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Chapter 1392 New Discovery

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    The dust has not yet settled. This war between mortal civilization and the wasteland army is still fiercely raging on the front lines. No one can predict the future. However, for those with a particularly keen sense of smell, the vague outline of the future has already appeared.  within their field of vision.

    There will only be two directions for this world in the future. Either mortals will be completely defeated, then the entire civilized world will be gone, and all plans for the future will be meaningless. Or mankind will win, and then it is foreseeable that the once-extinct life will  The wasteland will become an unclaimed land that is so vast that it occupies half of the continent, is no longer hazardous to pollution, and is waiting to be developed.

    If there was no alliance and the powerful restraint of the three empires, then such a vast and fertile land suddenly placed in front of the world would probably drag the entire Loren continent into fatal chaos. And even with the alliance, the distribution of this land  It will also become a protracted wrangling - of course, this is a matter in the more distant future. For now, the most direct impact after the wasteland is purified is that the large contaminated areas that originally belonged to the "Four Border Countries" will be in name only.  territory becomes truly cultivable land.

    Mortal nations are at war with the wasteland, but mortals can't just fight, they also need to survive. The empire also needs to prepare for economic revitalization and a shift in social focus after the war. A mighty "pioneering movement" is the final step.  Good choice.  Young Carrie may not have imagined that it would be so far-reaching. She just made the decision to go to the border as a young person, but her father, Viscount Perlo, took a longer-term view than she did.

    This was the first time in many years that her father had promised her so happily. Carrie was a little dazed for a moment. She blinked her eyes in disbelief, and while looking at Viscount Perlo's expression, she asked cautiously: "You  Did you really agree?"

    "You have grown up and have finished your studies in a foreign country. Now it is time to start a career - I am very happy to see that you have chosen to end your life of wasting your time at home." Viscount Perlo's expression was as serious as ever.  Looking into her daughter's eyes, "I just want to remind you that this matter is not as easy and romantic as many people imagine. We haven't had a real pioneering action for many years. The bards built it on the pioneers.  There are too many heroic colors and romantic auras, but what real pioneers most often face are hardships and challenges first. As for glory and glorythat is often your turn after you achieve success and fame.

    "Carrie, if you made your decision based on the romantic vision of the border ranch, you still have a chance to regret it now, and the same goes for your classmate Dana, but if you get to the borderthen there is no way back for you.  The Perlo family allows caution and retreating from difficulties, but never accepts deserters on the battlefield or cowards who abandon their responsibilities."

    Carrie seemed to be frightened by her father's extremely solemn tone, but her determination did not waver at all. Her father's words only made her think about her decision more clearly - she didn't know whether she would become a  A pioneering hero like Gawain Cecil who went down in history, but she vaguely felt that an era that was as vigorous as seven hundred years ago seemed to be approaching her.

    Maybe in this wave of what can be called the "third pioneering", she will also have the opportunity to leave her name.

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    On the front line, a group of huge figures were hovering high in the sky. The black dragon at the head lowered its head slightly, and its pale golden vertical pupils reflected the distant horizon.  The cold air currents at high altitudes are whistling outside the protective barrier. The giant wings are cutting the sky. The flow of magic power perceived at the ends of the wings seems a bit restless and chaotic. However, compared with more than half a month ago, the flow of magic power in the high-altitude area at this moment is already usable.  To describe it as "gentle and orderly".

    Just as those anthropologists said, the blocking wall is working, and the alienated and distorted magic field in the wasteland is gradually being sorted out and purified. This change is not only obvious on the surface, but also in the sky, even among the dragon clan  As a black dragon whose perception of magic is relatively slow, Coretta can clearly feel this change during flight.

    The low roar of her companions came from nearby, and the black dragon Coretta retracted her gaze from the distance, and responded with the same low roar. She had already seen those ugly monsters moving around on the surface - chaotic, blind and unwise, facing  The dragon shadow that appeared in the sky neither knew how to find a bunker nor how to organize anti-aircraft firepower. Nowadays, those monsters can hardly be called "enemies". At best, they are just dirt on this land.

    "This is the First Flying Group of Tallond Expeditionary Force," Coretta lowered her head slightly and said to the magic network communicator she carried. Compared with the "Omega Communication Network" of Tallond in the past,  It seems a bit crude, but the glory of the dragon civilization is no longer. This small device created by humans has been fully installed on every soldier of the Tallond Expeditionary Force.Leta just felt a faint magic wave coming from that direction - now this wave has disappeared, but it seems to be deliberately hiding itself.

    ¡°There is something buried underground,¡± Coretta said as she lowered her height, ¡°Let¡¯s go down and dig.¡±

    "Could it be the 'root network' of those dark priests?" Several dragon warriors lowered their altitude, and one of them said while flying, "That thing is buried underground, and sometimes it can be dug out"

    "Unlike, I have dug up a root network. That thing will not release perceptible magic fluctuations, and that thing is very fragile. In order to control the aberrations, it is buried very shallow. After the surface is bombarded indiscriminately, the underground  The root system is basically finished, but the one just nowI feel like it is buried very deep, and it seems to be releasing something outward"

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    Rebecca hurriedly arrived at the comprehensive laboratory of the Mortal Dawn. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a "big guy" lying on the central platform of the laboratory.

    It was a mass of biological tissue that had lost its vitality. It looked as tall as a person. It was a large mass of twisted and deformed muscles and fibers that were tangled together. There were also countless fine, plant-root-like structures emerging from the ravines and gaps on its surface.  It grows out of it, and there are some thick tubular structures at the bottom with obvious cutting marks.

    This thing was so weird and creepy. Just by looking at it, Rebecca could imagine it growing, shrinking, and squirming when it was "alive". This made her immediately give up poking it with anything.  She had the urge to take a look, but anyway, as the chief engineer of the Mortal Dawn, she had had a lot of dealings with the "mastermind" of this fortress, and had experienced a relatively effective tempering in terms of aesthetics, so her mentality at this time was  Very good. After quickly suppressing the nausea in his heart, he turned to look at the assistant researcher on the side: "Is this what Coretta dug out in the 'assembly area' to the east?"

    "Yes, Your Highness," the assistant researcher nodded immediately, "Miss Coretta said that this thing was buried very deep underground, and it was still 'alive' when it was first dug out, but soon it turned on its own.  It died - the thing had not suffered any damage before that, as if it had received a death command and then committed suicide. After confirming that the life response had stopped, Coretta cut it off from the root network"

    "No wonder, when I came over just now, I saw Coretta lying on the railing beside the deck vomiting, her wings cramped due to vomiting" Rebecca didn't know where to go, and suddenly said with enlightenment, "I'm afraid she's not  I started to bite while digging"

    As soon as these words were said, half of the researchers around the scene almost vomited

    However, Rebecca herself was not aware of this. She just circled the experimental platform twice with interest, looking at the strange biological tissue - it looked like some kind of highly functional organ, and  Intelligence shows that it "grows" on the enemy's root network. However, in the past long time, the alliance forces have destroyed such a large-scale root network, but have never found anything similar. This is really strange.  ¡­¡­interesting.

    The only regret is that Rebecca can¡¯t understand this thing.

    "This is an area I'm not good at It would be better if it was driven by runes or machinery," she scratched her head and muttered with a headache. She had heard that the frontline troops dug out incredible things from the ground.  After the things were delivered to the laboratory, she ran to take a look excitedly, but now she realized that this was not something in her professional field at all, which made her a little regretful, "I have to let the Druid take a look at this  "

    "Master Pitman has been notified. The master should be able to give professional judgment," an assistant researcher said immediately, "He is coming from the hospital ship. At this time, he should"

    "I'm here, I'm here, where is it? What I want to identify is" Before the assistant researcher finished speaking, Pitman's voice suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory door. The chief druid of the empire was shouting.  As he ran into the room, he saw the strange biological tissue on the platform at first sight, and his eyes suddenly widened, "My dear mother what is this? Is this lump of meat you made hairy?"  "

    Pittman, the chief druid of the empire, is very professional from the moment he opens his mouth.

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