One of the priests who commanded the Grand Legion died. This was the highest-level dark priest killed since the beginning of the war. Marcellus¡¯s soul screamed like a gust of wind at the moment when his mind dissipated in the vast root network of the wasteland. It echoed, harsh and sharp, mixed with strong hatred and anger, as well as unconcealable fear and unwillingness.
This scream entered the mind of Archimandrite Borken, causing him to look at the western plain in the dark night with uncertainty. He couldn't help but repeat softly again: "Marcellus is dead"
The lower-level nodes also learned this shocking news. The dark forest sea gathered around the hill suddenly made a series of chaotic sounds of branches and leaves rubbing together. The dark and twisted "trees" whispered on the plain, and the aberrations under their control The army inevitably caused some waves - but these waves did not last long. The thoughts from the Grand Priest made the entire religious order quiet down in a short period of time.
The two figures walked onto the platform at the top of the hill one after another. Borken looked at the twin sisters who appeared in his sight, and his dark brown eyes rolled: "It seems that you have also received the news."
¡°We can hear the sounds in the root network¡ªMarcellus¡¯s wailing at the moment of his death was so loud,¡± Fierna said, shaking her head, ¡°Oh, it¡¯s so tragic.¡±
"Those are our compatriots, and also your compatriots," Bolken immediately shook the dry branches, staring at the indifferent elf sisters, "You should maintain the most basic respect."
"Of course, we deeply regret this, but regret cannot make Dean Marcellus alive," Leerna said with a sincere expression. "The key is what Dean Marcellus sent back before he was martyred. Intelligence. How did he die? Wasn't the Western Front Army the one with the smoothest advance among all the armies before? 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 Augu Lei occupy the Peak of the Ancestor¡ªhow could he suddenly die in battle?¡±
"An air force of the Cecil people entered the Western Front battlefield," Borken's eyes lingered on the Elf Twins for a moment before he continued in a deep voice, "Before that, the advancement of the Western Front Army was indeed very smooth. Marcellus had even reached the gate of Ruby City, but then he met the Cecil people who came to support"
Borken was silent for two seconds, as if he was carefully extracting the last thought signal from Marcellus, and then continued after a moment: "He described a very exaggerated scene before. He said that the Cecil people' Let cities float in the sky and use flying fortresses and castles to fight.' He said that it was a kind of war machine similar to the Temple of the Stars, but more pure than the Temple of the Stars - and our air power is not those flying fortresses. opponent."
The expressions on Sister Fierna¡¯s faces finally showed a hint of solemnity, and they asked in unison: ¡°Didn¡¯t the swelling polluter work?¡±
"It's impossible to get close - those air fortresses have a huge number of escort units, and the firepower is far more fierce than the bloated polluters," Bolken said in a very serious tone, "I don't know if Marcellus is exaggerating According to him, our flying units and anti-aircraft firepower had little effect on the Cecil strongholds"
"Even so" Leerna said thoughtfully, "Our legion command node is far away from the front line, and Marcellus has always been a cautious person. He will not charge into the battle himself - even if he is a forward The main force was really suppressed by the flying fortress of the Cecils, and he should have had enough time to evacuate. Even Bertram had a chance to escape unscathed when he encountered the living forest on the northern line, and Marcel How was Les killed when he had established a battlefield advantage?"
"This part of the information is very vague," Borken's tone became more serious. "The previous information was all sent back when he still had time. The content was relatively clear, but it seemed that there was an extremely chaotic situation before his death. situation, the information sent back was not only fragmented, but also seemed to have been seriously interfered with The only thing that can be determined is that the main force of the Cecil people was still near Ruby City when the incident happened, and soon we and the Western Front The legion¡¯s command unit lost contact, and within a few minutes, Marcellus¡¯ last message before his death entered the root network"
"Some kind of ultra-long-range attack is fast and powerful. It can break through the layers of defense around the command node, and the process is very likely to be accompanied by very strong communication interference," Fierna said immediately, "I just can't be sure about this. Is this kind of interference a side effect of the attack or another technical means of the Cecil people This is really bad."
"Yes, it's very bad," Leerna nodded and then looked at Borken, "What is the situation on the Western Front now? MarcellusBuried the Dark Priest Bertram who lost half of his main force.
"Grand Priest, are you looking for me?" Bertram lowered his branches, completely gone from the high-spirited look he had when he commanded the army to destroy the Northern Sentinel Tower and almost broke through Cecil and Typhon's defense lines.
Although the failure of the northern defense line was not entirely his responsibility. The Cecil people's living forest lurking at the southern foot of the mountains was a complete accident. However, he blindly advanced at the beginning of the war, lost the battle, and became confused and confused, which ultimately led to half of the war. It is also a fact that the main force was buried in the mouth of the living forest.
After hastily escaping back to the wasteland, Bertram was deprived of the command of the Northern Legion and suffered harsh punishment. Now he is rooted in the corner of this twisted forest like a shame and has become the laughing stock of the Legion - even even The lowest-level dark druids were secretly ridiculing him for running hundreds of kilometers from the dark mountains, abandoning all his men and escaping back to the base camp.
He never thought that he would have the opportunity to be summoned by the Grand Priest again.
"I will give you a chance to wash away your shame and make up for your mistakes," Borken looked at the hunched tree man in front of him and said in a low voice, "Bertram, you must accept this opportunity."
"Of course, I am waiting for your orders at any time!" Bertram said immediately, the snake-like vine roots squirming under his feet, "I will definitely complete your mission!"
"It's a good thing to have confidence, but don't boast so early," Bolken said lightly, "Do you still have the courage to face the battlefield in the north?"
Bertram was stunned for a moment, and then he shook the dry branches vigorously: "Of course, these days I have been burned by flaming hatred. That battlefield I am always eager to return to the front line "
"Very good, then you will return to the northern front to support our 'immune barrier' - our root network is facing the invasion of the living forest, and you have had direct contact with Bertila's spiritual body," Borken stared at Bertram and said, "Look for the power that once pierced your soul, look for the extension track of that power in the ground, look for the truth about Bertila's ability to extend her body so far, and her power. origin of¡¡"
The cold night wind blew across the plains, and the wasteland of Gondor in winter was shrouded in deathly silence.
Bertram's body became even more stooped. He hung down his branches respectfully, and the dry leaves trembled in the wind: "I obey your orders, Grand Priest."
Bertram retreated, and the hillock temporarily returned to silence. Borken seemed to be thinking about something, while the Elf Twins just stood not far away calmly. No one knew what they were thinking, or even Even Bolken doesn't know much about this.
Of course he couldn¡¯t hear the spiritual whispers between Fierna and Leerna.
"Things are starting to get interesting, aren't they?" In the spiritual connection that only the Elf Twins could hear, the voice of "one of them" suddenly sounded.
"Yes, floating fortresses, living forests those 'Cecilians' have created many 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'."
"Whether the changes brought about by the visitorswill ultimately change the mortal beings this season, whether an extraterrestrial soul that fell into the world can really become a variable on this planetit is really worth looking forward to."
"But there is a greater possibility that this season's civilization will still disappear like the countless previous rounds of civilizations that looked promising. An ambitious 'fallen' can only eventually turn into ashes in the face of the great force of fate. Dust - civilization is meaningless. The activities brought about by 'wisdom' are just meaningless notes among the stars. Whether it is the sailors, mortals or gods, they are just leaving some fleeting memories for this universe. phantom."
"It doesn't matter. We don't have to care about this process. No matter whether the extraterritorial visitor will change everything, it will be an interesting enough thing."
"Filna" and "Leelna" continued to stand quietly on the hillock after calming down during the spiritual connection, overlooking the dark and boundless wasteland with indifferent eyes.