Chapter 1318 Battle on the Western Front

Amorn is about to leave - he has cleared the aberrations lingering in the upper area of ​​the Temple of Stars, temporarily suppressed the pollution that permeated the area near the crash area of ​​the Temple, and healed some of the still alive guardians in the Linhai defense line. As a "god of the past" who still needs to hide himself at this stage, he has done enough here.

Any more, and it would cross that line and lead this thing into "miracle" territory.

"I will still help you within my ability," Amon turned his head slightly, and said to Belsetia and Elaine behind him, "The relationship between gods and humans is not just a path of miracles and beliefs. It is possible for us to 'fight side by side within a safe range', and perhaps this is the biggest gain from my reckless move..."

As he spoke, he looked back towards the direction of the wasteland of Gondor. The dark land covered by dirty clouds was reflected in his crystal clear eyes. It took him a long time to look back and let out a soft sigh: "But then The main battlefield that comes down will still be the stage for you mortals... I can feel that the longer I am active in this world, the more an invisible force will bind me here, even if I have not crossed it from the beginning to the end. 'That line' has not appeared in front of the world, and this power is still faintly emerging... It seems that although the chain on my body has disappeared, there is still a little connection between me and mortals."

Belsetia frowned slightly, but soon she understood, and said softly with a complex expression: "The lifespan of the silver elves is too long after all... The memories we left in the forest are always difficult to dissipate... ..."

"There's no way around it. After all, I took advantage of a loophole back then—it's not as straightforward as the God of War and the God of Dragons. In this regard, Milmina is not much better than me," Amoen said softly. He laughed, and then leaned down, "Come down, you should go, and I should go too. The monsters wandering in the forest defense line are being gradually wiped out, and maybe your soldiers will come here soon."

Belsetia and Elaine jumped onto the ground nimbly. They saw the holy giant deer next to them get up again, and seemed to be about to turn around and leave, but he stopped again in the next second, looking far away at the giant deer in the south. Looking in the direction of the vast forest, the nostalgia and worry in the eyes are very obvious.

"Don't worry, we won't have any problems," Elaine on the side couldn't help but said, "The gap has been blocked, we will definitely wipe out the deformed army that invaded this forest—the pollution in the forest will never spread."

"I know..." Amoen muttered, he moved his steps, but still looked back worriedly, "Be careful then, these aberrations are coming menacingly, and there may still be some monsters on that barrier." There are other loopholes, don't be paralyzed just because you eliminated the enemies in the forest... not to mention that there is an elusive 'sentry' behind those deformed bodies..."

"I understand, please rest assured," Belsetia nodded solemnly, "Recovering the defense line is only the first step. As long as the situation in the south is stable, we will immediately investigate the loopholes in other areas and find ways to cooperate with allies on other fronts." The army rebuilt its offensive..."

"Also be careful about residual pollution. The troubles left by those monsters after death are not small. Pay attention to monitoring the toxicity in the environment at any time, completely burn the contaminated remains, check all water sources, and check frequently... "

"We understand," Belsetia felt a little dumbfounded, but still nodded seriously, "I will pay attention to remind people."

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Be careful about the pollution in the air. Sometimes the poisonous gas released by those monsters is difficult to detect. They have various mutated forms, some of which are good at releasing poison... Cecil's personal protective equipment is very useful , Unfortunately, you don’t have one here, so you must ensure that each team has monitoring and early warning measures. If it doesn’t work, you can let the soldiers bring a yellow spotted finch, they are very sensitive to air changes...

"When the Temple of the Stars crashed, it caused great damage to the geological structure. Pay attention to small-scale geological disasters. Even if you have regained the line of defense, don't rush to get close to the wreckage of the temple. It is so big that it is blocked there. The things in the wasteland I won't be able to come out for a while...

"After the two of you meet up with the main force, take a rest first. You have spent a lot of energy along the way - I have healed all the hidden wounds on your body, but the mental exhaustion is best recovered slowly in a natural state... "

Amoen babbled, but suddenly seemed to react, and stopped in embarrassment. He looked down at Belsetia and Elaine, who had slightly weird expressions, and shook his head: "I seem to say It's a bit too much...then I'm leaving, this time I'm really leaving."

He breathed out, and the surrounding trees that were gradually recovering shook at the same time. He turned and walked into the distance, and the smoke and dust that shrouded the edge of the line of defense receded to both sides in awe. He drifted away towards the end of the horizon, looking back from time to time Looking at the two elves left in place by him, and looking at the vast forest sea where gunpowder smoke still rose in the distance, it seemed that he was still a little uneasy. A huge sun had gradually risen from the edge of the forest sea, and the brilliant corona emitted endless waves. The brilliance blurred the boundary between his figure and the surrounding sky.

A few minutes later, the giant deer's brilliant figure that was cast by light finally gradually merged with the nascent brilliance, and disappeared in front of Belsetia and Elaine.

After a moment of silence, Elaine finally couldn't help breaking the silence by muttering softly: "My grandfather is like this too..."

The corners of Belsetia's mouth curled up slightly, and she turned to look in the direction of the forest defense line. In the complicated atmosphere wafting from the forest, she could already sense the existence of her compatriots—they were searching in the forest, tenacious and high-spirited His will is as dazzling as a candle in the dark.

She walked towards the forest, and stretched her hand back to the maid, Elaine. The sun shone behind her like flowing broken gold: "Let's go, everything has just begun."

...

The bloody and dark fight lasted for an unknown amount of time, and now, this ancient mountain ridge has finally temporarily quieted down.

There was still some time before sunrise, and the cold wind from the northern mountains blew through the surviving defense line with bloody smell. The lights from the torches and magic spar illuminated the tired eyes of the soldiers in the dark. The ridge line of defense became an intermittent bright edge. A tall figure stood behind the improvised blocking wall made of wood and iron spikes. His pale golden eyes like cats watched vigilantly at the turbid darkness in the distance.

He saw the forest burning continuously in the darkness, the thick smoke rising in the night and mixed with the clouds, and the ruins of the towns and abandoned fortresses and camps at the foot of the mountain, the dazzling dark red The flames were still burning in the ruins, and the disgusting stench was swept up by the mountain wind, spreading wantonly in this ravaged land.

Those deformed monsters have temporarily retreated, but the chaotic howling, whistling, and deep whispers that can directly penetrate into the human brain that fill the entire forest and valley still seem to be entrenched in this blood-soaked land. Mixed with the cries of tribal warriors and even mountain warriors who died heroically in battle, the tall figure standing under the night shook his head vigorously to shake these hallucinatory voices out of his mind, then he turned and walked through unknown roads one after another. The blocking wall, which will play a big role, passed the soldiers who were resting between the stones and wooden stakes, came to the tent area behind the defense line, and went straight to the tallest tent.

Two mountain warriors with chopping axes were standing guard in front of the camp, and they bowed to the visitors: "General Morakot."

The tall tiger man known as General Morakot raised his hand and interrupted the guard's etiquette. His voice was a little hoarse: "How is the chief?"

One of the guards thought for a while, and replied seriously: "I have woken up, and I feel that I should still be able to fight three to five mountain warriors."

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud female shout suddenly came from the tent, and the extremely penetrating voice made Morakot's ears buzzing: "Shit! You called the three champion warriors!" Come here and I can still fight!"

The guard showed a somewhat bewildered expression, while General Morakot just waved his hand, stepped forward and lifted the heavy curtain at the tent door, and walked into it.

A strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards his face. Morakot couldn't help frowning. He looked in the direction of the smell of blood and saw a camp bed placed in the middle of the tent. In the open space, the light brought by the magic spar lamp illuminated the figure on the bed who was half leaning on the tent pillars. The ruler of the orcs, Camilla, the lord of the forest, was watching General Morakot walking in. There seems to be a murderous aura that hasn't completely dissipated in the pale golden pupils like cats.

Morakot took a look at Camilla, and saw that she had temporarily taken off her battle armor, her arms and one shoulder were wrapped in thick bandages, and there were many small wounds all over her upper body—that healthy body The body is now full of scars, and the beautiful hair in many places has been scorched by magic, showing a mixed gray and black posture.

For Chief Camilla, who has always attached great importance to his hair, these scorched fluff may be more intolerable than the wounds on his body-but for Morakot, it is important that the chief can withdraw from the front line alive more important than anything else.

"It's really embarrassing. I have never fought such a miserable defeat in my life." Noticing the gaze of the general under her command, Camilla immediately twitched the corners of her mouth, her furry pointed ears were folded inward, and she spoke in a very unhappy tone. , "Those monsters whose brains have been rotted... how dare they burn my favorite piece of hair... even my tail!"

Morakot lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "You are one against a hundred, these injuries are nothing but glory compared to those enemies that were torn apart by you."

"Shut up the flattery—I'm not interested," Camilla interrupted the general. "How's the civilian evacuation going?"

"They have all been moved to the rear, and the spirit witches of the Spirit Race will be responsible for escorting them to the Red Jade City—this evacuation route is still safe, and those aberrants will not be able to cross this mountain range for the time being."

"Red Jade City... I hope this city can continue to protect the people of the mountains and forests," Camilla said, as if pulling the wound, and she couldn't help but take a breath, "Those spirit witches are gone. Is it?"

"Half stayed," Morakot said. "We persuaded them to leave, but they said... they would join the clan warriors."

"F*ck! A bunch of idiots," Camilla yelled suddenly, this time the wound was really torn, causing her face to deform, "I fucking hurt me to death... What are those spirit witches doing here? Can their magic power withstand a round of squeezing? The soul crystals and mana essential oils stored in the camp have long been exhausted. Are they planning to burn their own blood to cast spells next?! Tell their leader, dawn All the spirit witches had to retreat before, and the tribal warriors were cut off from them, and they were asked to retreat to Ruby City to rebuild the line of defense—if anyone refuses to listen, take out the token left by Si Duer, those spirit tribe people..."

"The Pale Hills have fallen, and there are almost no survivors from Sacred Stone Town and Glory City," Morakot interrupted Camilla. The tall and strong orc general lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Stay on this line of defense. More than half of the Eldar above are from there...they can't retreat."

Camilla was stunned, blinked for a long time, and cursed in a low voice: "...Damn it."

Then she shook her head, raised her eyelids and looked at her general: "Okay, if there is any bad news, let me tell you at once. What happened when I was unconscious?"

"...Dark Stone Crossing and Wind Erosion Valley have also been lost. Our main force has lost one-third. The defense line has now shrunk to the line from Wolf Ridge Mountain to Echo Valley. General Santebuque led the team during the transfer, and his whereabouts are currently unknown. I'm afraid it's more or less ominous, and we have lost contact with the human troops - there is an abnormal energy field permeating the entire battlefield, suppressing the effective distance of all communication spells and communication equipment to only one-third or even six of the original. One-third, the warriors of all tribes in the tribal country are now like isolated islands in the river, and they have lost contact with each other. Even we can barely contact Hongyu City now..."

Camilla listened quietly to the report of her subordinates, and did not speak for a long time, until the other party stopped, she stared into Morakot's eyes, and said slowly with an extremely complicated expression: "...Is there anything else? "

"Not anymore," Morakot spread his hand, "but I'm afraid there will be some later."

"What the hell..." Camilla twitched the corners of her mouth, "What's the good news? Even a little bit of good news, is there any?"

"Yes, after we ignited and detonated the abandoned camp on the hillside, those mutant monsters temporarily retreated," Morakot said in a deep voice, "Those monsters are not afraid of arcane attacks, and they are also very resistant to physical attacks, but the flames It has some effect on them. Now we have some breathing time for the time being - we just don't know when those monsters will launch the next wave of attack."

Camilla didn't respond.

The scarred orc chieftain just leaned against the pillars of the tent, and seemed lost in thought for a while.

After a long time, she muttered softly: "From the wasteland outpost to the mountain barrier, from the mountain barrier to the dark stone intersection and the wind-eroded valley, and now we have retreated from the dark stone intersection to Wolf's Ridge Mountain, how many days have passed? What about the future? Ruby City, Holy Helm City... Are we going to retreat to the peak of the ancestors?"

"The situation is not that bad," Morakot said immediately, "Great Chief, we are just not prepared enough. Our mountain warriors and champion warriors are gathering everywhere, and the troops of other tribes should have already reacted. As long as we can Red Jade City rebuilds its defenses, those monsters..."

"There is an entire wasteland behind those monsters, and their troops are also gathering," Camilla interrupted the old orc, "We are completely unprepared for this war, and our enemy has been prepared for a few days." A hundred years... we made a fatal mistake, Morakot."

She said, shaking her head and letting out a long sigh.

"Pian An... It's all in the corner, how can there be any safety?"

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