Chapter 1005 Chessboard

After hearing the news brought by Heidi, Gawain did not look surprised at all: "Is it an expected rejection... Yes, after all, this involves the root of Typhon."

"It looks like that general wolf won't cooperate anymore," Hetty stood in front of Gawain's desk, holding a stack of documents in his hand, with a serious expression on his face, "and... I think she is right. : This is not a decision a commander can make, and only Rosetta Augustus has the right to do this level of exchange."

"Of course, an upright technical exchange is of course better," Gao Wen smiled, "It's just that this level of technical exchange is difficult to achieve in peacetime, let alone in such a tense situation... It's just an attitude of giving it a try, Andersa's rejection was an expected result."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: choosing to let Bud as an intermediary to contact Andersa seems to be a correct decision. Anyone who opens such a sensitive issue in the past may have to make the wolf general's blood pressure full. , one might fight again, and leaving this matter to Bud is to guard against this - in theory, even if the general wolf's blood pressure is full, he should not be able to talk to his long-lost old man. Father, let's do it...

There were some rambling associations in his mind. Although Hetty didn't know what his ancestor was thinking about writing, he could see that Gawain was a little distracted. She couldn't help but coughed lightly, which caught Gawain's attention. He continued: "At present, the plan of 'mass production of superhumans' is temporarily on hold, and the ongoing plan is mainly in two aspects. Reduce the nerve load on the user, on the other hand, start to select matchers from the mages, and convert some of the original battle mages into psionic singers...

"In addition to this, Bertila also proposed a third plan."

"The third plan?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, "What about the specifics?"

"This is a document from Solimburg, Bertila has already drawn up the draft," Heidi said while putting the document in her hand on the table, her face was somewhat strange, "I'm a little bit I took a look... how should I put it, as expected of the former dark druid, this thing she conceived... quite challenges people's ability to accept."

Gawain became more and more curious when he heard 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: "The Application Prospects of Giant Wetware Nodes in the Field of Auxiliary Spellcasting and Its Application Prospects Technical Points", and there is a line of smaller letters after this line of headings: To avoid moral and ethical risks, all wet parts in the scheme are bred and manufactured by the giant Thorin tree.

Gao Wen's gaze stayed on these words for several seconds before he opened the follow-up content of the document with a strange feeling - a rigorous wording, detailed data, complete details, concise and easy to understand, and even seemed to have arrived Technical solutions that can directly enter the practical stage are spread out in front of his eyes.

Before carefully looking at the content of this plan, he couldn't help but first sighed at Bertila's professionalism as a technician - the original blame for everything... The End of Everything should be said to be the master of the most advanced technology in human history. Cutting-edge biochemical technology, even if they are a dark sect, no one can deny that the top of this sect is a well-deserved technical talent.

Few of the senior teams at the Magic Institute can produce such technical documents.

And after such emotion, Gawain was quickly attracted by the ideas mentioned in the document. He carefully checked and flipped down until a vivid concept map appeared in front of him——

A giant brain floating in mid-air, a dazzlingly complex neural connection scheme, a group of soldiers connected by artificial nerve cords and giant brains... This picture is as Hetty said, challenging ordinary people to The ability to accept "weird things", that thing looks like a terrifying product that can only be summoned in some evil religious ceremony, Gawain felt that this thing was simply lost at a glance - but this thing is used to protect mental...

At the bottom of this picture, Bertiera also specially marked a line of small characters: a single psionic singer is just an ordinary soldier, and a complete "psionic choir" is formed after forming a group.

"There's some truth in what you say... provided this thing isn't so weird," Gawain couldn't help muttering after seeing the small print, "A dozen people with nerve cords behind their heads surrounded them. A brain floating in the air is flying at a low altitude over the battlefield, this is a scary and strange scene..."

As he spoke, he quickly turned over the schematic diagram and continued to look at the follow-up content of the document. When he was about to see the end, Hetty asked aloud: "Ancestor, what do you think of this plan... "

"To be honest, there doesn't seem to be much of a problem other than ugliness... Bertila has been in the dark sect for more than 700 years, and now I mainly wonder if her aesthetics have been completely abolished... No, it's not important, this The plan is indeed valuable, except for being ugly," Gawain frowned and said with a rather tangled expression, "more importantly, we don't seem to have much time to waste now, and things that can come in handy. It's gotta be used as soon as possible...but it's still ugly."

"Then..." Heidi asked hesitantly, "What's your approval?"

"Approve it," Gawain glanced at the schematic again, and said with a sigh, "Bertiera said that most of the process of this plan can be completed by several chambers in the Thorin Giant Tree, since it does not It will take up the cost of the existing technical team and facilities, so there is nothing wrong with letting her try it... It is still a bit ugly."

Hetty took down Gawain's instructions, and put away the documents with a blank expression, thinking that the ancestor might not be able to overcome this hurdle...

At this moment, the magic net terminal beside the desk suddenly rang and flashed, finally interrupting the ranting words circling in Gawain's mind. The latter quickly woke up from the impact of the technical documents and quickly sorted out. After a good expression, connected to the magic net 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 bowed to Gao Wen with a serious expression on his face: "Your Majesty, we are analyzing Malm. ·Dunit found something during the process of fragmenting the spirit body, and think it is necessary to report it to you."

"Are you on Naritel's side?" Gawain blinked, his expression quickly turning serious, "What did you find?"

Yuri nodded and immediately began to report the clues he and Magnum, Naritel and others had just discovered. Gawain listened intently behind the desk-as Yuri's report continued, his expression changed. getting more serious.

...

In the northwest frontier of Typhon, in the frontline area of ​​Winter Wolf Castle, there is still a pungent smell in the air, and the waste energy generated after the release of large-scale spells is wandering between the plains and river valleys.

A few days ago, a heavy snow briefly covered this scorching battlefield, burying the land that had been destroyed and burned by artillery fire and magical explosions. However, in the face of the fire of war, the comfort of nature was torn apart after all. It's a mess - steel war machines and frenzied soldiers have no one to accept this winter snowscape, and after a high-intensity battle, another piece of land is burned to the ground.

The Cecils retreated temporarily, and Typhon's subsequent troops began to clean up the scorched earth.

A Typhon officer in light black armor and a heavy coat walked on the still hot battlefield, the ground under his feet was muddy and cold. The Cecil explosives overturned almost all the soil layers on the hill, and there was ugly black dirt and broken stones everywhere, with black-red, untouched stones seeping between the dirt. Congealed blood, or mixed with broken human remains, there are only a few corners of the entire hill where you can still see a little bit of white snow that has not cleared away - those whites are mixed in the black and red background, which is eye-catching and a little dazzling. degree.

The smell in the air was pungent and sickening—the officer had been on the battlefield for a long time, but there was a smell in this battlefield that he had not smelled anywhere else, and it was not only blood, but more and more pungent. nose stuff.

Soldiers were busy near him, some were sorting out and reclaiming materials that could be used, some were collecting the corpses that could still be collected, and some people took out the prayer books they carried with them, and they were facing each other. The gods prayed and reassured their souls. The officer frowned, stepped over the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and continued to walk forward.

Finally, he came to a stop beside a boulder blackened by artillery fire - it might not be a boulder, but a destroyed fortification building - where a dying man was lying like a huddled and wriggling mass of mud Like falling between 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 side, he should be a member of the 11th Regiment of the National Knights, a lower rank knight——this soldier He fell into the mud, and he couldn't even see how many wounds there were. He could only see a large amount of dirty blood sticking him and the surrounding land together. His fatal injury was a huge tear in the chest and abdomen. It might have been injured by a flying shell fragment, or it might have been caused by a sharp flying stone. Whatever the cause, it had obviously cut off the vitality of the soldier.

In fact, if it was a "normal" human being, it would be long overdue to die.

The officer lowered his head, his eyes swept across the other's wounds, and among the filthy blood, he saw a little wriggling granulation and tentacles - these disgusting proliferative tissues were stretching in vain, as if trying to He closed the wound again and tried to gather all the lost blood back, but these efforts were doomed to be in vain. Judging from their weaker and weaker wriggling range, this "God-given power" had obviously come to an end.

Maybe he sensed someone nearby, or maybe he just happened to catch up with the return light, and the next second, the soldier who fell to the ground and was about to breathe his last breath suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy, crazy eyes glowing with terrible blood. Red, but still barely able to 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 a phrase he used to say these days: "Hold on, the medics are coming."

"No... No..." The soldier seemed to whisper in a low voice, his head swaying in an imperceptible range, "The Lord is calling me, he is already calling me..."

The officer looked at the soldier blankly, and listened to the muffled whisper of the other party as he was dying. He didn't say anything to comfort him, and he didn't continue to do anything to encourage him.

The soldier's murmur became more and more blurred, more and more low, but suddenly, a little light appeared in those blood-red eyes, and his last strength seemed to gather again, and he stared at him. The officer beside him asked over and over again like crazy: "Did you witness? Did you witness... Did you witness..."

The officer looked at him and said slowly, "Yes, I witnessed it."

The soldier breathed a sigh of relief, as if his last wish had been fulfilled, and the light in his eyes dimmed quickly—whether it was a madly twisted light or a light belonging to humanity, it quickly dimmed. The deflated chest squeezed out the last breath, and let out a sigh: "I feel... a little cold..."

After a moment of silence, the officer stood up, and an accompanying auxiliary mage stepped forward. After a brief inspection, he reported to him: "The soul has dissipated, and the activities of the heart, lungs, and brain have stopped."

"Burn it," the officer nodded. "Remember to recycle the ID card."

He raised his head and looked at other parts of the position. He saw that more auxiliary mages were entering the position, and not far away, a large magic circle for concentrated burning was already running.

...

Standing among the mountains, Winterhold, as its name suggests, is a fortress as white as ice.

When the weather is clear, from the highest tower of Winterhold, you can see the Winter Wolf Fortress in the distance.

The owner of this fortress is the mighty warmage Lord Palin Winterhold - he and his family have been rooted in the mountains to the north for hundreds of years, guarding it as an important backing and support for the defenses of Winterwolves. After the fall of Winter Wolf Castle, the battlefield was pushed into the territory of Typhon. Winter Castle, 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 Winterhold is standing in front of a white wall. The wall is surrounded by precious magic crystals, and the wall is coated with a layer of magic plating that is like mercury that flows continuously. , With the light of the surrounding crystals, a scene from afar gradually emerged on the mercury-like coating.

It was an image sent by the Eye of the Mage at each node of the defense line of Winterhold through the communication tower. Although it was slightly distorted, it was still able to distinguish the mountains, rivers and woodlands with obvious features. Palin Winterhold waved his arms, constantly switching the pictures on the wall, confirming the situation of the nodes in the defense line.

Suddenly, the movement of the Earl of Winterhold to inspect the nodes stopped. He turned his head slightly and listened to the report sent by a certain lower-level mage through the communication technique. Then he looked at the magic wall in front of him, and after a simple sign gesture, A new picture immediately appeared on the wall.

It was a scene from somewhere in Winterhold Fortress—beside a brand-new platform, a black magic train with Typhon's coat of arms was slowing down and coming to a stop.

——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. This trip from the mainland to Winterhold The train is one of them.

Palin Winterhold stood there, staring silently at the picture on the wall, watching the train come to a stop, watching the soldiers and officers step onto the platform from the train.

He sighed slightly.

Another batch of fanatical and excellent corpses stepped off the troop carrier.

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