Five Hundred and Sixty-Eight, This Is Impossible
Thinking of this, Farley felt more and more that the strength of Alan Hill was really scary - in the most powerful era of the elves, facing thousands of demon troops, they couldn't just lose A few people, just wipe out the opponent.
However, since you are here to help, you must have a helpful attitude. He pinched his own unicorn's belly with both feet, and rushed out of the phalanx first, leaving a light sentence: "Call back the commander of Alan Hill, General Durando, and tell him that there will be no casualties!"
If, in the face of these thousands of lingering demons, the elves are killed or injured again, then they are not worthy of being looked up to by humans for thousands of years.
Farley, who took the lead, was a more powerful magician than Lonsardley, and the unicorn under his crotch was also placed elsewhere, a high-level monster that could shock countless people.
I saw a few magic circles suddenly appearing beside Falai, and advanced magic like energy pouring began to harvest the lives of those demon troops that were in a mess on the beach.
Even in his heyday, the demon general who was at the end of the road could not be Farley's opponent, and now he was like a bereaved dog, let alone Farley's one-sided enemy.
He just managed to catch Farley's head-on blow when he was hit by the magic energy that followed, screaming and turning into fly ash.
Those who followed Falai were also great magisters of the elves. Although they were not as tyrannical as Falai, they were more than enough to deal with a demon general.
The magic energy of the remaining demon generals has long been consumed by human artillery fire, and now they can't handle the magic attacks they are familiar with.
They were exhausted under the powerful attack of the elves, and finally fell on the corpses of the same kind one after another, becoming the dead souls under the hooves of unicorns.
The situation on the battlefield is really one-sided, and of course the remaining ordinary demon troops cannot be opponents of the dwarf warriors.
The battle on the beach ended soon, and everything became silent, only the black sea water kept beating piles of broken and incomplete corpses on the beach.
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"Teacher!" Pushing open the heavy iron door, William carried his briefcase and walked into the room where Frundsberg was held with a smile on his face.
Frundsberg, who lost his freedom and couldn't even move, was lying on the bed, watching the TV screen, and didn't even speak.
In the news broadcast,
What was shown was some images of the Battle of Ferry City. The frontline war reporters sent the battle situation back to the rear almost in real time.
"The magic eye erupted, and the counterattack of hundreds of thousands of demon troops was so easy to win..." Frunzberg said in a slow tone, not knowing whether he was expressing emotion or asking a rhetorical question.
He can't express his emotions with facial expressions now, so that even the tone of his speech is unpredictable.
It can be said that he has lost all the fun that a human being should have. He doesn't need to eat, and he can't enjoy any sense of touch—even, he doesn't even have the basic ability of a man.
"There may be more news from my side. We have shot down the demon's floating city, and now there is a huge 'artificial island' outside Ferry City..." William smiled and mentioned a daytime battle situation.
In the Academy of Sciences, many researchers also stopped their work. I heard that the front line has captured a lot of demon technical materials, and their Academy of Sciences will spare some people to sort out these materials from beginning to end.
At least, it is necessary to distinguish that the research on those demons is backward and outdated, and to use this aspect to carry out more targeted attacks on demons.
On the other hand, it is also necessary to master the advanced technical research directions of the demons, strive to surpass the demons in these directions, or learn the advanced technical achievements of the demons to make up for their own shortcomings.
It can be foreseen that in the next few dozen days, their Academy of Sciences has a lot of things to do, and William, as the dean, will also be very busy.
"It's really strong... It shot down the demon's floating city, and defeated hundreds of thousands or even millions of demon troops... It's really strong." Frundsberg said this again.
He was actually smiling bitterly in his heart, laughing bitterly that he had betrayed such a powerful empire. He had never imagined that those demons, whose numbers were so hopeless, would lose so thoroughly and so naturally.
For him, such irony can no longer make him depressed. Because he has experienced too many things and lost too many things, he has long been numb to these face problems.
"Teacher, you asked me to bring my notebook, and I brought it." William sat on the desk next to the bed with a smile, pulled out a slim notebook from his briefcase, flipped out the screen, and opened it. switch.
"This is the latest laptop computer launched by Royal Technology Company. The market price is more than 300,000 gold coins, which is quite expensive. That is, I like electronic products and my salary is high, so I can afford it." Mentioning this laptop, William said There is obvious pleasure in it.
This laptop is indeed very expensive, much more expensive than a normal brand of car. But it's also really good value for money, powerful performance and good looks.
"..." Frundsberg turned his face away and saw William's opened "notebook", and really wanted to curse - the notebook he was talking about was not this kind of notebook! By the way, this thing... what exactly is it?
Frundsberg had never seen a laptop, and when he defected from Alan Hill, Alan Hill's computer was still a top-secret project.
Where is it like now, many people can see computers in their homes, and the Internet has entered thousands of households in Ireland.
Back then, a computer was the size of a house, and it still used transistors and tubes, which are huge parts from the ancient century.
But now, large-scale integrated circuits have become a standard configuration, and human computer chips can be as small as a fingernail-not just laptops, but now all mobile phones in Alan Hill are smart!
"Can this thing record what I want to tell you?" Frundsberg asked a little timidly—but his words had no tone, hoarse and full of mechanical sense, much worse than the god puppet.
In fact, both the puppet empire and the Alan Hill empire have long had the technology to make the puppet speak intonation. But the body of the god puppet that Travish prepared for Frundsberg was an incomplete scrap, which was why it had so many flaws.
As for Alan Hill - after capturing Frundsberg, of course no one would have the leisure to change the parts configuration of a traitor's puppet body, so Frundsberg has been disabled for a long time. Now.
"Of course, it's very simple." William connected a small microphone to the audio input socket of the laptop, and opened another software: "It can record, and it can also translate the recorded words into a standard format record, which is very convenient."
"Will there be anything missing?" Frundsberg looked at the small microphone and asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, I will check it again, teacher." William pressed the Enter key, and started recording and converting text.
"You are always so meticulous...William, you are a true scholar, much better than me." Frundsberg added another compliment, and his words appeared in the document like this, a short sentence And the words are exactly the same.
"It's already started, teacher." William pointed to the computer screen with some embarrassment, and reminded Frundsberg: "What you said now has been recorded in the file."
"Really? It's so convenient." Frundsberg read again, and then he officially started his narration: "I came into contact with some techniques for making puppets in the puppet empire. These techniques are actually nothing special. Many Everyone understands its mysteries."
"However, I later heard some forbidden magic techniques from some crazy scholars... For example, the puppet empire has been trying to eliminate the influence of the eye of magic on low-level puppets!"
"They have received some inspiration from the god puppets. Since the infusion of human spiritual power, or a part of thought, can offset the influence or control of the magic eye on the puppets, then use technology to find a way to give every puppets It’s enough to instill spiritual power.”
"It's impossible! Magicians are a very scarce resource, and there are even fewer advanced magicians. There can't be too many god puppets..." William shook his head and said, "This is determined by the number of high-level magicians!"
"Yes, this is common sense!" Frundsberg agreed with William, but he continued: "But the puppet empire has not given up! Their research on human spiritual power is full of crimes. The dark side is ten thousand times darker!"
"Countless corpses can always pile up something that looks extremely beautiful." Frundsberg said to himself, completely ignoring the wonderful expression on William's face.
In fact, in William's position, of course, he also knows a lot of Alan Hill's secret research—many of which are projects that normal people would be afraid of or even nauseated to vomit after hearing it.
Including the prohibited physical enhancement technology for soldiers, the hybridization technology of Warcraft and human genes, and so on.
"When my soul was being tortured, I realized something by accident." Frundsberg said again: "What if the soul or spiritual power of a mortal can also be extracted? Guess what will happen? matter?"
"It's impossible!" William looked at Frundsberg in horror, and said in a voice that was so tense that his tone changed, "They will die! Their mental strength is not enough to support a complete puppet." !"
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