Chapter 1321 Spread and Smoldering

As expected by the chief and the general, the defense line on Wolf Ridge Mountain still couldn't stop the surge of aberrant bodies coming from the direction of the wasteland. In terms of position, even the bravest mountain warriors and champion warriors have to fight and retreat, giving up the line of defense under their feet.

The warriors of the tribe do not lack courage and fighting wisdom, but they do not have enough sophisticated weapons, not enough soldiers, and no well-prepared positions - let alone backup. Their only advantage is that Wolfridge Mountain itself is easy to defend and difficult to attack However, this only advantage will soon be exhausted in the face of the indefatigable nature and inexhaustible numbers of the enemy.

In fact, not only Morakot and Camilla, but many commanders in the tribal army also knew this situation: there were several loopholes in the magnificent wall, the pressure from the wasteland continued, and the tribal warriors failed to fight in the group. If the monsters are stopped at the eastern foot of the mountain barrier, it is impossible for them to block these more and more enemies in other places. Unless the loopholes in the direction of the magnificent wall are blocked, the direction of this war will be determined on the day the mountain barrier falls. Already doomed.

But even so, the warriors of the tribe will still choose to continue fighting until the day when the entire army is wiped out-this is the stubbornness engraved in the bones of the orcs. The defeated race and invincible enemies will not make them bow their heads, they will only choose to die on the way of charging.

"This will not be an end..."

The cold wind brought a pungent smell, and the quiet Ruby Linhai seemed to sense this restless atmosphere. The towering ancient trees around were rattling in the wind, and the old orc Morakot and the team led by him An elite team was walking through the forest. He raised his head and looked at the dark shadows deep in the dense forest. Hearing the faint sound of killing in the wind, he muttered softly to himself.

The ancient dense forest will not respond to the old orc's soliloquy, only the slight sound of the leaves being blown by the wind and the rustling of the snow falling on the ground echo among the trees. Scattered into the clearing in the forest, under the hazy and illusory brilliance, between the thick snow and the soft soil, some cyclones that are difficult to judge with the naked eye are quietly gathering.

The soldiers felt the scrutiny from the air, and Morakot waved lightly, so the soldiers following him stopped immediately, and he looked up to the end of the clearing in the forest, his eyes fell on a strangely shaped on the boulder.

The boulder stands abruptly in the middle of a circle of smaller stones. The irregular surface of the boulder is covered with fine dark red lines, and several rough-shaped natural crystals are inlaid on the top of the stone, like some weird eyes—— Morakot stared at the stone until the invisible wind blew up snow and dead leaves to block his view, then the wind gradually died down, and several figures appeared in the "stone circle".

They wear thick cloaks, and their whole bodies including their faces are hidden in the cloaks. The surface of the cloaks flutters slightly from time to time, as if their clothes are not flesh and blood, but a large amount of amorphous smoke and dust. These figures are holding It looks decayed and fragile, like a weapon that can be broken at the touch of a touch. The cracks on the surface of those weapons are filled with a pale blue shimmer—the cold breath of death flows out of it.

"Watcher," Morakot said, stepping forward from among the silent warriors, looking calmly at the "human" figures wrapped in cloaks, "I speak to you on behalf of the great chief."

"We know your reason for coming, the spirit witch told us all the wars that happened in the East,

"One of those figures spoke, his voice didn't seem to come from flesh and blood at all, but it seemed to be a distorted tremor purely relying on the resonance of the air, "It's really useless...I didn't expect you to be unable to hold on so soon. "

Morakot's nose twitched, but the expression on his face remained flat: "You will soon realize how powerful that 'tide' is."

"Perhaps, but we don't care about that," the leader of the Foresters seemed to smile, but all Morakot and the warriors heard was empty wind, "We only care about what your 'warchief' promised The conditions of the transaction...we set Ruby Linhai on fire, and she let us die, this is the whole content of the transaction... Am I wrong? "

Morakot quietly watched the figures in the stone circle, and at the corner of his line of sight, in the shadows deep in the jungle, there were more eyes and shadowy shadows watching here—those were the red The "Forest Guardians" of Yulinhai, a group of beasts defeated in the war thousands of years ago and driven into this magical forest, cursed by the oath and eternally trapped in a state of immortality, a group of existence that is rarely known to the outside world.

They are not undead, but they are not living people either. They are the sad people who are blessed by this land and abandoned by this land—they are the masters of orcs thousands of years ago.

But their rule was overthrown by their own slaves a thousand years ago, and what remains here today are only a group of "cursed people" who have almost forgotten the past.

The land of Ogure is ancient and barbaric. In today's era, it may not be as "advanced" and "civilized" as other countries in the world, but in this mysterious land, there are still many hidden lands that are difficult for foreigners. The imagined ancient secrets and everything in the Red Jade Forest Sea are just a small wave in the long history of this land—and now, it is time for this wave to subside completely.

Morakot took out the animal tooth pendant from his bosom, and showed it in front of the leader of the forest guards: "The promise of the warchief is as unquestionable as the mountains - this is the last debt between you and the world of the living, The spirit witches have injected the contract into it, and I will keep it here, and when the flames in the red jade forest ignite, the thousand years of evil fate will come to an end."

In the dark dense forest, countless lines of sight focused on the animal tooth pendant in an instant. Morakot could feel the almost substantial desire and burning heat in those sights. This pressure even made him, who had experienced many battles, feel it The fluff on his body stood up slightly, but he still maintained an unhurried and indifferent posture, and stepped forward with a calm expression, and placed the pendant on a stone at the very edge of the "stone circle".

The leader of the forest guards moved almost immediately. He floated a few meters away like a puff of smoke, and stretched out his arm made of ashes and thick smoke to touch the pendant, but his fingers hadn't touched the pendant yet. On the surface, a burst of blue flames burst out from his fingertips, forcing him to step back and scramble to extinguish the flames.

"The contract has not been completed, you can't touch it," Morakot seemed to have expected this, and said to the forest guard with a very indifferent expression, "You don't need to touch it either—as long as the forest sea starts to burn, it will naturally burn. to dust."

The leader of the forest guards "floated" back to the original place without saying a word. It seemed that two cold eyes fell on Morakot in the darkness under the hood. After a while, they came from the dark shadow of the hood. With a hollow voice: "I hope you are really prepared... When the Red Jade Forest Sea is burned, you will have no way out."

"When our ancestors decided to fight back a thousand years ago, there was no retreat," Morakot said lightly, "We are all used to it."

...

The army is spread all over the mountains, the resistance of the civilized world is like a weak candle in a storm, shaking a few times in the dark and then going out one by one, those mortals outside the wasteland who have been at ease for a long time and their ridiculous "mountains" The "defense line" is like a castle on the beach in front of a real army. No matter how beautiful it looks, it will collapse silently when it collapses.

In the depths of the turbulent aberration wave of the Western Front Legion, a large number of high-level aberrations and synthetic "behemoths" surrounded their command nodes. A dark treant druid with withered yellow skin and a canopy showing a terrifying brain-like structure used His roots climbed up a purple-black mountain rock corroded by chaos magic energy. He stretched out his branches in the cold wind, his dark brown eyes rolled behind layers of bark, and looked at Gradually illuminated hillside.

The defense line of the mortals is over there, they occupy the commanding heights of that mountain, and they are still stubbornly resisting, but the little firepower they poured down from the heights is of little significance to the large-scale aberration body army. ——The army assembled from the wasteland is now advancing like a black tide spreading upwards against the mountain, and has already established a firepower point on the two-winged mountain pass by taking advantage of the terrain, and the extremely exhausted orcs and their spirit race allies The released magic and burning boulders can only splash a few insignificant waves in this "tide", and these waves have now weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And at the northern pass of this line of defense, another legion has successfully broken through the weak defenders there, and a large number of aberrations will soon bypass this mountain range from the breakthrough and directly attack the so-called " Holy Forest".

"Bertram is an incompetent idiot...but at least he has accumulated valuable experience for us through his failure," the dark priest in charge of commanding the Western Army said to another priest beside him, "Now we have found The weakest point in the mortal line of defense, as long as this ancient and weak kingdom is destroyed, their ridiculous 'alliance' will be hit hard."

"As you said, Master Marcellus," said the low-level priest at the side immediately shaking his dry branch, "but we must also be careful what tricks these cunning 'mountain peoples' will play. Very tenacious, even if they have retreated here, there is no sign of collapse at all, I am worried that they still have..."

"The tenacious will is the only thing worthy of their praise, but the will can not reverse the fate - we are their fate," the dark priest Marcellus laughed, with a harsh voice, "We have cut off the entire Western Front On the battlefield, from the majestic wall to the mountains in front of us, our legions are all over the land. Even if those mountain people have any reinforcements trying to encircle them, they can't rush in at all. As for the inland from Ogure... Ah."

He sneered disdainfully.

"It was a country covered by mountains, jungles, and rapids. The reinforcements sent by other countries in the alliance—even if those reinforcements really existed, they would not be able to reach the front line in a short time unless their entire legion could fly from the sky. Fly over!"

As Marcellus said, he looked back at the low-level priests who were waiting for orders and the large team of deformed bodies controlled by the priests. Among this silent team, the most striking thing was the " goods".

Those were large cubes neatly placed on the ground—deep blue networkway control nodes that had not yet been activated.

"Instead of worrying about those uncivilized orcs who are at the end of their lives, we should now focus on the next step...Destroying a weak ancient kingdom is not our real mission," Marcellus said slowly, "The next drop point is at Where?"

"An ancient city called Red Jade City—if that city is still called by that name today," the low-level priest replied immediately, "there is an invisible fissure deep underground in that city, and the locals don't know anything about it. We only know that the active magical environment near the crack is regarded as a 'gift from the ancestors', we need to blow up the city center and put the rune stones in."

"Very well, Ruby City—the next is Helm City and their 'Peak of Ancestors'," Marcellus glanced gloomyly at the dormant runestone cubes, "They will definitely guard that place with all their might." The so-called 'holy mountain', but we must get this node. The big plan has been implemented to this day, and the dark blue cracks that can be used in the wasteland have basically been released, but the overall progress is still nearly halfway... Those damned Kraken."

"Yeah, those damn sea monsters... If they didn't make trouble suddenly, we don't need to grab the dark blue node of Ancestor Peak." The ridge line of defense in the center - under the rising sun, the flags of the Ogure Tribal State and Chief Camilla are still flying high, but the blood and corpses around the flags are also accumulating more and more.

It is only a matter of time before the defense lines of those mountain tribes are destroyed.

...

A low-pitched and melodious buzzing sound came from the depths of the steel land under our feet, and the cold gusts in the sky were blocked and filtered by the energy shield covering the entire fortress, leaving only gentle air currents blowing on the deck. The mountains and river valleys move slowly on the distant land, and the clouds are within reach, and sometimes they can even pass through them—this is definitely a unique experience in Rebecca's life.

Although dragoons can also fly in the sky, except for the group of dragon-born pilots who are good at extreme sports, normal humans can't experience this "openness" when riding a dragoon-opening the cabin at high altitude will kill people.

Rebecca walked on the unusually wide deck of the Dawn of the Earth, took a deep breath of the fresh and cold air, and while feeling refreshed, she also heard the voice of the mastermind of the Dawn of the Earth from a nearby "Good morning, Creator - I hope you had a good night's sleep last night."

"Actually, I didn't sleep much—I couldn't sleep at all, but that's not a problem," Rebecca waved her hand, and said casually as she walked towards a large platform at the end of the deck, "What about you? How does it feel to fly for the first time?" ?”

"The state is good, all systems are normal," the main brain replied immediately, "my virtual personality judges that this is a 'pleasant' experience."

"That's good, keep it that way—then let's give those monsters a huge surprise!"

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