the latter just curled his lips helplessly, and at the same time glanced at Camilla——

This great chief had obviously experienced hellish battlefields. Under that carefree and energetic appearance, there were various wounds that could not be concealed—or could not be concealed at all. Her head was wrapped in a bandage. Now there is only one active ear standing on top of the head, and the other is carefully wrapped with bandages. In addition, the arms, neckline, and almost every inch of the body that can be seen with his carefree movements , What was exposed was also full of scars.

Even the end of the shaggy tail was bandaged up—it was obviously uncomfortable, and Camilla had been writhing the tail subconsciously.

"You look miserable enough," Wycliffe thought thoughtfully, as if he had guessed why the other party appeared here. "So you are living on this 'medical ship' now?"

"I live not far from you, but in fact I don't want to come up - I know my body well, this injury is not fatal, and it is a waste of time to find a place to recuperate the injury," Camilla curled her lips, He muttered in an unhappy tone, "It's a pity that Cecil's doctors don't think so. They said that if I continue to struggle, I will lose at least ten years of life. For the sake of future life, it is best to receive treatment honestly..."

"Then I'm still quite surprised—you don't seem to be the type of person who would just go to recuperate because of this kind of 'persuasion'," Wycliffe shrugged, "especially in this situation, you are more likely to take Beat up the doctor who told you to rest - then give them an apology."

"...The main reason is that I haven't beaten up those doctors," Camilla said awkwardly for a moment, "Those white knights are better at 'reasoning' than I thought, and they beat me to the ground just now. Tell me about it later..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly opened her eyes again, and then she started to defend: "Of course, the main reason is that I was careless, and my condition is not good. How can I beat that kind of iron can with my bare hands! Besides, who can Thinking of a group of 'doctors' who can fight so well, next time I will definitely bring a chopping ax... Forget it, let's not talk about it."

The corners of Wycliffe's mouth twitched and he listened to the female chieftain's chanting for a long time, and finally couldn't help interrupting: "...the group of white knights claiming to be 'doctors', do you really believe it? "

"... I was careless," Camilla let out a long sigh, "I fell for the trick of the Cecil."

The corners of Wycliffe's mouth could not help but curl up. At least for this moment, he finally felt the long-lost relaxed and familiar atmosphere.

But he didn't immerse himself in this relaxation for too long. A few seconds later, the human king withdrew the smile on his face, looked into Camilla's eyes and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"Overall, it's good news. We are recovering the lost ground. The loopholes in the defense line from north to south are being repaired one by one by the air fortresses and the ground troops brought by the Cecils. They suffered a heavy blow that day, and they should not be able to organize a large-scale offensive like before in a short period of time-currently the main battlefield is shifting to the south, and Siduer's troops and some air fortresses are consolidating the southern defense line.

"Stella and her golem army are in the Holy Mountain, and the goblins are cooperating with the Cecils to build a new communication network. I don't know much about technology...

"Wenna is now in Ruby City, just below us—she is with Duke Baldwin, and is planning to take back the mountain barrier. There are still quite a few aberrations occupying the eastern mountain barrier. It is a "regular army" commanded by someone, which is different from the out-of-control monsters that are alone in the mountains and forests, and they have already "wastelanded" a large area. It may take a tough battle to regain that area, but as long as the Dawn of the World moves eastward , the problem will be solved..."