After hearing the news brought by Hetty, Gawain did not look surprised at all: "Is it an expected rejection... Yes, after all, this involves the foundation of Typhon."
" It seems that the wolf general will not cooperate." Hetty stood in front of Gawain's desk, holding a stack of information in her hands with a serious expression on her face, "And... I think what she said is right: This is not a decision that a commander can make. Only Rosetta Augustus has the right to make this level of exchange of interests."
"Of course, upright technical exchanges are better," Gao said. Wen smiled, "It's just that this level of technical exchange is difficult to achieve in peacetime, let alone the current tense situation... That's all, I just have the attitude of giving it a try. Andersa's refusal It's an expected result."
When he said this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It seems that choosing Bud as the intermediary to contact Andersa was the right decision. Such a sensitive issue. Anyone who speaks in the past will probably make the Wolf General's blood pressure rise, and one of them might start a fight. The reason for leaving this matter to Bard is to guard against this - in theory, the Wolf General Even if his blood pressure is high, he probably won't be able to fight against his long-lost father...
Some wild associations floated through his mind. Although Hetty didn't know what his ancestor was thinking about writing. , but she still saw that Gawain was a little distracted. She couldn't help but cough slightly, and after attracting Gawain's attention, she continued: "Currently, the plan of 'mass production of extraordinary beings' is on hold. The ongoing plans are mainly There are two aspects. One is to continue to optimize and adjust the equipment and training methods of the psychic singer from a technical level, and find ways to reduce the neural load on the user. The other is to start to select matching personnel from mages and transfer some of them. The former battle mage was transformed into a psychic singer...
"In addition, Bertila also proposed a third plan. "
"The third option? Gawain raised his eyebrows, "What's the specifics?" "
"This is a document sent from Solinburg. Bertila has already prepared the draft," Hetty said as she put the document in her hand on the table, with a smile on her face. The expression was somewhat strange, "I took a look at it... How should I put it? She is indeed a former dark druid. This thing she conceived... is quite challenging for people's ability to accept." "
Gowen became more and more curious upon hearing this. He reached out to take the document and opened its cover. On the first page of the document, a line of huge title letters came into his eyes: "Giant Wetware Node" Application Prospects and Technical Key Points in the Field of Assisted Spellcasting", and after this line of title there is a line of smaller letters: In order to avoid moral and ethical risks, all wet parts in the plan are grown and manufactured by the Thorin giant tree.
Gawain's eyes stayed on these words for several seconds, and then he opened the subsequent contents of the document with a strange feeling - a rigorously worded document with complete data, complete details, concise and easy to understand, and even read It's time to get upTechnical solutions that can directly enter the practical stage are unfolding before his eyes.
Before taking a closer look at the contents of the plan, he couldn't help but sigh at Bertila's professionalism as a technician - he was responsible for taking the blame for all things... The Death Society of All Things should be worthy of its reputation. They hold the most cutting-edge biochemical technology in human history. Even if they are a dark sect, no one can deny that the top leaders of this sect are well-deserved technical talents.
Few of the senior teams at the Magic Research Institute can produce such a technical document.
After such emotion, Gawain was quickly attracted by the ideas mentioned in the document. He looked carefully and flipped down until a vivid concept map appeared in front of him. In front of me -
A giant brain floating in mid-air, a dizzyingly complex neural connection scheme, a group of soldiers connected to the giant brain using artificial nerve cords... This picture is indeed what it looks like. What Hetty said challenged ordinary people's ability to accept "weird things". That thing looked like a terrifying product that could only be summoned in some evil religious ritual. Gawain felt that this thing was simply sanity at a glance - —But this thing is used to protect the mind...
Below the picture, Bertila also specially marked a line of small words: Individual psychic singers are just ordinary soldiers, forming a group Then comes the complete "Psychic Choir".
"This makes some sense...provided that this thing is not so weird," Gawain couldn't help but muttered after seeing the small words, "A dozen heads are dragged behind People with nerve cords are flying at low altitude over the battlefield around a floating brain. This is a terrifying and weird scene..."
As he spoke, he quickly turned over the Deputy schematic diagram, and continued to look at the subsequent content of the document. When he was about to read the end, Hetty on the side asked: "Ancestor, what do you think of this plan..."
"To be honest, Apart from being ugly, there doesn't seem to be much wrong with her... Bertila has been in the Dark Sect for more than seven hundred years. Now I mainly wonder if her aesthetics has been completely ruined... No, it doesn't matter. This plan does work. Of value, except for being ugly," Gawain frowned and said with a rather tangled expression, "What's more important is that we don't seem to have much time to waste now, and anything that can come in handy must be used as soon as possible. Get up...but it's still too ugly."
"Then..." Hetty asked hesitantly, "What's your approval?"
"Is it approved?" Wen turned over and took a look at the schematic diagram, and sighed and said, "Bertila said that most of the processes of this plan can be completed by several chambers in the Thorin giant tree, since it will not occupy the existing technical team. And the cost of the facilities, there’s nothing wrong with letting her try it...it’s still a little ugly.”
Hetty wrote down Gawain’s instructions, put away the document with a dull expression, and felt old.The ancestors may not be able to get over this hurdle...
At this moment, the magic network terminal next to the desk suddenly made a sound and flashed, finally interrupting the nonsense swirling in Gawain's mind. The latter He quickly woke up from the impact of the technical documents, quickly straightened his expression and connected to the Magic Network terminal.
The terminal made a slight buzzing sound, and then a clear holographic projection appeared in the sky. Yuri's figure appeared in the projection. He saluted Gawain with a serious expression on his face: " Your Majesty, we discovered something while analyzing the fragments of Malm Dunit's spirit body, and we think it is necessary to report it to you."
"Are you with Naritir?" Gawain. Blinking, his expression soon became serious, "What did you find?"
Yuri nodded and immediately began to report the clues that he, Magnan, Naratir and others had just discovered. Gawain He listened intently behind the desk - as Yuri's report continued, his expression became more and more serious.
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On the northwest border of Typhon, in the frontline area of Winter Wolf Castle, the air is still filled with a pungent smell, and the waste energy generated after the release of large-scale spells is spreading across the plains and river valleys. Wandering in between.
A heavy snowfall a few days ago briefly covered this scorching battlefield, burying the land destroyed and burned by artillery fire and magic bursts. However, in the face of the fire of war, this huge The solace of nature was torn to pieces in the end - no one in the steel-made war machine or the fanatical soldiers could appreciate this winter snow scene. After a high-intensity battle, another piece of land was burned to the ground.
The Cecil temporarily retreated, and Typhon's subsequent troops began to clear the scorched earth.
A Typhon officer wearing light black armor and a heavy coat walked on the still hot battlefield, the ground under his feet was muddy and cold. The Cecil's explosives overturned almost all the soil layers on the hilltop. Everywhere you looked was ugly black soil and broken stones. There were black-red, unfinished, and unfinished rocks seeping between the soil. Coagulated blood, or mixed with mutilated human remains, there are only a few corners of the entire hill where you can still see a little bit of white snow - those white colors are mixed in the black and red background, looking eye-catching and a bit dazzling degree.
The smell in the air was so pungent that it was nauseating - the officer had been on the battlefield for a long time, but the smell permeating this battlefield was something he had never smelled in other places. It was not only the smell of blood , and many more pungent things.
The soldiers were busy near him. Some were sorting and recycling supplies that could still be used, some were collecting corpses that could still be buried, and some took out the prayers they carried with them. Reading books, praying and requieming to their respective gods, the officers frowned, stepped past the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and continued to move forward.
Finally, he stopped next to a boulder that was blackened by gunfire - this may not be a boulder, but a destroyed fortification building -- A dying man was lying there, like a squirming ball of mud, lying among the snow and blood.
The officer squatted down and looked at the Typhon soldier who was breathing hard. Judging from the remaining clothing marks on the other man's body, he should be a member of the 11th regiment of the National Knights, a higher-ranking soldier. The low knight - this soldier fell in the dirt, and it was not even possible to see how many wounds there were. He could only see a large amount of dirty blood connecting him to the surrounding land. His fatal injury was a huge tear in his chest and abdomen. It might have been injured by a flying shell fragment, or it might have been caused by a sharp flying stone. Regardless of the cause, it had obviously cut off the soldier's life.
In fact, if it were a "normal" human being, he would have died long ago.
The officer lowered his head and glanced across the opponent's wounds. Among the dirty blood, he saw some squirming granules and tentacles - these disgusting proliferative tissues were working in vain. Stretching, as if trying to close the wound again, trying to gather back all the lost blood, but these efforts are destined to be in vain. Judging from their increasingly weak squirming amplitude, this "god-given power" has obviously arrived. The end.
Perhaps he felt someone nearby, or perhaps he happened to catch the flash of light. The next second, the soldier who fell on the ground and was about to exhale his last breath suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were a terrifying blood red, but he could barely see the figure in front of him. A weak voice came from the soldier's mouth: "Sir...sir..."
The officer looked at him and whispered. Saying something he often said these days: "Hold on, the medical soldiers are on their way."
"No... no need..." The soldier seemed to murmur in a low voice, his head moving with an imperceptible movement. The amplitude was swinging, "The Lord is calling me, has already called me..."
The officer looked at the soldier expressionlessly, listening to the other's muffled whispers on his deathbed, without any words of comfort. There was no further encouragement.
The soldier's low murmur became more and more blurred and deeper, but suddenly, a little light appeared in the blood-red eyes, and his last strength seemed to be gathered again. , he stared at the officer beside him, asking over and over again as if he was crazy: "Did you witness it? Did you witness it... Did you witness it..."
The officer looked at Looking at him, he said slowly: "Yes, I witnessed it."
The soldier suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if his last wish had been fulfilled, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed - no matter it was crazy and twisted The light of humanity and the glory of humanity quickly dimmed. The deflated chest squeezed out the last breath and sighed: "I feel...a little cold..."
After a moment of silence, the officer stood up, and the accompanying auxiliary mage stepped forward. , reported to him after a brief examination: “The soul has dissipated, and the activities of the heart, lungs and brain have stopped."
"Burn it," the officer nodded. "Remember to recycle the identity tag. "
He raised his head and looked at other parts of the position. He saw more auxiliary mages entering the position, and not far away, a large magic circle for concentrated burning was already in operation.< /p>
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Winter Castle stands among the mountains, just as its name suggests, it is a fortress as white as ice.
On a clear day, you can see the Winter Wolf Castle in the distance from the highest tower of Winter Castle.
The owner of this fortress is the powerful battle mage Palin Winter. Earl of Fort - He and his family have been rooted in the mountains of the north for hundreds of years, guarding here as an important backing and support for the defense line of Winter Wolf Castle. After the fall of Winter Wolf Castle, the battlefield was pushed to Typhon. Within the territory, Winterfort, which was originally located on the second line of defense... has now become the core node of the front line.
In a room on the third floor of the White Castle, the Earl of Winterfort was standing in front of a pure white wall. , the wall is surrounded by precious magic crystals, and the wall is coated with a layer of magic coating that continuously flows like mercury. As the surrounding crystals light up a little bit, the mercury-like coating gradually emerges.
It was an image sent through the communication tower by the mage eyes at each node of the Winterhold defense line. Although it was slightly distorted, it could still distinguish the distinctive mountains, rivers and woodlands. . Parin Winterburg waved his arms, constantly switching between the pictures on the wall, confirming the situation at various nodes on the defense line.
Suddenly, the Earl of Winterburg stopped inspecting the nodes. Coming down, he turned his head slightly and listened to the report sent by a lower-level mage through the communication technique. Then he looked at the magic wall in front of him. After a simple talisman gesture, a new picture immediately appeared on the wall.
That was a scene somewhere in the Winterhold Fortress - beside a brand new platform, a black magic train with the Typhon crest was slowly slowing down and stopping.
—— Despite the absence of a large number of Cecil technicians, with the efforts of the empire's own team of mechanics and scholars, several important industrial and military railways are still operating normally. The train from the mainland to Winterfort is is one of them.
Palin Winterburg stood there, watching the pictures on the wall quietly, watching the train stop, and watching the soldiers and officers step off the train onto the platform.
He sighed slightly.
Another group of enthusiastic and outstanding corpses stepped off the personnel carrier.