Chapter 1377 Next Stage

Another army of mutants was systematically wiped out in the flames and thunderstorms. Their fearless attack failed to break through the defenses of those mortals, but only slightly delayed the activation time of those purification devices—a large number of subordinate units The nerve signal sent back when it was eliminated formed a sharp whistling in the root network, and the whistling sound was transmitted and echoed among the command nodes composed of dark priests, and when it was transmitted to the highest node, there were only a few Negligible aftermath.

The dry wind blew across the hills and wastelands, Borken's withered and twisted branches trembled slightly in the wind, and the Great Master of Darkness listened to the voices from afar in the wind. The wailing sounded like a distant dream to him. After a few minutes, the leader of the dark priest woke up from the "dream", and his attention gradually returned to the real world in front of him.

"They have already started to fight back across the board." He said slowly in a low voice, but he did not address any specific priest, but whispered softly throughout the root network. He was not worried that this would affect his own "morale" , because all the priests are connected in the same root network, and the emotions of all people have been "assimilated" to a certain extent during the long-term connection, although each node in this network still maintains the original character and memory , but other than that, they have all been wiped out of the idea of ​​"betrayal" or "giving up". No matter how the situation changes, the will of the religious order will always be unwavering, and will always move towards that ultimate goal.

This is a joint and voluntary decision of all, including Borken himself.

"Those purification devices are gradually encroaching on our land, and they seem to want to build some kind of 'barrier' in the wasteland that can penetrate this land," a voice from a certain dark priest rang in the root network , "Where this barrier goes, the environment we live in has been greatly affected, and even... a 'reversal' has taken place."

"If that wall is built, the energy circulation in the wasteland is very likely to be cut off," another slightly old voice intervened in the network, "They seem to have discovered the deep working mechanism of this land, and they have deciphered the abnormality. The endless principle of the Legion——our existing troops are unable to completely stop them, and those purification devices are extending to the central area at a very high speed."

There was another gust of wind blowing from the direction of the wilderness, and there was a clattering sound in the twisted woods around the hill. The discussion on the root network was still going on, but Borken focused his attention in another direction— —The sound of footsteps came from beside him, and two elves with exactly the same appearance came to him with unhurried steps, and said in unison: "It sounds like our current situation is not good?"

Borken glanced over the Elf Twins casually: "I didn't expect you to be worried about the situation - I thought you didn't care about the victory or defeat on the battlefield other than whispering together."

"You have misunderstood us—of course we care about our common cause, but our natures are too cold, that's all.

"Fierna said with a sincere expression, and Leierna immediately said, "So, what do you think of the current situation?" We have been pushed back on almost all fronts. In the past half a month, instead of successfully launching any new rune stones, we have lost all occupied territories. This is not very optimistic..."

Borken glanced at the elf twins silently, then closed his eyes slightly: "The situation did not develop according to our plan at the beginning, but the situation is not that bad...We are different from those mortal armies, as long as the wasteland If the environment is still maintained, our legions will be endless, and the loss of mutants is negligible... The regeneration speed of those biochemical synthetic beasts can completely catch up with the consumption, and those mortals...they have a lot to gain in this barren land. Without any loot, all their actions here are pure costs, and perhaps it will be difficult for us to obtain a quick victory, but as long as we continue to maintain this consumption... the final victors may not necessarily be those mortals."

It sounds like the Dark Grandmaster has acknowledged the situation in front of him to some extent, and has grasped the "essence" of this war. He was not discouraged by this, but chose another route to victory.

But Fierna and Leierna shook their heads at the same time after hearing Borken's words, and Leierna said, "You really think so?"

"Just say what you have to say." Borken opened his eyes, and his tawny eyes stared at the twin elves. "I don't really like your riddles and metaphors."

"Then let's get straight to the point," Ferna shrugged, "You don't understand the war potential of countries that have completed industrial transformation, and you don't understand what was established after Cecil successfully integrated the alliance countries. How does the economic system work, you habitually think that this long war will bring down all the countries in the alliance... From a certain point of view, this statement is true, any endless war can bring down a country, but saying To tell the truth...the battle in the wasteland is now below the 'threshold' for the nascent alliance..."

"Below the threshold?" Borken's voice became serious. "What do you mean?"

"Their economies will gradually adapt to the wartime model, their industrial machinery will grow and expand rapidly in the next period of time, and their chariots and guns will be produced at an amazing speed, even longer than the corn in the field Even faster, the alliance will establish a new set of social order specially adapted to this war. After a short period of consumption, investment and adaptation, this war will become their new economic growth point and social cohesion point. A new wealth mechanism, a new industrial cycle, a new cultural atmosphere... In this process, even the most backward city-states will be coerced to complete industrialization quickly.

"Grandpatriarch, do you think that a group of industrial countries can be overwhelmed by periodically sending out combat corps to hit targets on the front line? That is impossible, and it requires a higher intensity of war, at least to let their industrial production You can't keep up with the consumption of the front lines, you can't do that, you're not consuming them, you're just gradually 'cultivating' them into a... war civilization."

After the elf twins had finished speaking, Borken fell into deep thought. For a long time, this pair of elf sisters who spoke yin and yang, seldom spoke to him with such a lengthy theory, and their attitude was so serious, so at this time What the other party said caused more waves in Borken's heart than ever before. He gradually understood the meaning of the words of the elf twins, and his face made of rough and dry bark looked solemn: "You guys Made a 'calculation'?"

"It doesn't require much calculation," Fierna said with a smile. "In the long history of the Silver Elves, we have witnessed various forms of civilization and social stages. That set is different—even the Gondor Empire, which seemed very powerful back then, actually lags behind the current "Alliance" in terms of civilization level. If you don't believe me, you can recall it now. In this war, After those mortal kingdoms reacted from the initial chaos, from the time they began to partially counterattack to the present, those mortals armed with war machines...are they fighting more and more?"

cross! beat! cross! many!

This word was like a thunderbolt, and suddenly exploded in Borken's heart. He realized the truth behind this crucial detail. His long-term inertial thinking and ignorance of the situation in the countries outside the wasteland kept him from thinking about it. He could focus on the operating mechanism behind the alliance, but at this moment, he realized that what the yin and yang sisters told him was right.

Those mortals...the growth rate of their war machines has exceeded the strength limit of the wasteland army. This war is no longer a burden for the "alliance", but is gradually becoming a nourishment for its growth. Far from declining, China's technology and production capacity are beginning to accelerate development. Those purification devices, those mechanized corps that are emerging from all fronts, are the result of this development!

In contrast, the Wasteland Legion has almost no cards to show.

"...They are using us to train soldiers and test weapons and equipment with us," Borken said in an unusually low and hoarse voice. A disturbing thought wave spread in the root network. He raised his eyes and landed on Fei. Sister Erna, "You guys came here and told me these things, shouldn't it be just to intimidate or watch a joke?"

"Of course not," Reina said lightly, "We said that we have a common goal—that's why we don't want you to step into this war trap in such a passive way. What we just said was just to wake you up, The next step ... is how to solve the difficult situation we are facing now."

"What can you do?" Borken narrowed his eyes slightly, "If the logic you just said is completely correct, then the Wasteland Legion has fallen into an unsolvable vortex, and we have already stepped into this trap—although it is only Step into its edge, but in this vortex, we have no spare power to pull out our legs. Is it possible that you have a way to destroy the industrial system of the alliance in a short time? Or disintegrate their alliance?"

"Don't think in this direction, the frontal battlefield is irreversible, or it is impossible for us to win this war from the very beginning - what we can rely on is still only the power of the deep blue network," Fierna Shen Said in a low voice, and then Leierna spoke again, "Maybe one day in the future, those mortals will be able to develop to the height of fighting against the dark blue webway, but at least at this stage, their industry and technology are still worthless in front of the dark blue webway Not to mention, as long as we hold the reins of this planet in our hands, we can crush all their potential and future with unrivaled power..."

"So we still need to domesticate this planet—of course I know that," Borken said in a bad tone, "but as I said just now, we have been pushed back into the wall of grandeur by them, and there is no new delivery point." , we can't set up new rune stones, how do you plan to continue domesticating this planet?"

"Who said we don't have a new drop point?" Ferna smiled suddenly, her eyes seemed to have passed the Grand Priest in front of her, and cast her eyes towards a certain direction deep in the distant wasteland, "Isn't there a large Is it the dark blue node?"

Borken was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "You mean the site of the ancient ghost? It is true... there is the largest dark blue rift on the surface of the planet, but there is also a running Iron Man Corps, and a battlefield. The complete Gondor fortress! We need to mobilize a large army to capture that place—but before that, our frontal battlefield may have been completely defeated!"

"So... we need to pay some price," Leierna looked at Borken's withered and wrinkled face with a serious expression, "Grand Master Borken, the key question now is... are you willing to do something for us together?" What price did you pay for your noble cause?"

"...What do you mean?"

"Are you ready to put all your eggs in one basket?"

...

The tongues of flames from the heavy burners swept across the ground for the last time. In the terrifying heat created by the combination of alchemy grease and magic flames, those mutated monsters with hideous limbs and filthy breaths were finally reduced to ashes. When the flames gradually dissipated, everyone There were only groups of scorched black wreckage and twitching flesh and blood fragments left on the ground, and the smoke and dust from the self-decomposition of the aberrations were mixed among the biochemical synthetic beasts, covering the entire battlefield in a layer of unresolved mist.

An unusually tall figure walked forward with heavy steps. He held a mechanical warhammer in one hand and a heavy burner in the other. The scripture cloth emitting a faint white light was fixed on his thick armor with wax paint and rivets. Holy splendor dazzles the eye.

He passed the soldiers and priests who were cleaning the battlefield, and came to a heavy chariot that had just stopped. He watched Philip jump off the chariot with agility, and then the tall figure casually put the heavy war hammer on the ground. On the ground next to him, he reached out to take off his helmet, and a small figure emerged from the nearby holy light, and climbed onto his shoulder nimbly and skillfully, holding his head and dangling.

"The Patriarch of Wright," Philip nodded to the heavily armed leader of the Holy Light in front of him, and then waved to the little figure on the shoulder of the Patriarch with a smile, "and little Emily."

"Good afternoon, Uncle Philip," said the small figure condensed by the holy light, with a smile in his ethereal voice, "We have wiped out the enemy again!"

"The counterattack of these aberrations is getting more and more crazy, but from the perspective of command and dispatch, it is even more chaotic," Wright reached out and pressed Emily's hair, and said to Philip in front of him, "I think they are not even as good as a few days ago Threat, at least then they know how to cover each other and use terrain to fight."

"Their counterattacks are becoming more and more crazy, because our continuous advancement of purification devices has stimulated the instincts of these monsters, and their actions are chaotic, which shows that the command system behind them has been overwhelmed-the alliance is launching a counterattack on multiple fronts, and all countries have changed from the previous one. After recovering from the chaos, there are more and more troops entering this battlefield, and those dark priests are not professional war talents," Philip shook his head, "They only succeeded in sneak attacks and numerical advantages at first, and they didn't understand it at all. How to fight on a real, normal battlefield."

Wright nodded, looking not far away, he saw a piece of roots and flower vines growing from the earth are rapidly spreading on the wasteland, forcibly covering the barren land with lush green, the root Between the whiskers and the flower vines, thicker and more flexible "tentacles" continue to extend. These tentacles run around on the battlefield like arms, constantly picking and choosing among the charred and broken monster remains, and find the state. The better fragments will be quickly rolled up and dragged back to the ground, looking very strange...but also a little joyful.

That is the ** forest that has extended to the depths of the wasteland. Throughout the past wars, she has been advancing with Cecil's army, playing a role that cannot be ignored.

The expression on the Patriarch's face became a little strange.

"To be honest...the battlefield here is actually not very 'normal'..."