Chapter 1319 Urgent

Hearing Camilla's words, Morakot couldn't help but also fell into thought. The orc general with the title of champion warrior sighed softly: "Smart beasts will not take the initiative to let themselves step into the path of no return - we have been here all these years Too superstitious about the false 'sense of security' brought about by the majestic walls and mountain barriers..."

"Yeah," Camilla twitched her lips, "but in fact, Wen Na and Stoor have already reacted to it in the past two years—the only pity is that we wake up too late after all, the monsters in the wasteland You won't obediently cooperate with us to rebuild the defense line... hiss."

Morakot suddenly became nervous: "Do you need a doctor?"

"No, I'm not that fragile." Camilla waved her hand, then propped herself up on the edge of the bed and got up to the ground, "Okay, the time of feeling fragile is over, I should do something I should do. Morakot, Bring me my armor."

Morakot saw that Camilla was about to leave the camp, and the hair on his head stood up in shock: "Great Chief? Your current body..."

"Can I lie on this bed until I can't recover? We are fighting now, my general," Camilla glanced at her most trusted subordinate, "the soldiers need to see their leader now, I I also need to see the current battlefield with my own eyes—sighs are nothing but sighs, but just lying in bed and lamenting the irreparable things can’t drive the monsters that invaded the forest back into the wasteland.”

The mountains on a winter night looked extraordinarily cold. Camilla, who had left the tent, shivered a few times in the night wind. As a big cat, she suddenly missed the warmth of the fire and the warmth she had in the Red Jade City. The wool pad, but this fragile emotion did not linger in her mind for more than a second, and soon she regained her spirit in the wind, and began to patrol the defense line on the ridge accompanied by Morakot.

At the end of the distant night, a hazy glow illuminates the dim horizon, but that glow is not the morning sun that will rise for more than an hour, but comes from the magnificent wall on the edge of the wasteland.

Compared with the appearance in Camilla's memory, the light shining from the end of the horizon at this moment is obviously more than a little bit dimmer, and it is also showing an intermittent state-this state is particularly disturbing.

"There are still loopholes in the wall of grandeur..." Morakot also raised his head and looked in the direction Camilla was looking at, with a serious look on his face, "Before we evacuated from the mountain barrier, our scouts It is confirmed that the sentinel tower on the border of the wasteland is restarting, but those monsters have obviously destroyed the integrity of the entire magnificent wall. Now we can no longer get close to that barrier to confirm the details, but we can only confirm with the naked eye... there There are several big holes, and monsters are coming out of those big holes."

Camilla didn't say a word, just looked away and stared silently at the camps and towns that were still burning at the foot of the mountain. Every cluster of flames there represented a bloody battle and an attempt to delay the enemy by relying on the fire - the flames were Effective, but in the face of the crushing numbers of the enemy and the fact that one's own troops are insufficient, the defense line is still retreating again and again.

She turned her head and looked in the direction of Red Jade City. Of course, the distant main city of orcs was still out of sight. "Red Jade Forest Sea".

In the winter night, the lush and ancient forest is lying quietly under the starlight. Although this place is not as cold as the northern part of the mainland, in this deep winter, the entire forest sea is still covered with snow in many places. Snow dotted against the black background,

When the mountain wind blows, there will be subtle rustling sounds in the night—this quiet and peaceful scene will even temporarily make people forget the tragic reality on the other side of the mountains and the ongoing war .

If it weren't for the situation in front of her, Camilla should have been enjoying the fun of hunting in the dense forest at this moment. The red jade forest in winter has always been her second favorite place—like many Ogure people, her first My favorite place is, of course, the Ancestral Peak in Summer.

"If those monsters cross the Wolf's Ridge Mountain again, their next target will undoubtedly be the Ruby Forest..." Morakot's voice came from the side, low and hoarse, "I'm afraid the number of forest guards is not enough to intercept the crossing of the mountain range." The monsters... And according to previous experience, the forest itself has a very limited hysteresis effect on those monsters. Once the forest guards are penetrated, the next step is the Red Jade City..."

The old orc shook his head, the "battle marks" formed by the black fur on his cheeks and neck were trembling slightly with the twitching of his muscles, he was suppressing his emotions, but there was still anger that could not be concealed in his tone And sorrow: "The mountains and forests are what our ancestors gave us, but now those unscrupulous freaks wantonly trample on our homeland..."

"Great Chief... General..." A nervous voice came from the side, and a patrolling soldier happened to pass by. The young orc warrior said cautiously, "The souls in the Ruby Forest will continue to protect us." Is it Ruby City?"

Camilla glanced at the young soldier, her sharp eyes softened slightly, but her hoarse voice carried an unquestionable tone: "We will protect ourselves."

"Do your job, soldier." General Morakot said in a deep voice.

The orc soldiers left, and Morakot looked at his great chief with a trace of apology: "Sorry, great chief, young warriors are always a little too reckless..."

"I was also reckless back then—we've all been reckless before." Camilla shook her head lightly, and then she seemed to be lost in thought, her pale golden, cat-like pupils calmed down, her restrained gaze There seemed to be a fierce conflict of thoughts in the center, and Morakot didn't make a sound when he saw it, but just stood silently beside the forest master, the pungent breath from afar stimulated his nostrils, mixed with those deformed monsters The peculiar smell on his body made the old orc twitch his nostrils subconsciously.

"Those monsters are gathering again, and they are looking for a way up the mountain," Morakot said with a frown. "The traps we set up on the hillside can only slightly delay their attack. The next fierce battle may break out at dawn. Great Chief, Your injury is not healed, it is best..."

"General Morakot," Camilla interrupted the old orc, "these monsters are afraid of fire, aren't they?"

"...technically speaking, they are more resistant to fire than the beasts of the forest, but most of them are flesh and blood after all, and if there is a large enough fire, they will burn to death," Morakot Nodding and said, "In addition, although their main way of perception is not vision but 'magic horizon', the heat and elemental agitation brought by the flames can still greatly affect their judgment. We have seen those monsters in the sea of ​​fire with our own eyes. A scene of chaos..."

Camilla pondered, she turned and looked in the direction of Hongyu Linhai. After a long silence, she suddenly said: "Can we contact the forest guards now?"

"Yes, although the interference on the battlefield is still there, the distance between us and the forest guards is not far, and the spirit witches can still contact them," Morakot replied immediately, but then he noticed from Camilla's attitude What happened, "Wait, what do you want to do, Great Chief..."

"Tell the leader of the forest guards that their thousand-year covenant with the world of the living is coming to an end—starting with fire and ending with fire," Camilla said slowly, reaching out and pulling off the A pendant of animal teeth, "Take this, this is the last debt of the forest guards and the world of the living. This line of defense on the ridge will definitely not be able to hold, but we must delay as long as possible, and then When those monsters invade the Ruby Forest Sea, you will take this 'debt' to find the ghost of the commander of the forest guard... Let him set the entire forest on fire.

"When the fire started, all contracts were canceled."

Morakot hesitantly took the pendant that Camilla handed over. He recalled the ancient legend, the bloody battle between the ancestors of the orcs and another ruling race on this land, and the forest guards in the ruby ​​forest. The origin of the army—it is said that it was not the orcs who dominated this land in ancient times, but another more powerful ethnic group. It is said that the powerful ethnic group eventually declined and was overthrown and replaced by their original slaves. It is said that the descendants of them were driven out Into the forest, in order to survive, willing to sign a thousand-year contract with the world of the living, and become an army that will guard the dense forest forever and cannot leave at a single step...

Foreigners who don't know the truth and shallow forest dwellers can't tell the boundary between legends and real history, and even reverse some details in legends, but mountain warriors and champion warriors must be familiar with the History, Morakot knows that there are evidences behind those ancient legends, and the "souls" guarding the Ruby Forest naturally also exist.

Those souls have longed to be free for a thousand years...but is it good to release them now? What's more, at the cost of the entire Red Jade Forest...

Noticing the hesitation of the old orc, Camilla was not surprised. She just shook her head slightly and pointed in the direction of the wasteland of Gondor: "Do you know where that is?"

Morakot was a little confused, so he said, "Of course I know, it's the wasteland of Gondor."

"No, that will be our future—if we keep hesitating," Camilla said coldly, "without the forest guards, we can rebuild a new order, and without the red jade forest, we will We can plant new forests, even if we lose the Red Jade City, we still have a chance to make a comeback, but if we just retreat like this and face a legion that vows to destroy us with an indecisive attitude, then what can we do on this land? All that remains is a piece of wasteland corroded by chaotic magic energy. Morakot, burn down the ruby ​​forest sea, and burn the main force of those aberrations inside, even if it is only temporarily, we will let the land Corruption has been delayed a bit, and it only takes a little more time..."

She paused for a few seconds at this point, but quickly continued: "We are not alone, Morakot, and our allies may really just need us to help them delay for a day or two."

The hesitation in Morakot's eyes finally faded away. He met Camilla's gaze, and the battle marks on his face and neck seemed to have a bloody gleam in the darkness: "I understand, everything is as you wished." .”

Camilla nodded slightly, as if she suddenly let go of the burden in her heart, she couldn't help but let out a long breath, and then looked to the north in the dark line of defense: "I don't know what's going on in the moss forest... Are they Knowing the situation on our side..."

"The Cecilians are more prepared for this war than we are. As long as their defenses stand firm, those monsters will not be able to attack the moss forest," Morakot said, "But now we have lost contact with the northern region, and the troops we sent out The whereabouts of several waves of messengers are also unknown, and even the communication with Holy Helm City has been cut off, it is really difficult to pass the information... I only hope that the leader Wenna can make an accurate and timely judgment."

"Wenna is a keen person, she should know what to do at this time," Camilla said, "What we have to do now is to persevere as much as possible."

Morakot nodded in the darkness, and sniffed his nostrils lightly—riding the cold mountain wind in the winter night, the foul breath became thick again.

...

In the south of the moss forest, on the small triangular plain leading to the central area of ​​Ogure, the flag of the Cecil Empire is flying over a temporary camp. The well-equipped expeditionary soldiers are preparing vehicles and supplies, preparing to enter the southern communication area. Cut off mountains.

But before ground troops can set off, the most basic reconnaissance work must be completed.

Accompanied by a low buzzing sound, two dragoon fighter planes soared into the sky from behind the camp, breaking the tranquility of the sky in the ambiguous night, crossing the mountain pass like two swift ghosts, and flying towards the distant forest.

And in the command post on the ground, Baldwin Franklin, the Grand Duke of the Western Territory and one of the three major consuls of the empire, stood sinking at the tactical table, listening to the creaking interference noise coming from the communication equipment. , what was projected over the magic net terminal was a picture that was so distorted that it was impossible to distinguish it at all.

"We still can't get in touch with the two hub stations set up at Ancestor's Peak and Holy Helm City—these are already the most powerful transceiver stations in Ogulei," the technical sergeant in charge of manipulating the communication equipment shook his head, with a serious expression on his face. He said worryingly to the grand consul who came to the front line, "Besides, the few second-level relay stations closest to here don't have any feedback signals. Could they have already..."

"Don't scare yourself," Baldwin shook his head with a sullen face, "Even if those monsters drive straight in unimpeded, it will take a lot of work for them to climb the border mountains east of Ogure, let alone attack now. Into the Helm—just interference. Keep calling, once the interference dies down, maybe we'll get the signal."

"Yes, sir."

Baldwin Franklin nodded, and immediately after the door of the barracks came the guard's announcement: "The gray elf leader, Ms. Wenna, is visiting."

Baldwin froze for a moment, then nodded immediately: "Ask her to come in."

The door of the barracks was opened, and a petite woman who looked like a child walked into the room. She saw the Grand Consul standing in front of the tactical table with a somewhat stunned expression on her face.

"Grand Duke Baldwin...I didn't expect you to come here in person."

"The situation is tight. Your Majesty ordered me to come personally to provide support. I have brought the mobile corps from Cecil's western military region," Bedwin nodded and said, "There is also another support army—they will arrive soon."

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